Virewolf

Mo Yan was slightly injured in the turf battle, but fortunately it was not serious.

The victory in the turf war made it rare to relax for a few days. It lay lazily beside Tang Fuchu, its chin raised, feeling very uncomfortable.

Winter came very late this year, the wolf forest was blood red, the maple leaves rustled, and the autumn wind was gentle, never disturbing people's feelings.

Tang Fuchu was playing with bows and arrows, now he can chop sticks whenever he has free time, Moyan watched quietly at first, then became a little impatient: "Why are you doing this?"

"None of your business." Tang Fuchu also responded bluntly.

Mo Yan felt that their way of getting along was a bit weird, and it attributed it to lack of companionship.

So it said softly, "Chu'er's hands are really skillful."

Tang Fuchu said gloomily, "Disgusting."

"..."

For a wolf king like Mo Yan who responds to everyone, as long as he appears in a pack of wolves, many wolves come over wagging their tails and scrambling to lick him. He has never been treated like this before.

Forget it, I'm willing to fight and suffer.

At night, Mo Yan changed his method. It ordered arrogantly at the foot of the hillside: "Come here, look at the stars."

Tang Fuchu fixed his bow and arrow with his back to it.

Mo Yan: "..."

Mo Yan gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay to come here without looking at the stars."

A few pairs of wolf eyes blinked in the distance, Mo Yan was annoyed: "Tang Fuchu—"

With a "snap", the bow and arrow smashed in front of him.

Tang Fuchu walked over slowly, stretched his long legs, and sat down on the ground.As soon as Mo Yan saw him coming, he came over with a grin. If Tang Fuchu didn't have so many things on his mind, he would probably be moved by Mo Yan's cute contrast.

But he is worried, pretending to be indifferent is to maintain the dignity of a man.

"Now that you have won the fight, come and tell me."

Mo Yan paused, thinking with a headache, what a day of restlessness.

It is very loose: "What are you talking about..."

Tang Fuchu gave it a punch: "Become a human, tell me well."

Grinning his teeth, Mo Yan turned into a human. The young man squatted in the wolf's habitual posture with aggrieved eyes, with his strong arms resting on the ground, muttering reluctantly, "I can't be cute..."

"Don't bully me here." Tang Fuchu sat down like an old man, and gave Mo Yan a kick from behind, "Hurry up, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter."

"..."

Mo Yan thought about it, thought about it, and looked at the stars in the sky in the silent wolf forest. What was disappointing was that although his lover was by his side, he didn't have the pleasure of admiring it.

"You...haven't gone back for so long," he turned his head and looked at Tang Fuchu, "How do you organize the crops in the field?"

Tang Fachu laughed twice, and stood still under Mo Yan's puzzled eyes.

Then he exploded, he rushed forward, pinned Mo Yan to the ground and beat him up.

"This is the fucking way you came up with!"

"You don't want to see me anymore, do you want me to go where I came from?" He was emotional and couldn't choose what to say, "Then make an appointment with me to see you one day, and then disappeared again. Have you gained experience this time? I came to look for you and couldn’t find you, did I?!”

Mo Yan didn't even want to hide, he grabbed Tang Fuchu's wrist, reluctant to use any strength, and swayed along with him.

His facial features are a little hideous: "No! Don't think about it yourself!"

Tang Fuchu felt that something was wrong with him being raised in captivity.

This is a misunderstanding, he is too passive, as if Mo Yan is the master who can decide everything.

Under the extremely angry situation, he gradually calmed down, and sat aside breathing repeatedly, looking at Mo Yan with a dull expression.

Mo Yan stared at him from the moonlight in a daze, and he sat up with his hands propped up: "No, are you bored?"

It stands to reason that he and the wolves wandered outside every day and were baptized by nature, which was extremely fresh, but in Mo Yan's understanding, living with unfamiliar groups for a long time would be boring.It used to feel that way in the village.

Tang Fuchu answered irrelevantly: "Winter is coming soon."

