Virewolf

A few months later, another spring.

The small courtyard in the countryside is full of people, the earth wall is pasted with bright red "Xi" characters, the land in front is covered with roses, and two shirtless men from the village are cooking a big pot of rice not far away. Several girls are setting the dishes.The old people sat on small chairs and chatted cheerfully, and the children ran around chasing the dogs. On such a festive day, red ribbons were tied to the ropes that tied the donkeys.

When Tang Fuchu entered the arena holding the bride's hand, the surroundings were extremely lively.The little children threw flowers at them, and one of the little boys cried out viciously: "Shame-shame-"

The villagers applauded, and the trumpets on both sides began to blow hard. The wedding host was a middle-aged man with white hair, and his Mandarin was extremely beautiful: "Dear guests, folks... ..."

For some reason, Tang Fuchu felt that the bride's hands were rough to the touch, which made him a little nervous. At the same time, the host's voice came out from the loudspeaker: "Today is an auspicious and auspicious day. Day, let us once again applaud warmly to celebrate the union of this new couple—"

"One bow, one heart and one mind, the sky is your guarantee, your love is as bright as the sun and the moon!

Two bows, the best of both worlds, as evidenced by the earth, your love is like a river rushing!

Three bows, happy and happy, what people want, your days are booming! "

For a moment, the sound of applause and firecrackers shook Tang Fuchu's ears.All he could feel was the world spinning, the sound of wine glasses colliding, the bright red groom's suit, the laughter of children running around...

Finally, he came inside the house, so drunk that he couldn't walk steadily.

His bride sat by the bed, waiting for him to remove the red hijab.

He walked over crookedly, stared at the bride left and right, wiped his hands on the clothes, and then clumsily lifted the bride's hijab.

When it was lifted, it was terrible, under the bride's hijab, there was actually a wolf's head!The big wolf was wearing blood-red lipstick, with two beautiful emerald beads on its ears, and was blinking shyly at Tang Fuchu.

"what--!"

With a loud cry, Tang Fuchu sat up, panting violently in the dark night.

He clutched his heart, feeling that he was probably in a daze.

absurd.It's ridiculous.

His heart was stuffy, as if holding his breath, he got out of bed and went for a walk in the yard.The pigs in the pigsty were all asleep, snoring slightly.It was a quiet night, and the wind in the courtyard was still a little cool.Tang Fuchu didn't want to put on his clothes anymore, so he leaned against the door and let out a sigh.

Just yesterday, he dug out a small bowl, which was the bowl that Tang Fuchu fed Moyan when he was still young.At that time Mo Yan was still afraid of him, afraid of him, and hated him.But when it's time to eat, Moyan will still trust the food he gives, but it may also be because he is too hungry.The little wolf ate food eagerly and fiercely, as if someone would snatch it, and almost knocked over the bowl. Every time it ate, it would go far away, chasing after the bowl, gobbled it up, and ate it all over its face. .

Once Tang Fuchu wanted to tease it, he took a wooden stick and poked the food in the bowl, Moyan became anxious, bit the wooden stick to pieces, and let out a terrible cry, just like a little madman defend their food.

Only when he thinks of these vivid pictures, Tang Fuchu will smile, instead of falling into a feeling of loss all day long, wanting to sigh when he sees everything, but feeling that he can't finish sighing the tightness in his chest.

nowadays.nowadays.

Now, it is only him.

If it was only him in the beginning, he wouldn't always feel so uncomfortable now.

He looked up at the moon, the night sky was clear, at such times he always thought, at least he and Mo Yan had the same moon on their heads, and they were still living under the same sky.

It's just that he still has a heart that can't be hung up.

He wasn't sure if Mo Yan was still alive and well.

Winter is terrible, and wolves will live in packs because of food shortage.Can Moyan find a group that accepts it?What if I can't find it?What should I do if I find other wolves bullying it?Can it survive outside of human captivity?If it's still alive, how are you doing?Are you hurt?Have you been starving?

