Sentinel is not good

The wind was getting louder and louder. Song Jian's resting place was right next to the stairs. Compared with the outside of the underground bunker, it seemed like two worlds.

My parents said that in the past, the tall buildings in the world were blown away by violent winds, not only blown away, but also turned into deserts.They have also avoided underground bunkers before, and some underground bunkers are broken.

Song Jian couldn't see how Po was broken, but the adults said that it was a sand boa in a violent storm.If you encounter something like that, even hiding in the concrete wall will not help.

Because sand boas are very big, as long as dozens of people, they eat sand and can also eat people.Now that Song Jian woke up, he was a little scared.

"Brother Little Wolf." Knowing that there was someone beside him, he grabbed the strand of hair that was not soft, as if grabbing the only relative, "Brother Little Wolf, are you awake?"

The boy didn't sleep soundly at all, he only rested at night after nightfall, and usually could only be counted as a doze, opening his eyes when there was a slight disturbance.It's so windy outside now that I can't sleep well even if I want to sleep.

Song Jian was able to fall asleep and tried to lean towards him. The boy pushed him away again and again, not understanding human touch.

No one paid attention to him, Song Jian was a little anxious and tugged at the lock of hair. "Brother Wolf, are you awake? I'm awake, I'm scared. Are you awake?"

The boy turned around and slapped Song Jian's hand.Song Jian let go of his hair, tucked his hands together, and touched the hemp rope beside him.

"You take this." He stuffed the rope into the boy's hand, "Just pull it, and I'll know you're here."

With a wooden face, the boy tugged hard.This blow almost broke Song Jian's thin neck.Song Jian coughed and coughed, but he didn't dare to say anything to him.

After pulling, Brother Little Wolf climbed on top of him and pulled his clothes down.Song Jian grabbed the waistband of his trousers and refused to take it off. The boy's long hair fell from above and rested on his cheeks.

"Choi, don't wear it." The boy tore at Song Jian's collar, and didn't like him wearing clothes.Wolves don't need to wear these.

"I want to wear, I want to wear clothes, Brother Little Wolf, don't take off my clothes, okay? I hurt, it hurts when you pull me... Take it easy, please? Please." There was a black ball in front of Song Jian's eyes. , Brother Little Wolf's movements suddenly stopped.

They were close, and when they breathed, the hot air blew each other's little face one after another. The two dirty little people were lying in the pack of wolves, as if communicating with each other through breathing.

It would be great if there was a small tent, small enough for me and brother wolf to sleep together.It would be great if Brother Little Wolf took care of himself more.Song Jian closed his eyes and smelled the smell next to him.

It is the smell of wolves, the smell of blood and sand.

When Fan Yu came over, the boy woke up suddenly, his eyes were wide open, and then narrowed dangerously.

By the light of an oil lamp, Fan Yu saw Song Jian sleeping among the wolves, but now he was not in the mood to think about it.He cared more about the life and death of the wolf cub than what happened to Song Jian.

It's a very delicate father-son relationship. He needs the wolf cub a lot, so he is willing to give him a bite to eat, but he hasn't raised him well yet, so he doesn't want to treat him too well.

At this moment, what he brought over were sand cakes.Many people in the camp made this food to eat. When they dug deep into the sand pit, they would find soft clay, mixed with a small amount of grain, and it would not kill anyone to eat it.

"Song Jian's eyes are blind, so don't try to keep him." Fan Yu really wasn't trying to scare people, "When the people in the camp know that he is a burden, they will still abandon him."

The boy drooped his eyelids, but the corners of his eyes reflected a little light from the kerosene lamp.

"Give him to me, and I will take him to live in a tent and protect him." Fan Yu put on his gun belt and wandered around in various camps. He is a gun dealer, "Let others touch him, and he is a meal. Do you understand? It’s not like you haven’t seen people cannibalism before.”

The boy stood up straight, and his posture was not very human.He has seen that wolves never eat their own kind, but humans do.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Fan Yu didn't know if he understood, so he threw the sand cake and left.The boy leaped lightly over several wolves, and his limb coordination was far superior to that of his peers. When he came back with the cake, Song Jian woke up.

"Brother Little Wolf, is anyone here? Is it Zhang Mu?" Song Jian was afraid. If he had a knife, he would carry it with him every day.

The boy just grabbed his rope and gave it a tug.

With such a tug, Song Jian's sense of fear was reduced by half. Although the tugging hurt, he was still willing to lean his little head in the direction of brother wolf. "Who? Who's here?"

The boy crushed the sand cake and put it into Song Jian's mouth. "Shepherd."

"Ah?" Song Jian rolled his tongue and tasted the taste of sand cakes. He had eaten them before and was very full.

"Mu." The boy still had no expression on his face. After eating the cake, he took off the iron kettle hanging from the wolf's neck and filled it with water, "Zhang, Mu."

