Sentinel is not good

This was the first time Song Jian was hugged tightly by brother wolf, and he didn't have time to think about anything else, he just cared about enjoying the warmth.Normal people may not have much need for skin-to-skin contact, but the little half blind likes it very much, and it is equivalent to seeing it when it is next to it.

Compared with sight, hearing and touch make him feel more at ease.He licked more frequently, licking hard, and his wet little tongue stuck to the boy's chin.

The better he licked, the tighter Brother Little Wolf hugged him, but his back kept getting caught.But it was too warm for the two of them to stick together, and he didn't want to separate.

The boy was so tired today that he didn't even have time to realize the idea of ​​pushing Song Jian away, so he was licked by Song Jian and closed his sore and swollen eyelids.

In order to catch the flying bird, he hid under the sand for several hours without even moving, and he ran a long way before returning. He didn't care about eating and just wanted to sleep.

Song Jian couldn't see it, but felt that Brother Little Wolf had stopped moving, and his hands that were scratching hard just now were still resting on his back.So he didn't move, just lay obediently and hugged her tightly.

This time, the boy slept for a long time.After waking up, Song Jian was resting on his chest, drooling, his face was so small, his nose was upturned and pointed.He woke up Song Jian, it was time to eat, and while eating, he stuffed the feathered wings into Song Jian's mouth.

"I don't eat this, raw, I don't eat..." Song Jian was so afraid of raw meat, he could not imagine eating a dead bird when he heard brother wolf crunching beside him.But he was hungry, so he had no choice but to sneak over to lick Brother Little Wolf's face.

The boy paused for a moment. He picked up wings for Song just now, but he refused to eat them. Now he licks them again. Why?The wing that was not eaten had already been thrown to the wolves, and was grabbed by several young wolves.

"Brother Wolf, I'm hungry, I'm hungry." Knowing that he understood, Song Jian said slowly, "Let's eat the roasted ones, I can only eat cooked ones, and there are also fruits."

"Roast." The boy is unfamiliar with this word, but Guoguo is not.A few days ago, I brought back a few branches with red fleshy fruits on them.He saw the bird eating the fruit and brought it back for Song Jian to eat.Many things in the desert are poisonous, and birds cannot touch them unless they eat them.

Song Jian pointed to the light in the distance. "With fire, I can only eat cooked ones, okay?"

The boy looked at the fire, uncertain, living in the wilderness, except for natural disasters, the only threat to the wolves is fire.He has seen big fires, where the turf burns faster and faster, and animals that cannot escape the fire will be burned to death.

But he walked over anyway, with a mouth full of blood and feathers, carrying a large bird that was about to be disemboweled.

The bird's neck was directly bitten off by him, and the head and neck had just been eaten by him, and he was about to tear open the bird's stomach.He pulled Song Jian with a hemp rope and stood in front of the campfire together, but he didn't dare to get any closer.

Song Jian didn't know what Little Wolf was doing, so he really wanted to grab his hand.After a while, a scent came into his nose, a meaty smell that is rarely smelled.

"Brother Little Wolf, what are you doing?" Song Jian squatted down, the scent lured him to poke his neck forward.Then he was hit on the back of his hand, which was quite heavy, and he retracted with an ouch, squatting on the spot.

The boy tore open the bird's stomach, gutted it and threw it on the edge of the campfire.The weird scent prompted him to move his nostrils, but he had never smelled this before.But it smells good.

As a wolf, he is afraid of fire and doesn't know what to do now.In the end, he dared to grab the internal organs, but the flames did not let him go, it was very hot, and burned his fingertips.

This kind of pain is not found in the desert. The wolves only have pain from biting and falling, and there is no pain from being burned.He ran around the campfire, scratching at the turf desperately with his hands, but a transparent bubble came out.

The boy tilted his head to look at the blister on his finger, not knowing what it was.

Song Jian squatted on the spot and waited, because he didn't have very good eyesight, so he didn't see Brother Little Wolf being burned.Staring at the cooked offal on the ground, the boy lay down and took a small mouthful.

This was the first time he ate cooked meat, it was so different from raw meat that it would burn his tongue when biting into it.But after taking a few bites, he found that this tasted better than raw.So toss in the rest of the bird and roast together.

The aroma became stronger and stronger, attracting the attention of several refugees nearby. They didn't expect the wolf cub to eat better than themselves.

