Virewolf

Because Tang Fuchu was struggling so violently, a wrapped coarse cloth fell out of his chest.

The coarse cloth fell to the ground and spread out, revealing the white hair inside, which glowed white in the dark.

Tian Yuan shrank his pupils and let go of Tang Fuchu.

Tang Fuchu fell to the ground and coughed violently. He spit out some cloudy yellow liquid, his body trembling and twitching. He heard Tian Yuan ask him in a low voice: "Where did you get this thing?"

Yaoyao, who was originally on Mo Yan's back, also jumped off and looked at the things on the ground curiously.

Mo Yan ran to Tang Fuchu's side, stood in front of him, and lowered his head to lick Tang Fuchu's face.Tang Fachu sat up propped up, and replied hoarsely: "My grandfather gave it to me."

Yao Yao turned into a human and helped Yue Shan up, frowning and asked Tian Yuan: "What?"

Tian Yuan's expression didn't change clearly, he glanced at Mo Yan again, and suddenly said, "Let's go."

Yaoyao was stunned: "What?"

Yue Shan's face was covered in blood, and he also raised his head in puzzlement.

Tian Yuan repeated it calmly: "I said, let's go."

Yaoyao bit her lip, but didn't say anything, she pulled Yue Shan towards the door with a gloomy face.

Tianyuan is the "lead wolf" of this small team, Yaoyao and Yueshan can only obey orders.Soon, they left the farmyard.

All is quiet again.

Mo Yan turned into a human form, the wolf boy's face was covered with blood, and one of his eyes was blinded by the blood. At this time, he anxiously pressed his hands on Tang Fuchu's shoulders, and asked him hoarsely : "How are you? Are you okay? Chu'er, where does it hurt?"

"I'm fine." Tang Fuchu's eyes were a little blurry, and it took him a long time to recover his vision. His mouth was bitter, whether it was bile or gastric juice, and when he saw Mo Yan clearly, he was also very frightened. "Xiaoyan? You..."

Mo Yan let out a breath of relief slowly: "It's fine..."

His vision gradually became blurred, and within a short while, he passed out in Tang Fuchu's arms.

The last memory is that Tang Fuchu kept calling him anxiously in his ear.

When Mo Yan woke up, his whole body was extremely hot.

He probably had a fever, or a high fever, and his whole body was limp. It was already daytime, and he stared at the familiar ceiling for a while, opened his mouth, and could only make a "woo hoo" sound.

Footsteps came soon.

Tang Fuchu appeared in his line of sight, and there was a circle of bruises on his neck.

Tang Fuchu changed a towel for him, put it on his forehead with a cold one.

He seldom used such a gentle voice, but this time, he was really gentle: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Mo Yan shook his head and pointed to his throat.

Tang Fachu picked him up, put his arms around him and fed him water.

Mo Yan hummed and drank a few sips, sobbing, he hugged Tang Fuchu: "Chu'er."

Tang Fuchu rubbed Mo Yan's head, and said to him in a low voice: "You bleed a lot, luckily it's just a skin trauma, I simply gave you some medicine, if your fever doesn't go away today, tomorrow I will I'll take you to Grandpa's place to have a look."

Mo Yan shook his head, hugged him, and just called hoarsely, "Chu'er."

Tang Fuchu sighed: "You really scared me to death yesterday. I thought your eye was blind, but fortunately it was only covered with blood. In the middle of the night, you started to have a fever. It's 38 degrees. I just measured it. [-] degrees lower, a little lower."

He covered Mo Yan with several layers of thick quilts in a simple way, trying to make him sweat.

Mo Yan still hugged him, pressing his hot face against Tang Pachu's cool neck, licking the marks on Tang Pachu's neck over and over again.

Tang Fuchu became hot after being licked by him, so he pushed a few times, but he didn't dare to push hard, he could only push softly, Mo Yan kissed Tang Fuchu's lips along the way, and said to him in a hoarse voice: " I'm... not good."