After eating and drinking enough, Song Jian had another warm sleep.

This time I slept soundly and soundly, probably for more than ten hours. The 6-year-old child can't hold too many things in his heart. He misses his parents, and knows that he feels uncomfortable when he is thrown away, but he wants to survive even more.When he woke up, Song picked up too quickly and bumped Brother Little Wolf's head.

"Oh, it hurts so much." Song Jian rubbed his head with a smile, "Brother Little Wolf, your head is like a big rock."

The boy tilted his head to the left and right, discerning human language.He stretched out his hand again and rubbed Song Jian's smiling face.

The wind outside stopped, so Zhang Mu went to inquire first with a lamp, and then came down to inform everyone that they could go out.

No matter how safe an underground bunker is, it is not a long-term residence. If the air is not circulated, everyone will suffocate to death.Zhang Mu and his deputies' guesses were accurate. The violent storm only blew across this area, and it was just at the edge of the storm. If it was in the center of the most violent wind, the gate of the underground bunker would be covered by several meters of sand, and the shelter would become a shelter. Buried alive.

The pack of wolves stepped onto the ground first, followed by the wolf cubs, but to Zhang Mu's surprise, Song Jian, the blind man, was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

He can't see, so he wants to live more than anyone else, he is selfish, he lacks consideration in doing things, and his behavior is extreme.The thin blanket was lent by the wife to the wolf cub, and she agreed to return it, but the wolf cub nodded when he understood, but in the end it was in Song Jian's hands, and he refused to return it.

Luo Xiaolan had never seen such a bad child, and he took up the borrowed things and refused to give them.But Song Jian just refused to let go, a blanket could keep him alive, and even though he couldn't see clearly, he still hugged and ran, and finally bumped into the concrete wall with a thud, still hugging him tightly.

"No, you don't want to go back, okay? You are older, I am younger, and I don't have a blanket." Song Jian cried and said, with a big bulge on his forehead, he picked up stones on the ground and threw them at others, "I won't return them. You, if you pay me back, Brother Little Wolf and I will be gone. Please.”

This sounded so irritating, Zhang Mu couldn't help it.Everyone wants to live, even a child with a disabled eye, knows that the supplies in hand cannot be let go.

In the end, the thin blanket fell into Song Jian's hands, and with wolves protecting him, no one dared to help Zhang Mu to grab it.The refugee camp moved from underground to above ground. Zhang Mu and his assistants judged the direction according to the sun, so that they could lead the big guys to the next camp.

Behind the long line, Song Jian rolled the thin blanket into a roll, held it in his arms, and walked forward in the direction of the hemp rope.

He snatched the blanket for himself and brother wolf, so he didn't let it go.

It took three full days to walk to the next suitable camp. Song Jian would be tired, but he didn't dare to stop. If he stopped, he would be dragged, and if he didn't leave, he would be beaten on the back of his hand.At night, he and brother wolf would sleep on a blanket, and the wolves would surround him whimpering.Slowly, Song Jian was afraid of them and wanted to reach out to touch them.But when he stretched out his arm, the wolf bared its teeth.

But I still want to try again, Xiao Ban owes me nothing.

The boy grabbed his hand.Song Jian is the wolf with the lowest status, if he stretches out his hand, he will definitely be bitten.

"I want to pet the big wolf." Song Jian smiled, the bag on his forehead was still on, "You don't like being touched by me, I will never touch you again, brother, is the wolf easy to touch?"

The boy looked at him through the messy hair, leaned down, grabbed the wolf's ear and pulled it, and then put Song Jianbing's cold little hand on the wolf's back fur.

"Ah!" Song Jian touched the wolf seriously for the first time, "It's so thick, it must be very warm as a blanket."

Immediately, the back of his hand was pulled hard. Song Jian lowered his head and rubbed his head on the boy's shoulder in aggrieved way: "I didn't want to do it, so I just said...their fur is so soft."

"Soft." The boy took Song Jian's hand and asked him to stroke upwards against the direction of the wolf's fur, "Wolf, little one."

Song Jian looked in the direction of the wolf, but his eyes were dull.It turns out that smaller wolves are softer to the touch.

When they arrived at the new camp, Zhang Mu was in charge of helping everyone set up camp and tents, and gradually forgot about Wolf Cub and Song Jian.It has been more than half a month since I remembered these two.He hurried to look for it, thinking that one of the two children would definitely die, but he didn't expect to live well.

The wounds on their faces were all healed, and they slept on the edge of the camp. When the wolf cubs went hunting with the pack, a few wolves would stay and nest on the thin blanket with Song Jian.

The thin blanket was completely unrecognizable, covered with thick wolf fur.The sun is so strong that they turn their bellies to bask.

"It's me." Zhang Mu said from a distance, afraid of angering the wolves.I don't know if it's an illusion, but the little blind man seems to be a little fatter. He was too thin before, as if he only had bones in his body.