The important internal organs were all eaten by the boy, and Song Jian was his low-ranking wolf, so he could only eat the leftovers.But for the wings and bird's feet, the boy helped Song pick them up and bake them. This time he used sand.

Grab two handfuls of sand, put out the flame cover, and take it again, so that your hands don't get blisters from being scalded.

With a tug on the hemp rope, Song Jian knew that Brother Little Wolf had finished eating and it was his turn. "Brother Wolf, I talked to Zhang Mu today." He chewed the meat with a small mouth, regardless of whether he could understand it or not, "I told him that we can exchange big cloth and wooden sticks with rubbing hemp rope." , you wait until I'm full, I...I rub it really fast."

"Hemp, rope, change cloth." The boy collected the bones he spit out and threw them to the wolves.Wolves never waste food.

"Well, I'm useful. Don't throw me away, can you?" Song Jian was still afraid that his biological parents could abandon him, let alone a strange boy who had nothing to do with him.If he was thrown away again, he would either die in the storm or die in Fan Yu's hands.

"I'm useful, please." Song Jian repeated again, he understood that only useful people can survive.

Another yank on the neck, but Song Jian felt relieved, Brother Little Wolf was talking to himself.The bird's wings were roasted very fragrant. He tore the meat a little bit and ate it with great care.

"Brother Little Wolf, you are so kind." He still had to boast, the corners of his smiling mouth were full of meat, "You are the best and best person in the world, and I will follow you from now on."

The boy doesn't quite understand this sentence, what is the best?don't know.But just follow, Song Jian is a very stupid wolf. He can't hunt, run, cool, eat raw meat, and wear clothes.

A few days later, Song Jian finally got the raw materials given by Zhang Mu and started to rub the rope.

His mother had taught him before that because he was blind, they would not let him out of the tent, so he would sit and help them twist the rope.The rope is very useful and can be used to change cans.

The material is a kind of grass in the desert. It is very tough after drying, but it is easy to break. You have to weave dozens of them together to become a thick rope, and then it will not stop.

During the day, Brother Little Wolf went hunting with the pack of wolves and came back when it got dark. Song Jian sat on the mat all day, rubbed the rope, and slept with the wolf in his arms when he was tired.When there are wolves, he is not afraid. The wolves will protect him just like Brother Little Wolf.

Zhang Mu would occasionally come over to take a look. He only saw a beautiful boy sitting among the wolves, biting the end of the rope in his mouth, separating the grass strands one by one with his slender fingers, knotting the short ones and connecting the long ones. Weave them in a certain order and rub them with the end of the rope in their mouths.

It was a cumbersome job, and the best manual women in the camp would not do it.Zhang Mu didn't hold out too much hope, originally he only wanted to find a living hope for Song Jian.

Vision is the most important way of communication. Song Jian can't see clearly, and his world is greatly reduced. If there is something to do, he won't think about it.But Zhang Mu didn't expect that two months later, Song Jian really rubbed it for him. It was so long that it was wrapped around a dozen loops around his neck and delivered.

The weight of the rope almost crushed the little boy.

"Zhang Mu, I've finished my work." Song Jian was dragged here by Little Wolf.In the past few months, the skin on his neck had worn out a full circle, but Brother Little Wolf wouldn't pick it off for him, so he had to continue to wear it.After grinding until now, the newly grown skin is broken again, but it doesn't hurt so much.

Zhang Mu and Luo Xiaolan came out of the tent, and their son and daughter watched from a distance.

"Hey, it's all because of you rubbing it so long?" Zhang Mu really didn't expect it.Children are weak, and the rope is thinner than adults, but it can be used.

"I rubbed it, my mother taught me." Song Jian was still barefoot, his face was wiped by brother wolf, although it was not very gentle, it hurt.Zhang Mu took his rope and stroked Song Jian's head. He was fatter and taller than last time.

When we met for the first time, my wrists and ankles were so thin that they would break if I snapped them.

But before he retracted his hand, the wolf cub wrinkled his nose and started whining, squatting and approaching step by step.

"When will you learn to put on clothes?" Zhang Mu withdrew his hand, and the wolf cub's whining stopped.He is not afraid of wolf cubs, and even feels that wolf cubs have changed a little bit. He can't tell. Although he doesn't have human habits, he is not annoying.Just too dangerous.