Tang Fuchu was worried all winter. He tried to enter the wolf forest, but failed several times.He paid attention to the movements of the wolf dealers, and talked with them, but he couldn't get anything out of it.The honest, flat-headed man told him last time that they generally don't go to the wolf forest in winter, and it's possible that hungry wolves will take risks and attack humans.

Don't swallow, don't swallow...

Whenever he thinks of these things, he always feels unworthy, but he really misses them.

He firmly believes that his Mo Yan is still alive, and he also believes that he is doing well now.Even now, he still has hope in his heart, hoping that one day they will meet again.

Early the next morning, Tang Fuchu went to see Uncle Li.

Uncle Li has suffered a serious illness, and now he can only sit or lie down all the time, and it is very difficult to stand up.Even so, he still held the small broom firmly in his hand, and when he saw Tang Fachu coming, he beat him up.

Li Xiaomei was going to school, she was carrying her schoolbag, and said helplessly, "Grandfather, don't keep beating me, Brother Achu."

Tang Fuchu let him beat him. When the old man fell ill, beating someone was like scratching an itch. He didn't feel anything if he was rough and thick. He was willing to be polite to the old man: "It's okay, you beat me."

Uncle Li beat him frantically, cursing: "Smelly man! You bastard!"

Tang Fuchu: "..."

Li Xiaomei looked in front of the mirror, and said to Tang Fuchu: "Brother Ah Chu, take a look at my grandfather and leave him alone, he can stay at home by himself. You should do your work, so go do it."

"Okay," Tang Fuchu said, moved a small stool and sat down, "I'll leave after a few words with your grandfather."

Li Xiaomei said goodbye to him: "Then I'm going to school, goodbye, Brother Achu."

"Slow down on the road." Tang Fuchu turned his head and said to Uncle Li, "Old man, tell me, can a wolf live through the winter by itself without a companion?"

Uncle Li pouted like a child, "I don't talk to you, you are annoying."

Tang Fuchu didn't seem to need his answer either, he muttered his own thoughts: "I think it's okay if it's him, because he's not just a wolf, he also has human wisdom, although, I have Sometimes I feel that humans are not as smart as wolves..."

There was a small movement outside, Tang Fuchu thought Li Xiaomei was back, and asked without looking back: "What did you forget, silly girl!"

No one answered him, and he heard the movement again.

So he stood up suspiciously and walked outside. When he reached the door, he looked around but saw no one.

Weird.

He scratched his head and looked around again, then turned around and walked towards Uncle Li,

Uncle Li stared at him, pointed at him with a trembling hand: "You, you..."

Tang Fei couldn't figure it out in the second day of the junior high school, with a dazed look on his face: "Huh? Me?"

In the next second, it was dark.

Only now did Tang Fuchu realize that someone put a sack on his head!

Damn it, what the hell is this!

Tang Fuchu found that the man was quite strong, and he couldn't earn it even with all his efforts, so he yelled anxiously: "Who are you! What do you want to do!"

That person also seemed to be in a hurry, after covering him, he still had the strength to lift the struggling Tang Fachu up.Tang Fuchu heard Uncle Li screaming, and hurriedly said, "Don't fucking touch the old man!"

"I didn't touch him!" the man defended himself.

This voice...!

"It's so ugly, your voice is changing!" Tang Fuchu kicked his legs desperately, but the man was still quite strong, and he carried him and started running. No matter what Tang Feichu said, he just ran with his head sullen.Tang Fuchu was hurt by the ribs hit by his swaying shoulders from running, so he was noisy and noisy, and he kept kicking and kicking him, which made the man completely lose his patience. Said: "You forced me to do this!"

Tang Fuchu didn't know why, but he had a feeling of being defiled.

He didn't have time to care about the pain, and struggled to open the broken sack, but the man suddenly pressed him, and there was a sudden pain: a pain in his arm, it was a needle!Tang Fuchu yelled, "You fucking..."

Fuck, I'm out of strength.

Not only did he have no strength, but soon, he fell into a deep sleep...