Sentinel is not good

From this day on, Song Jian could see Brother Little Wolf standing up every day, sometimes in the morning and sometimes at night.When he walked like a wolf, Song Jian felt fierce, and it was much better to stand up.

Falling into the eyes, the shadow looks like a person.

There was a small tent on the edge of the camp, and not far away was a pack of wolves. Song Jian, wearing the old clothes that could be torn, gradually found a way to get close to Brother Little Wolf.He is a wolf, you can't touch it with your hands, it will scare him, but if you lick it, you won't scare him away all at once.

It's comfortable to lick, and I will hug myself to sleep.

"Brother Wolf, do I smell good?" After getting along for a long time, Song Jian got used to the pack of wolves.Brother little wolf smells himself every day, and so does the wolf.But they didn't eat after smelling it, and they still slept with themselves.

But the wolves are definitely not kind, they are very smart, as my parents used to say.Thinking of his parents, Song Jian would feel sad for a while, after all, they were the only relatives he had contacted before.

Because he couldn't see, he could only stay in the tent. After being abandoned, Song Jian knew how big the world outside the tent was.

"Brother Wolf, please pay attention to me, am I very nice to you? Uh... don't cover me, I'm afraid." He often talks to boys, regardless of whether they can listen to him, like a small chatterbox, The nagging is endless, and sometimes Brother Little Wolf covers his mouth.Zhang Mu told him that the ears of wolves are too sensitive, and wolf cubs have been listening to the wind since childhood, so they can't accept too many human voices at once.

It doesn't matter, Song Jian's daily task is to eat, sleep, lick, and talk to Brother Little Wolf.Brother Little Wolf went hunting, and he chatted with the wolves who stayed behind.

The wolf is bored to death by him, but will put his head on his lap.

"Don't bite me, I don't taste good, I have no meat." Song Jian looked at the shadow of the wolf, and grabbed the tip of the beast's ear with his hand.They are so big, it's hard to imagine how Little Wolf grew up with wolves.

Gradually, I don't know if I was nagging too much, Brother Little Wolf would occasionally take the initiative to say a few words to himself, although it was just simple words, it was much better than the indifference of ignoring people at the beginning.Song Jian became more talkative, waiting in the tent all day long, waiting for Brother Little Wolf to come back to sleep.

Zhang Mu would occasionally take a look to see if the children were alive or not, mainly to see if the wolves had invaded the camp.In such a large group of desert wolves, there is one leader wolf, two second-leaders, and dozens of wolves with a clear division of labor. They are definitely barbaric killers in the desert.If mad, the homeless without a gun becomes a defenseless prey.

If you don't count the huge creatures in the violent storm, the wild wolves are the top of the desert food chain.According to Zhang Mu's detailed count, there are more than 60 horses in total. It is very easy for them to kill hundreds of people overnight.

Fortunately, these wolves never crossed the border, but Zhang Mu had to guard against it.

Every time he went to the edge of the camp, he could see the small tents of two children.Song Qian has vision problems, the wolf cub can't use tools, the tent is crookedly built, and a simple tripod is covered with a large cloth.But the two children lived quite comfortably. Several times, Zhang Mu saw the wolf cubs roasting by the campfire.

The boy who only ate raw meat has learned to eat cooked meat.He threw the meat and bones of the hunt into the campfire, near the outermost edge, and extinguished the fire with a handful of sand as he took it.

It is estimated that the wolf cub will learn to use tools soon.

"Brother, is Zhang Mu here again? Is he a good person?" Song Jian knew that Zhang Mu always came for a walk, and he could hear the difference in footsteps.Every time Fan Yu approached, he could also hear it, and slipped into the tent, hugging the wolf left by brother wolf tightly.

With wolves around, Song Jian felt at ease.

"No, I know." The boy looked at Zhang Mu's back.

Brother Little Wolf can bring meat back every day and share it together.I am a low-ranking wolf, I eat the leftovers, but I am full every day. I used to be hungry, but now my stomach is round, and I eat cooked meat, fruits, and potatoes.Occasionally, he couldn't eat, so Song Jian kept the meat, tore off a small piece of cloth from his clothes, wrapped it, twisted it into a thin rope with hay from the weeds, and hung it on the big wooden stick of the tent.

It's cold at night, and the desert is dry, and it won't go bad after a day or two, and it will all turn into jerky.Every time he ate, Song Jian would deliberately say: "Brother Little Wolf, how am I treating you? I'll give you all the meat, so don't beat me in the future."