Song Jian still had a rope around his neck, his skin was worn red, and he was touching the wolf's back.Hearing Zhang Mu's voice, his first reaction was to grab the blanket tightly.

"I won't return it to you." Song Jian still touched the stone at his feet, "This belongs to Brother Little Wolf and me...ours."

"Don't be afraid." Zhang Mu was just curious. Others couldn't communicate with wolf cubs, but Song Jian could. "What have you been eating these days?"

Song Jian's hand was still tightly grasped. "Potatoes, sand cakes, fruit... Brother Little Wolf has something to eat, and the wolf will take him to find food and water."

Zhang Mu smiled. "You have a good relationship."

Unexpectedly, Song Jian shook his head, and slowly said: "I'm afraid of him, Brother Little Wolf always beats me and won't let me touch him, Brother Little Wolf is the worst."

"Touch?" Zhang Mu was wary of those wolves, "He is a wolf, not a human, and he doesn't know how to communicate, so of course he won't let you touch him. The wolves all use licking and scratching, so just don't touch him. I'm leaving, you guys Come on, stay alive, and grow up quickly."

"Don't go." Song Jian boldly called him, "I... I know how to rub rope, do you want to use rope in your house? I'll rub dozens of them, and I'll exchange a piece of cloth with you, okay?"

"Big Bu?" Zhang Mu turned around, not believing it.Twisting the rope is not difficult, but it is strenuous and tormenting, and I can't do it blindly.

"Hmm..." Song Jian stood up barefoot. He was always locked in a tent before, but now that he has walked a lot, he is willing to stand. "For a piece of cloth, three big wooden sticks, I want to build a tent for me and the little wolf." Brother is the head of the house. We can sleep well at night."

"Yo, aren't you afraid of him?" Zhang Mu asked intentionally.

Song Jian thought for a while, and turned his dirty little face to the sun. "I'm afraid, he's bad, and beats me all the time. But he still gives me food."

Zhang Mu couldn't figure out how he agreed to Song Jian's request, probably the family name pierced his heart deeply.He is 40 years old this year, and he has experienced many life and death partings before he has a complete family.Owning a home is too difficult for refugees.

In the afternoon, he asked his wife to find out the weeds and told about it.Of course Luo Xiaolan was happy, her family paid for a thin blanket and treated it as a small labor force.

The boy did not return until evening, and a bonfire was already lit at the edge of the camp.He had a big bird in his mouth, and Zhang Mu's tin kettle was hanging around his neck.The wolves would lead him to food, and they could lead him to water.

Song Jian lowered his head to play with the rocks, and heard familiar footsteps. "Brother Wolf? Is that you? You're back? I heard it!"

I've been alone all day, and I can't see again. The only sound left in the world is the sound of footsteps. Song Jian looks forward to it every minute.

Seeing Song Jian, the boy sniffed him first to make sure he didn't smell of others.He took off the kettle, took a sip of water, fed Song Chia a sip, and exchanged scents with the remaining wolves, sniffing each other's noses.

"Brother Little Wolf, why did you just come back? I miss you so much... We will have a tent soon, and we will sleep in it from now on." Song Jian was very happy. He was still a child at heart, and he was afraid when he was beaten. Thinking about it, he was still very clingy when he came back at night, Brother Little Wolf yelled, and the boy's keen ears sometimes felt uncomfortable, and he always shook his head.

"It's fine if we have a tent. We'll live at home." Song Jian looked at the shadow and wondered what the beating boy was like.Now he is also used to it, ignore him and ignore him, anyway, he just keeps talking.

If you argue a hundred words, you can always respond once or twice.

"Sleep." The boy was tired, he didn't even want to eat the bird, he just wanted to fall down and sleep, "far, very, today."

Song Jian immediately moved out of the way, and he could understand this kind of short conversation. Brother Little Wolf said that he was tired after running a long distance today.After all, he is not a real wolf, and it is very hard to keep up with the wolves.

"Pick up, sleep." The boy gripped the rope tightly and pulled Song Jian to his side, keeping a certain distance but absolutely not touching each other.But Song Jian had been sleeping for a whole day, not sleepy at all, and couldn't think of any other way to communicate with Brother Little Wolf. On a whim, he stretched his neck, stuck out his little tongue, and licked Brother Little Wolf.

Lick his chin.As Zhang Mu said, wolves rely on licking and scratching.

The boy's eyes that had just been closed opened suddenly, and the eyes were reflected by the campfire as two small red dots.Low-ranking wolves are courteous to high-ranking wolves and can lick them. He understands Song Jian's kindness.

Song Jian, he wanted to get close to him.

This time, instead of pushing him away, the boy pulled the rope closer.He brought back birds and water, ran far and enjoyed the fawning of the low wolf.He hugged Song Jian, scratching frantically at the fabric on Song Jian's back with both hands.