"It's not you, I'm dragging you down." Tang Fuchu rubbed his hair, "Besides, we are outnumbered. We are destined to lose. We have worked hard, and we will die together at worst. I don't regret it."

After finishing speaking, he was a little shy, coughed a few times and asked Moyan stiffly: "What about you?"

Mo Yan laughed lightly, his already unpleasant voice became even hoarse at this moment: "I don't regret it either."

Tang Fuchu and him shamelessly flirted with him for a while, he could only kiss Mo Yan under the quilt, and soon his whole body was sweating profusely.

"Who is your grandfather?" Mo Yan thought of this and asked him.

Tang Fuchu wrapped him in layers of quilts, hugged the little Moyan outside, and gasped, "I don't know, but he has always been very good. When I was young, I usually didn't get sick. He is the only one in the village who can cure a serious illness, and he will take care of it for me. My father and mother are very grateful to him, and our relationship has become better and better since then."

"Grandpa treats me very well, but he always makes me feel strange when he gets old." Tang Fuchu lifted Mo Yan's bangs that were wet with sweat, and kissed his sticky forehead.

"strangeness?"

"It felt like a different person. I heard from the village that he raised wolves and rescued a white wolf from the mountain. Later, when the white wolf died, he buried the wolf in the mountain and built a hut at the foot of the mountain. Live." Tang Fuchu stared at Mo Yan's eyebrows, "Maybe it's too sad, people have changed."

"Grandpa is not easy." Tang Fuchu sighed.

"So this white hair belongs to that wolf?" Mo Yan asked.

"It's possible," Tang Fuchu said, "I'll go to Grandpa to find out later, and I'll just say, he won't harm me."

Mo Yan coughed softly, his voice was muffled all the time, Tang Fachu hugged him and patted him: "Now you are the most important thing."

Mo Yan smiled weakly at him: "With me, you are the most important at all times."

Tang Fuchu stared at him, his nose suddenly started to sore, he thought of what happened last night, and felt as if he had an unrealistic dream.As if wanting to listen to love, he couldn't help asking Mo Yan: "Why are you so stupid? At that time, at that time... If one of us can survive, it is victory."

"You're dead, what do I want this victory for?" Mo Yan said with pale lips, "Or do you care more about the concept of victory than me alive?"

Tang Fuchu touched Mo Yan's face, his throat moved, but he didn't speak.

He leaned forward and kissed her without swallowing.

"It's my fault," he lowered his eyes and said in a low-pitched tone, he rubbed his arms around Moyan's neck, and smiled warmly, "I want you more."

Mo Yan let out a breath and planted a kiss on the top of his head.

Tang Fuchu hugged Mo Yan for a while, planning to get up and cook, when he was about to get off the kang, Mo Yan, who was about to fall asleep, called him in a daze, "Chu'er."

"Hey, I'm going to cook." Tang Fuchu rubbed Mo Yan's hot face.

Mo Yan refused to follow him, and called again: "Chu'er."

"Just a moment, a moment."

"Chu'er—"

Tang Fuchu held Mo Yan's face and moved close to kiss him, pressing against his forehead to coax him: "You sleep, I'll come."

Mo Yan hummed, his voice soft and creepy: "Chu'er..."

When Tang Fuchu finally left, his guilt was about to explode, and when he stepped out of the threshold, Mo Yan's moaning and chirping voice became weaker.

For some reason, he remembered his father.

The last time he saw his father was when he was lying on the bed with a fever. His father stood beside his bed and touched his head, and said to him, "Dad will be back when Xiao Chu sleeps."

Tang Fuchu almost stopped abruptly, damn it, whoever loves to do this will do it.

Thinking of this, he turned back, Mo Yan half-opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door, and smiled at him.

Tang Fuchu's heart softened all of a sudden, he suddenly felt that he couldn't do without Mo Yan for the rest of his life.