Sentinel is not good

The scratched part of the stomach, Song Jian didn't feel it was a cross until the blood scab formed.When he was free, he touched it, and he was happy when he touched it. Brother Little Wolf's things all have cross marks, and now he has them too.

I am Brother Little Wolf's property.

For the rest of his life, he wouldn't want to renege on his debts.

"Hit me, even scratch me with a knife..." But Song Jian pretended to mutter, "Brother, can't you talk to me? I...I want you to coax me."

The boy didn't speak, just looked at the sky, without a little cloud.

"Brother?" Song Jian couldn't see the sky, and he didn't know that the whole camp was suffering from drought recently, "You can coax me, I'll be fine. If I'm not good again in the future, just hug me and touch me."

The boy looked at the bonfire, his lips were slightly chapped.He felt that he had always been a good talker, but Song Jian had indeed changed inexplicably.

Especially in the past year, there have been many emotions.

"Hurry up and drink water." The boy said, holding back his thirst.

The last few migrations have been unlucky, and the camp has never been able to find a suitable permanent water source.The water flow is always there today, and it will be gone tomorrow.

Even more frightening, his pack of wolves failed to find water either.

Song Jian leaned to the side, pressed against Brother Little Wolf's arm, and drank the water.

By the time Song Jian figured out that there was a lack of water in the camp, many days had passed.He and Brother Little Wolf have many kettles, and they used to fill them up all the time. If they are far away from the water source, half of the kettles can be guaranteed to be full of water.

But now, each one is empty.Song Jian was thirsty, picked up one, shook it, no, picked up the other, listened, there was nothing.

The boy just came back from the outside, but he still didn't find a drop of water. "Thirsty?"

"Also... not particularly thirsty." Song Jian is sensible and knows that it is difficult to find water. He dried the blanket in the sun today and lay down on it soft and fluffy. "Brother, don't worry, I'm not thirsty. Wait until tomorrow, let's There must be water."

The young man hugged Song Jian and lay down, biting his cheekbone once, making rows of teeth marks on him. "Don't worry, we'll fill up the kettle when we find water."

"Yeah." Song Jian picked up his clothes, because the air was too dry, his body also got skin, itchy from time to time, "I'm not thirsty, brother, don't worry, okay?"

The boy knew he was thirsty, but he didn't say it.Just rubbing his head, Song Jian's hair has grown again, it's time for Zhang Mu to fix it.But his own hair grew longer and longer, and Song Jian combed it every day, and tied it tight and high.

The other girls all praised the braids on his hair, and the young man was very proud and liked to hear these words.To him, those people were not praising him, but the braids in his hair.

"Wait until we grow up." But the young man also felt the fear of lack of water, and his life was threatened, which made him more restless than the lack of food. "When we grow up, there must be nothing lacking."

Song Jian scratched the dry skin on his belly, and scratched the bloody scab on the cross, and nodded emphatically.My brother said that he will never lack anything when he grows up, so it must be true.As long as you live well and grow up well, that's fine.

But the desert doesn't think so.

It didn't let these people find a drop of water.

When someone in the camp opened fire for grabbing water, Song Jian realized that not everyone was like his brother, who would go far away to find water.Some people don't look for it, because they run out of water, and when they are thirsty, they will grab it.

Even murder, come and drink.

The wolves seldom come back. They follow the lead wolf to find water one by one, leaving only the old wolves.Song Jian can now feel the different colors of their coats. His brother taught him that white wolves feel the coldest to the touch, and dark gray wolves feel warmer to the touch. If you touch them at the hottest time of noon, the ones with the hottest fur will Must be a wolf that is close to black.

Just like their little black horse, it is hot to the touch under the scorching sun.

The hair of these old wolves has dried out and is not as soft as the young wolves.But they still retain their wolf nature and will growl when someone approaches the tent.

Song Jian guarded the empty tent, knowing that those people wanted to come in, perhaps to grab water, or to kill himself and let his blood drink.

But the wolves protected him. They obeyed the arrangement of the second wolf and were ready to fight at any time.

After a few more days, there was no drop of water in the entire camp, and the time for brother to come back was getting later and later, Song Jian didn't dare to ask, for fear of hurting Brother Little Wolf's heart.