"Ah? Who are you talking about!" Song Jian knew that he was talking about Brother Little Wolf. "Brother Little Wolf doesn't like wearing clothes. Don't talk about him. He will wear clothes if he likes them. Don't talk about him."

"Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk." Zhang Mu shook his head helplessly, and gave the rope to his wife.Luo Xiaolan didn't like these two children, one was a wolf, and the other snatched her own child's thin blanket, but the rope was made, so she had to give what was promised.

"Here." She took supplies from the tent, a large piece of brown cloth and three long wooden sticks two meters high, "That's all, nothing more."

"Split the rope for them again." Zhang Mu said.

Luo Xiaolan glared at him, meaning that her house was not enough, but her man was the leader, so she still took a hatchet, chopped a meter of rope, and threw it over.

The cloth and wooden sticks were very heavy, so Song Jian touched the shadows and picked them up.The boy looked at him carrying things stupidly. This wolf was too stupid, and it must be because of his stupidity that he was given up by the head wolf and picked up by himself.

"Let go." He slapped Song Jian's hand, and Song Jian let it go obediently, waiting for him to speak with his useless eyes open.But the boy didn't speak, and wrapped the stick and the rope with a big cloth, pulled up a corner, and pulled it away.

Song Jian heard the sound of dragging and came to help.Each of the two children grabbed a corner and transported the pile of supplies back to where they lived, but one held them with their hands and the other held them in their mouths.

Finally, it was shipped back, and Song Jian's job was next.His eyes are disabled, but he can still do it with a few wooden sticks. He helped the family set up a tent.

First dig a hole in the ground, don't dig too deep, the surrounding wolves don't understand what he is doing, so they dig the ground too.

After one hole was dug, Song Jian put a wooden stick as thick as his own wrist into it, and dug two more holes based on his feeling. The three holes were connected to form a triangle.Then he put the wooden sticks in and they stood still. He slowly pushed them together, and it took a lot of effort to touch them crookedly.Just such a thing, I did it for a few hours.

"I'm so tired, I'm exhausted... so tired." Song Jian moved to Brother Little Wolf, wanting a compliment.

The boy watched him busy, not knowing what he was doing.Song Jian leaned over to lick him, this was the way he could accept contact, picked Song Jian up and scratched him.After resting for a while, Song Jian stood up and continued to work, as if to prove that he was a useful person, he stretched out the big cloth and spread it on the sticks.

The three sticks standing together were surrounded by a circle of cloth, and Song Jian was out of breath: "Brother Little Wolf, help me, can you help me tie the cloth up with a rope?"

The boy didn't move, the one on Song Jian's neck was clutched in his hand.

"It's the one on the ground." Song Jian pointed with his finger, "The rope is tied here, and we have a tent to sleep in. This is home."

Home?what is homeThe boy climbed a few steps forward and got around the wooden stick. He knew that Song Jian wanted to tie it with a rope, but he couldn't reach it in this position.

After some hesitation, the boy stood up holding the stick.

He straightened his legs, a head taller than Song Jian, with high hips, long legs, and big feet, as if he had become a real person, and stood up.

Song Jian watched the silhouette change from short to tall, and let out a little wow. This was the first time he saw Brother Little Wolf standing up straight. It turned out that he was so much taller than himself.

The boy looked at his straight legs and slowly became familiar with standing.The standing is not stable enough, but after standing for a while, the waist is used up.After he got used to it, he stretched out his hand and wrapped the piece of rope on the ground around the cloth and the wooden stick for several times.

Tie another knot and tie it.The boy stood outside his first tent, standing very straight.

The tent was finally set up.

Although it was only more than one meter high and only big enough to accommodate two people and a few wolves, Song Jian happily got into it.He also brought in the thin blanket, and there was a piece of rope hidden under the thin blanket, which he kept secretly without handing it over to Zhang Mu after rubbing it.That night, the two children slept in the tent, but the curtains were not fully drawn, because Little Wolf would not let them.

Brother Little Wolf can only sleep by looking at the pack of wolves. Song Jian is already content, and he can do whatever he wants.When it was time to light up the camp, a small pile was lit in front of each tent, but there was no firewood in front of their tents, and they were afraid of scaring the wolves.

In the small tent, Song Jian hugged Brother Little Wolf and licked his chin.I was thrown away by my parents, but I have a family again.

This was the flattery he deserved after standing up. The boy hugged Song Jian vigorously, leaving shallow scratches on his back with his hands.It turns out that home means tent.