The boy gulped down the dry piece of meat, and replied, "If you don't behave well, hit me."

"I'm good..." Song Jian was cowardly when he heard this, and when he was done, he smiled at the boy with his beautiful disabled eyes, "Don't hit me, I'm the most obedient."

With the meat in his mouth, the boy leaned closer, smelled his eyes, and then took a serious look. "Pick it up, good boy."

Zhang Mu is getting more and more busy, and will be transferred again in a few weeks, so he can't care about the life and death of the two children.He also has two children himself, so he can't always put his energy out.But one day, Song Jian came to look for him again, but he was still led by the wolf cub without removing the rope around his neck.

Will it be strangled?Zhang Mu wanted to pick it off for him, but it was probably worn out, and a scar would form if it was worn again.But he couldn't get close to Song Jian, and no one in the camp could get close. The wolf cub protected him and was extra vigilant.

"Zhang Mu, I want to rub the hemp rope for you." Song Jian came to look for work again, thinking about exchanging supplies, "I can also help you sharpen the wood."

"What do you want to change?" Zhang Mu looked at his little hands, and they got fatter again.

Song Jian didn't like Zhang Mu very much. Although he was nice, he said Brother Little Wolf didn't wear clothes.

Although brother wolf beats people, others can't blame him.

"I want to change a pair of pants for Brother Wolf." Song Jian stepped on the soft sand with two little feet, and the sand got into the gap between his toes. ... help you dry thick blankets."

"Clothes and shoes?" Zhang Mu didn't dare to let him dry the thick blanket, and he would definitely not return it after drying.

"Well... Also, Brother Little Wolf can stand up, so you can't say he doesn't wear clothes." Song Jian pretended to be fierce, "You...you...do you agree? Please."

As soon as the murder was over, Zhang Mu immediately begged for help, and Zhang Mu took another look at the wolf cub.

The boy's face was sullen, his eyelids were still drooping, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as if he didn't respond to everything happening around him.

But when Zhang Mu got a few meters closer to Song Jian with a basket of thin wooden sticks, his eyelids rolled up, very slowly, very coldly, staring at every move of others.

Song Jian only cared about being happy.Having work to do means having pants and shoes right away.He spent the next few days in the tent, and in the basket was a short sharp knife with which he sharpened the ends of thin sticks.It can bleed even if it is pricked.

These wooden sticks will be used as a simple defense line on the edge of the camp, and if you step on it, you will be injured.

The boy came back with meat in his mouth. He used to find a hidden corner to eat raw flesh, but he was not used to having a tent.He was often in a hurry because he couldn't see Song Jian, and he ran a few laps before he remembered that the wolf was stupid and liked to hide in the tent.

But Song Jian would save the meat that he couldn't finish, and use it when he was hungry.The boy didn't understand that the wolves didn't have the habit of storing food. Everyone hunted together and divided the food according to their ranks.The wolf that has finished killing can get better meat, but the first bite and the freshest flesh and blood must belong to the head wolf and cannot be snatched.

If Song Jian went hunting with him, he would definitely not be able to eat anything.The boy got into the tent, and several female wolves who were about to give birth were nesting next to Song Jian. Song Jian was sliding a wooden stick with a short knife, and every stroke was very hard.

"Pick it up." The boy fetched water and took the tin kettle off his neck, "Pick it up, what are you doing?"

"Cutting the stick, we'll have shoes when we're done." Song Jian missed him, and rushed over to lick him.

The boy thought it was a reward for his return, and hugged Song Jian and fell down side by side with the wolf, but he still wanted to peel off the layer of cloth on Song Jian's body.

"Wolf, no need, wear it." He said to Song Jian.

Song Jian didn't want to take it off, he didn't want to hide in the tent with his butt naked. "Brother Wolf, am I very kind to you?"

The boy's expression was stagnant, and his speech was slow. "Pick it up, good."

"Then we will be very good in the future, you can't leave me." Song Jian continued to lick. There was a kettle in the small tent, there was dried meat saved yesterday, and a sharp knife. He was very satisfied.

The boy didn't understand Song Jian's thoughts, he put all his energy into the wolves.As the food became scarcer, the alpha wolf took the wolves to hunt farther and farther away. He tried to eat as much cooked meat as possible to make himself stronger quickly.Every male wolf wants to be a wolf, and he is no exception.