His own eyes are useless, and even riding Xiao Hei can't keep up with the wolves, so he is kept in the tent every day, listening to the wind blowing outside.Brother went out for a long time and said that he would be able to get water back, but Song Jian was already so thirsty that he was lying on their thick blanket and was about to hallucinate.

A few days later, he could no longer speak, his tongue was torn, and it hurt a lot.

In the hallucination, Song Jian seemed to see his brother's face clearly.

When he woke up again, his vision was still blank, and there was no one's face at all.But there was someone hugging him warmly, and Song Jian felt relieved, knowing that he was lying on his brother's body.

"Choice." The young man opened Song Jian's mouth, his lips were dry and white, "Open your mouth, can you still open your mouth?"

Song Jian nodded, and wanted to call brother, but couldn't.He could only grab Brother Little Wolf's hand and hold it tightly. If he really wanted to die of thirst, he wouldn't be afraid anymore.

He wanted to say, brother, kill me and drink it.

Originally, I was the one with the hardest life in the desert. I had no ability, no eyesight, so I could only do manual work in the tent, and I also dragged Brother Little Wolf, relying on him to support me.

But he is not reconciled, he finally lived to be 15 years old, why...why can't he live longer?Live another year, two years, three years, four years... Or, the desert will give him a little luck so that he can live forever.

Live and stay with Brother Little Wolf.Song Jian wanted to cry, but there were no tears.He doesn't want to be bad anymore, he just wants to be good, and never get into trouble with his brother again, even if he shares a tent with other girls, it's fine.

As long as I can live a few more years, stay with him.Brother is so lonely, and human beings are so bad, they will scratch his thigh for robbing honey, and burn their homes for robbing horses.Brother is too lonely, he will be deceived, he only has the wolf and himself.

I am a puppy, if the puppy dies, I will only have wolves.Song Jian opened his mouth, looked at Ying'er in front of him, and stretched out his hand.He is not afraid of death, he is afraid that no one will love his brother and let him guard the desert alone.

Suddenly, liquid flowed into Song Jian's mouth.He froze for a moment.

It flowed in between the teeth, moistening his tongue.Song Jian swallowed, making sure that it was really drinkable and not a hallucination.

So he grabbed the tin kettle by his mouth and swallowed in big gulps.After swallowing a few mouthfuls, he began to regret it, he shouldn't have made so many vows, even if he died, he couldn't let Brother Little Wolf close the tent.

So thirsty, so thirsty... Song Jian drank it with all his strength, and every sip tasted like a fairy.He was so thirsty, so thirsty that he forgot to leave a sip for his brother, and kept swallowing until he drank it all.

"Brother...you..." After drinking it all, Song Jian's swollen tongue was finally able to move, his dry throat was moistened, and his body seemed to come alive all of a sudden. He blinked, touched the cross on the iron kettle lovingly, and asked in a low voice , "Brother, what is this? Have you found water?"

"Hey, take another sip." The boy opened Song Jian's mouth, fed him a few mouthfuls, and said nothing after that.

Song Jian was obedient and drank again. He drank too much just now and couldn't taste it, but now he can feel it.

It's like...not water.

He still wants to ask, this must not be water, even if he can't see it, he can taste it.

In an instant, a drop of liquid dripped onto Song Jian's face, and it was warm.

"elder brother?

"Song Jian touched the drop of water with his hand, put it in his mouth and tasted it, it was very salty.

It's tears, my brother cried.

Song Jian instantly understood that his brother might have killed a wolf because of him.

But he didn't dare to ask, this was the first time Song Qian touched Brother Little Wolf's tears.It turned out that my brother would also cry, and a lot of tears dripped on his face.

At night, a bonfire was lit in front of the small tent.

The boy was sitting by the fire when he heard voices behind him.He didn't look back, a pair of arms hugged him directly from behind, so dependent on him, he was reluctant to part with it. "How did you come out?"

Song Jian held the boy still, and licked his ears. "Brother, did I hold you back?"

"No." The young man brought him over. It was a hard time. Not only did he lose weight, but Song Jian also lost weight. "Don't think about it."

"I'm really useless." Song Jian drooped his head and patted his eyelids, "If my eyes are good, I'll find water with you."

"You don't need to look for water." The young man looked at Song Jian's lips, which were finally wet again. The chapped appearance of the past few days made him terrified.

"Then what do I need?" Song Jian touched his brother's lips, so dry.