Mo Yan was probably trying to comfort him, even though the wolves were always on the verge of a formidable enemy before the word winter, but he didn't care at the moment: "When we arrive, we will arrive."

Tang Fachu didn't tell Mo Yan that he had a new idea.

He just showed a rare obedience to this, and in the increasingly cold air, he said slowly, "It's not impossible for me to go back."

Before Mo Yan had time to react to this sudden show of weakness, Tang Fuchu had already led him to avoid this opportunity for deep thought: "Why do you want me to go back?"

"Ah, I don't want you to go back either."

The trees in the distance shook the broken moonlight, and they listened to each other's whimpers in the silhouette of the woods.The bloody maple leaves have long been asleep, and the beasts are soaked in the gentle night, surpassing the day.

"The recent food supply has dropped sharply, and we really have no better way."

Mo Yan's voice seemed lonely in the night.

"You are a human being, put aside your feelings, objectively speaking, you are really not suitable to be here." Moyan pulled Tang Fuchu's hand, looked back at him tenderly and said, "Chu'er, you don't need to prove anything to me of."

"Don't be angry, I'll tell you well, I've thought about it for a long time, I..."

"I can go back."

Tang Fuchu interrupted him suddenly, "But I have a condition. Winter hasn't arrived yet. I'll go back for two days. Then you will pick me up and play with me for a few days before sending me back."

His face was as usual, Mo Yan was unprepared for him, he was stunned for two seconds, and nodded in response: "Okay..."

"Okay!" He pasted it stickily, "Have you figured it out? When did you figure it out?"

Tang Fuchu's heart stopped beating.

He felt that Mo Yan's smile was very dazzling, and it made his eyes hurt. The pain was not for himself, but for Mo Yan.

He has always considered himself a rough man, never knowing that feelings can make people so delicate.

But seeing Mo Yan trusting him so much, he felt a little bit sad.He knew that Moyan, as the wolf king, had his own worries and pride, but he still wanted to be soft and sincere in front of him, so his words were gentle and hoarse: "There is no reason to think about it. We have less time together, and the old quarrels are boring. of."

Mo Yan's rough fingertips rubbed Tang Fuchu's furrowed brows. He squatted in front of Tang Feichu, breathed hard, and then slowly spit it out. He didn't know how to express his distress, but said: "Don't always I'm thinking too much, I'll go find you as soon as spring comes back, I..."

"Are you never going back to the village with me?"

With inexplicable hopes, Tang Fuchu asked without thinking.His eyes were as bright as fireflies at night.

Mo Yan was silent.

Tang Fuchu scratched his head: "Pretend I didn't say anything."

As soon as he started talking, he couldn't hold it back. He felt uncomfortable, and his words were bitter, and he slammed his fist on his leg: "I know you prefer the state of a wolf, you are a wolf! It doesn't matter, you can as long as you like, you I can do whatever I want, I just..."

"I'm afraid." He wiped his face and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid, I feel that sometimes you are strange, you don't seem to take life and death seriously at all, is death an honor in your eyes? But I No, Xiaoyan, in the eyes of us humans, life and death are important matters, if you die, I can't accept it."

As he talked, tears were about to fall, so he looked up and choked up: "It doesn't matter if there is no love between us, you mean more to me than that, but I need you to live , your existence is very important to me, I..."

Mo Yan was always at a loss for his sadness, he hugged him tightly nervously, and said in a panic: "I will not commit suicide, I am very willing to live, Chu'er, why would I not want to live?"

In order to enhance the credibility, he cupped Tang Fuchu's face, kissed him in a random way and said, "I almost died several times, and every time I remembered the days when I was in the village with you, I don't reject it as much as you think, it will always be the happiest time I have spent, that leg is so worth it, this is the luckiest scar in my life, it made me meet you."

Tang Fuchu closed his eyes, his face was covered with tears, he laughed and scolded in embarrassment: "Crazy."

Mo Yan pecked his bitter lips, breathing hot:

"So don't be sad, I will always live for you, I promise, Chu'er, I promise."