Virewolf

Mo Yan actually didn't really want to sleep on the kang.

He was not used to sleeping on his back, but after becoming a human, his injured hand restricted his sleeping position.

He lay on the Kang and stared at the old electric fan on the ceiling in a daze.

Tang Fuchu didn't know why, he didn't sleep all the time, he just went to the door and locked it, and he kept frowning after he came back.

In fact, in rural areas, most people basically don't lock their doors very much. No matter day or night, they have full trust in their neighbors, and they also have enough confidence in the safety of Tangjiazhai.Every household is like this tonight, except Tang Fuchu.

From this point of view, Tang Fuchu seems to be a very insecure person.

Mo Yan saw Tang Fuchu walk in, walking here and there, picking up a long and thick mop and playing it back and forth in his hand, Mo Yan sat up, his eyes were a little sharp.

Tang Fuchu took off the mop, held a stick, glanced at Moyan during the process, and said flatly, "Sleep with you."

Mo Yan asked him in that hoarse voice: "What are you going to do?"

He could smell an unusual smell, similar to the feeling he had when he was squatting in the grass waiting for the hare to come out of the hole.He instinctively sensed that Tang Fuchu was about to do something big, and this kind of big thing meant blood, prey, and survival.

Tang Fuchu thought it was funny that he was squeezing his nose hard and his hair was blowing up.He snorted, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and sat cross-legged on the table, idly saying, "What's the matter, are you still going to help me?"

Mo Yan was silent for a while, and picked out a word: "You want to 'fight'?"

Tang Fuchu ate melon seeds, "pooh" out the melon seeds and said, "What are you doing, who are you hitting, it's late at night."

At this time, Mo Yan showed a little indifference, he shook his head lightly, bent down and put on his shoes.

It hurts to walk on the ground without shoes. He was wearing these worn-out cloth shoes, and he still couldn't get around the circuit in his brain.

After putting on his shoes, Mo Yan paced around the room.

Tang Fuchu lazily leaned against the wall, licking melon seeds and pooh-pooh-pooh, pooh-pooh-pooh while watching Mo Yan strolling around with great interest, and from time to time let out two wolf-like howls.

Moyan gestured with his hands and feet together, making an attacking posture.

He is getting acquainted with the human body.

Sensing Tang Fuchu's gaze, Mo Yan still didn't stop.After a while, he went to get the wooden stick, it was a bit heavy, and he couldn't lift it up. He clumsily imitated the movements that Tang Fuchu just fiddled with, but he found that he seemed unable to do it as easily as Tang Fuchu.

He quickly gave up, just like when he tried to chase wild deer at the beginning, he understood the gap between himself and adult wolves, just like he quickly accepted the gap with adults at this time, recognizing reality is always the first step in hunting step.

He picked up the broken mirror and looked at himself up and down, and then looked at the silhouette of the young man reflected in the window.

Tang Fuchu took a mouthful of melon seeds, clapped his hands, and directed Mo Yan: "Go get a broom and sweep."

Mo Yan was confused, Tang Fuchu pointed to the broom in the corner, he walked over slowly and uncertainly, holding the broom in his hand, with a dazed expression on his face.

Tang Fuchu tilted his legs and looked at him with hanging eyes: "Sao, will you?"

Seeing that Mo Yan was at a loss, Tang Fuchu jumped off the table, grabbed the broom and finished sweeping by himself. He was very depressed, and when he saw Mo Yan, he felt that it was an eyesore, so he simply said: "Fuck you, you can't sweep the ground and you want to help me catch the thief .”

"Thief?" Mo Yan squatted down, frowning slightly, "You want to catch a thief?"

Tang Fuchu tugged his arm: "What are you doing squatting, and you want to shit? Go to the latrine!"

Mo Yan shook him off, "I didn't!"

Tang Fuchu threw the broom aside angrily, and lay back on the kang with his arms outstretched, he hummed comfortably: "Hi! ——The little thief from the past few days came to my house several times, Hmph, you think I don't know? This kind of code is outdated."

Mo Yan asked: "A password?"

Tang Fachu sat up, grabbed his right hand and gestured in his palm: "This means that there is only one person in the family."

"This means that the situation is unknown."

"This means that the old man and the woman are at home."

After four or five drawings, Tang Fuchu felt bored again, so he shook off Mo Yan's hand and said casually, "I've said so much anyway, you can't remember anyway..."

Mo Yan suddenly grabbed his hand, stared at his eyes seriously and said, "I've made a note of it!"

Then, Mo Yan wrote in the palm of his hand, still muttering: "Alone, the situation is unknown. An old man and a woman..."

Eh? ?

Tang Fuchu raised his eyebrows and said, "The little brat is pretty smart?"

The memory of wolves is very good. Although Tang Fuchu was not very interested in wolves at first, he heard from the old people in the village that the wolf road was a path stepped by a group of experienced wolves. If you go down the road, you can go to the fastest, safest and most labor-saving way.

Tang Fuchu rubbed his chin, feeling a little interesting, staring at Moyan and said: "The thief didn't notice your existence before, because you are a little wolf cub, they didn't take you seriously, and they didn't know you were a wolf cub. Evolving wolves. Judging from the news they have checked, when we go to bed and turn off the lights tonight, we are going to come in and steal things."

Mo Yan silently glanced at the rags in the room.

Tang Fuchu said coldly: "What? It's not worth it. Let me tell you, there's a lot of knowledge in this!"

Mo Yan watched him finish this sentence, then acted out again, calmly holding a small teapot and gurgling to the spout.

Mo Yan's face turned red, and he asked him not to be awkward, "What knowledge?"

Tang Fuchu put down the small teapot, wiped his mouth, pointed to the teapot and asked him, "Do you know what this is?"

Mo Yan replied, "The teapot."

Tang Fuchu sneered: "You don't even know what to do."

He walked around on the ground, leaned against the wall with his chest folded and raised his chin and said, "Pick it up and have a look, this pattern, this shade."

Mo Yan dubiously walked to the table, picked up the teapot and looked at it under the light.

Tang Fuchu said: "Look at the handle, look at the spout, take a closer look, the spout, and the shape. This purple clay pot is a family heirloom left by my father. It has been passed down from generation to generation, starting from my grandfather. It has been handed down from my grandfather, and it can be said to be a famous product handed down from generation to generation. The pot was produced 1000 years ago."

Mo Yan was stunned for a while, and subconsciously hugged the pot tightly in his arms, "You just put this thing here?"

Tang Fuchu hummed: "Why don't you say that you are not good at it? The more dangerous the place, the safer it is. This is what people who know the goods can see, and those who don't know the goods will think it's a broken pot."

Mo Yan asked him blankly: "Then in this room..."

Tang Fuchu said with a "hmm": "Almost everyone has a background."

Mo Yan: "...Really?"

Tang Fuchu: "Fake."

Mo Yan: "???"

Mo Yan: "This pot?"

Tang Fuchu: "The old lady in the east of the village sells it for five yuan."

Mo Yan: "..."