Be the alpha wolf and protect all wolves.The boy took this as his goal and learned to hunt every day. Finally, he got a deer leg, which was specially given to him by the wolf because he threw down the prey.

The deer kicked his stomach. Enduring the pain, the boy ran back with the deer's leg in his mouth. He was still more than ten meters away from the tent when he heard screams from inside the tent.

Song Jian's voice.

The boy dropped the haunch and sprinted forward.

"Ah! Ah!" Song Jian was rolling on the ground, his two thin legs were tumbling wildly, kicking the blanket, deliberately making trouble for himself.There was a wound on his finger, which he accidentally cut himself just now.

Visual disability is more painful than total blindness, at least Song Qian thinks so.

If he couldn't see at all, he could be a little blind in peace, but he could see the silhouette, the world was immersed in the clarity of sand grains, and a lot of irritability would arise for no reason.He cut his hand, and he continued to cut it, but the direction of the knife was wrong, and one was broken.Enduring the pain, he picked up another one and cut it again, but because he couldn't see clearly, he cut it off again.

Can't see clearly, can't see clearly.

A fussy half-blind child is far more troublesome than an able-bodied child.Before being abandoned, Song Jian would be beaten by his father every time he made a fuss.

Unable to see clearly, but eager to see clearly, Song Jian would scratch his eyelids like a wild animal, tearing everything around him.He screamed, the scream was harsh and lasted for a long time.He used to be like this until he was completely dumb and could not speak for a few days.

The variegated silhouettes in front of him trapped him.While screaming, he grabbed his arm and scratched.

With poor eyesight, he couldn't cut his nails by himself, so nail biting became Song Jian's pastime.Sometimes it bleeds from biting, and the nail edge is gnawed into burrs, and it can hurt for a long time to scratch.

But these pains can temporarily relieve the pain caused by visual impairment.

"Chai!" The boy rushed into the tent, the wolf was already scared away, leaving only Song Chou with bleeding arms and hands.When he saw Song Jian scratching himself, he wanted to catch his eyelids, so he rushed over and pressed the hand firmly, and straddled Song Jian's body.

"Pick it up! Don't bark!" The boy pressed him down, but even though he was pressed down, Song Jian couldn't stop screaming. He even kicked his legs and rubbed his forehead with sand.

Song Jian, who was making a fuss, didn't know how to restrain himself at all, insisted on grabbing, and scratched his arm bloody.He wanted to exchange the blood for a pair of seeing eyes.He was too scared.

Then Brother Little Wolf started beating him, he scratched his eyes, Brother Little Wolf hit his arm hard, then scratched his arm, Brother Little Wolf swung his leg even harder.

"It hurts." Song Jian didn't dare to move after being hit, his eyelids were kept intact, but his face was scratched by the sand, "Brother Little Wolf, I hurt, don't hit me. We... we'd better Come on, don't hit me."

"Not good! Hit!" The boy hit his hand again.

"Be good, be good, I will listen to you from now on, I won't catch you anymore." Song Jian rubbed his face against his chest, tears couldn't stop flowing out, "Brother Wolf, don't throw me, I can't see, but I will Do your job, don't throw me away. I'm good."

"Be good, don't throw it away." The boy looked at the transparent water flowing out of Song Jian's eyes, lowered his head, and licked the water, it was so salty.Song Jian cried, but wolves never cry, he might not be a wolf.

"If you don't behave well, hit me!" the boy said fiercely, his long hair sticking to Song Jian's face.They hugged each other and lay down, Song Jian wiped his tears in his arms, and the boy suddenly understood.

Song Jian is a puppy, right?

A few days passed, and they were about to move again. Zhang Mu told the big guys to pack up the tent, walked around the camp and came back, and saw Song Jian standing beside his tent.

He was holding a straw basket with whittled sticks in it, which was still led by the wolf cub.

A rope became the link of two children.

"Zhang Mu, I've finished my work." Song Jian knew that he was going to move today, so he hurried to change things. "I want shoes, two pairs, and pants for Little Wolf."

"What's wrong with your hands?" Zhang Mu took the basket and found that there were pinch marks on the wrists of the two little hands, which couldn't have been dropped by Song Jian himself. "You were beaten by your little wolf brother again?"

"No, no." Song Jian shook his hands, so as not to let others speak ill of him, and shouted loudly, "My little wolf brother is doing well, we are the best, the best, he is very good to me!"

The boy's eyelids moved, and he used the rope to pull Song Jian closer to him.