The boy approached him with a strong desire, driving him to approach, all of a sudden, a fire rose in his body. "Use you to be good."

Song Jian felt that his brother was very close, so he nodded. "Well, I'm obedient, I'm the most obedient. We will live together for the rest of our lives, and I will never make trouble with you again."

The boy suddenly threw Song Jian down, and beside the campfire, he began to kiss him. "Pick up."

"Hey." Song Jian smiled and waited for his brother.

"Choice." The young man smiled, with clear possessiveness in his eyes, and the tip of his long hair touched the corner of Song Chan's mouth.

He started kissing him again.It's no longer simply feeding, but imitating what he peeped at, like men and women, parting their lips, turning touching into caressing, and frankly searching on Song Jian's body.He is about to be the strongest wolf in the wolf pack, but he wants to take Song Jian to wander in the desert, and never let Song Jian see other men again.

Song Jian opened his eyes and let his brother kiss.I like to kiss, I like to stick, I like to listen to my brother while kissing, and at the same time ask him to pick it up.

In the evening, Song Jian was kissed for a long time, and then he ate roast wolf meat.The little wolf brother told him that these were old wolves. They knew that their physical strength was exhausted, so they took the initiative to walk up to the head wolf and let the head wolf kill them.They don't call it death, they call it sacrifice.

With their sacrifice, the entire wolf pack can survive.

Song Jian ate wolf meat, and knowing that his brother ate it too, they all wanted to live.The rest of the flesh and blood, the young man gave to the wolves, it cannot be wasted, and all lives must be worthy of the lost sacrifices.

After eating the meat, Song Jian fully recovered his strength. He stood outside the tent, holding hay in his hands to feed Xiao Hei, leaning on the horse's belly, gently soothing Xiao Hei's emotions.

Brother and the wolves were howling sadly, they were facing the moon.Song Jian braided the horse's mane with his fingers, kissed the horse, and remembered the wolf's sacrifice.

Sacrifice is to keep other life alive.

Two weeks later, Song Jian finally heard the sound he had heard before, it was rumbling rumbling rumbling. "Brother! Is it thundering! It's thundering!"

"Yes." The boy rushed out of the tent with a kettle and a basin, and the sky became very dark, exactly the same as the one he had seen before.After a while, there was a strong wind, a bolt of lightning slid across the deserted sky, and the raindrops fell with a crackling sound, which hurt the boy's face.

"It's raining!" Song Jian also rushed out, jumping in the rain, "Brother, it's raining! When it rains, there will be water, and our wolves and horses are alive!"

The boy opened his mouth to drink from the rainwater falling from the sky. Not far away were wolves, rolling in the rainwater and sand.

Everyone in the camp ran out of their tents, and every container that could hold water was brought out, and everyone was thirsty.Song Jian took a wooden comb to comb Xiao Hei's hair: "I said we won't die, let's comb your hair. When you grow up again, we two will go hunting with brother."

The horse flicked its tail in the rain and touched Song Jian affectionately with its mouth.

"Don't touch it, I'm itching." Song Jian put his hand between the horse's ears, Xiao Hei was very obedient, and would let him touch his eyelids, "Your eyes are so big and your eyelashes are long, you must be the most beautiful horse... "

The horse, which had been quiet all this time, suddenly became uneasy, snorted a few times, and kicked the wet sand with its front hooves.Song Jian couldn't see it, but he backed up and hid in the tent. When his brother said something was wrong, he went back to the tent and couldn't go out.

The boy's hair was all wet, and his pants were soaked. He also heard a sound, as if someone was coming.

A man approached them, and within a few steps, he fell down and fell to the ground.The young man was curious, so he walked over to have a look, while keeping the wolves away, for fear that this man would suddenly take out a weapon.

But the people on the ground didn't move, obviously fainted.

But the boy still recognized his equipment. He was wearing a desert camouflage uniform, lace-up military boots, and a metal chain around his neck, with a metal plate hanging underneath.

He is a sentinel.

A lost and exhausted Sentinel.

The author has something to say: Jiancai was already 15 years old when he kissed, and Brother Little Wolf was 17 years old.

Brother Little Wolf didn't kill his wolves, it was the wolves' active sacrifice, and there are real cases, he would even leave the wolves voluntarily when food was in short supply.