Virewolf

Gradually, Tang Fuchu accepted the current Mo Yan.

It couldn't take human form anymore, and it probably didn't love him anymore.It looks like a wolf all day long, you look into its eyes, where you can't feel any emotion, if you think it loves you, then you need a certain imagination.

Some evolved wolves will indeed become like this in the later stage, and it is also possible that all evolved wolves will return to themselves in the end. They are essentially children of nature, animals, and beasts.

Tang Fachu took Mo Yan to live in a hut on the mountain.

Moyan would often bite him, but it was old, Tang Fuchu would not be hurt so badly by him.

Wolves have a short lifespan.

But Tang Fachu has to admit that when you love an animal very much, in some moments, you feel that death has nothing to do with it.

Moyan was always on guard against him, when Tang Fuchu approached it, it would be very nervous, lower its body, its wolf eyes were blood red, its teeth bared, ready to attack at any time.

But it doesn't yearn for freedom so much, it never escapes.

Tang Fachu didn't know whether it was because Moyan found out that he would provide it with food and shelter, or because Moyan was old and his animal nature was fading, and he preferred to live rather than be proud.

In the end Tang Fuchu thought, maybe Moyan loves him.

He knew that Moyan was already very old for a wolf.He stared at it, and when he was eating, he saw how it was eating and gobbling, and he felt that it was no different from when he was a child.

On the outside, Mo Yan is still that beautiful.

In fact, this is not the case, because Tang Fu grew up with it at the beginning, and when he grew old, he was in it without knowing it, and only felt that Moyan had never changed.

"You've eaten a lot today."

Tang Fuchu would communicate with Moyan, he knew that Moyan couldn't understand, but he still did it.

Mo Yan seemed not to be full, it always looked at Tang Fuchu speechlessly after eating.Tang Fuchu interpreted this action as coquetry.

He has no bottom line for Mo Yan, so he always gives Mo Yan extra meals.

Moyan eats a lot and eats too much many times, causing him to vomit all over the yard.So Tang Fuchu wouldn't give it so much food the next day, but after a few days, he couldn't help but give Moyan another meal.

Later, he often couldn't swallow.

He likes the smell of Mo Yan very much, the wild smell of wolf fur, with the smell of dust, and a bit of wolf smell, as well as the smell of soap that Tang Fuchu used to bathe it.

Tang Fuchu can now imagine what it feels like to touch various parts of its body when facing the air.Its furry ears are the softest and most comfortable to the touch. If you touch its mouth, it will open to bite you, but it will not really force it, it just holds you in its mouth and bites shallowly.He squatted down and hugged Mo Yan's neck, and would pat Mo Yan's back.There is no flesh on Mo Yan's body, it is very thin, Tang Fuchu can touch its ribs one by one, if it is not for its long and fluffy hair, it will be even thinner than it looks now.

Mo Yan was probably sick, or maybe it was too old.

Tang Fuchu has always allowed it to enter the house, but it is incontinent, and the yard and the house always smell of urine.Slowly, it lost its appetite.One day at noon, it was lying lifelessly in the yard. Tang Fuchu put the cut pork to its mouth, but it didn't even look at it, and didn't even move.

Tang Fachu looked at it in a daze. During this time, he would always think of Moyan when he was a child.

Tang Fuchu put the herbs in his food and fed them to Mo Yan.

He guessed that Moyan was probably going to die, but within a few days, Moyan was alive and kicking again.

Maybe the herbal medicine worked, maybe it was just a minor illness, but whatever, Tang Fuchu thought happily, Moyan is back!

When strangers came to visit, Moyan barked like a wolf again. He was not a dog, but he still hated the smell of outsiders.Its appetite is getting better and better, and Tang Fuchu feels like he is feeding pigs every day.

It is getting closer to Tang Fachu, even if it is not fed, it is still willing to approach him, likes his touch, and begins to respond to his intimate hugs.

At night, it sleeps under Tang Fuchu's bed, and Tang Fuchu will chat with it many, many things.

Recently, Tang Fuchu has been very busy. He is busy preparing herbs for the people in the village.Mo Yan often looked at him from the side, Tang Fuchu could feel its gaze, but he had no time to pay attention to it.

With his back turned to Mo Yan, Mo Yan lay quietly on the ground, staring at him silently.

In the evening, Moyan ate a lot as usual.It can't control its own urine when eating, and often urinates while eating. At this time, it is like this again.

Tang Fuchu found some soil to cover the urine, he went to see Mo Yan, Mo Yan was probably afraid that he would talk about it, because he really had bad eyesight, so he hurriedly hid under the bed, only showing a pair of eyes.

Tang Fuchu had no intention of scolding it, his anger was as usual, it came and went quickly, he continued to work on his affairs, and it was very late before he remembered to go to bed.He went to bed, thought of something, stretched out his hand to touch Moyan, only touched its mouth, he covered Moyan's mouth, heard Moyan grunt, and shook his head away.

This is a small game between them, Tang Feichu smiled.

No matter what happens, Tang Fuchu will be happy to see Mo Yan again and interact with Mo Yan.

He turned off the light and fell asleep.

At night, he smelled a very foul smell, just like Moyan's usual urine smell.It might be peeing again, Tang Fuchu thought bewilderedly, and turned to the other side to sleep.

Early in the morning, when Tang Fachu woke up, he lowered his head to look under the bed.

"Little swallow," he called.

He saw Moyan's tail, and he thought suspiciously, Moyan never showed anything from under the bed before sleeping.

But he had a faint feeling that something was wrong, and while thinking, no way, he quickly landed on the ground barefoot.

He watched Mo Yan lying on his stomach facing the head of the bed.

He pushed Mo Yan, and Mo Yan's body was pushed and moved a few times.

"Small swallow, small swallow."

He barked over and over again.

His head was in a daze. He found the shoes and went to the village to find someone.He grabbed someone he knew and said, "Come and see, my wolf seems to be dead."

The man followed him back with a puzzled look on his face.

The man squatted down, pulled Mo Yan out, looked left and right, looked up and said, "Well, he's dead."

The man touched Mo Yan's body and said, "The whole body is wet."

After sending the person away, Tang Fachu squatted on the ground and stared at Mo Yan in a daze.

Mo Yan used to often lie on the ground in this position.The difference this time was that it was wet, like urine, or something else, and it smelled like it had been dead for days.Its eyes are half-opened, its mouth is crooked, its tongue sticks out slightly, and the hair around its mouth is all wet.

When Tang Fuchu saw Noon, he dragged Mo Yan to the mountain to bury him.

He buried Mo Yan under a tree.

He watched the soil cover Mo Yan's stiff and smelly body little by little, and he felt relieved.

Mo Yan finally died.

Today, he is finally completely free from years of fear, no longer has to think about it with fear, and keep guessing about the possibilities of it leaving him.

He sometimes wished that Mo Yan could die quickly.

Now, it's finally dead.

Tang Fachu returned home, when he entered the door, he felt that Moyan was still inside.

He didn't cook, he sat on the edge of the bed.

He remembered that last night, Mo Yan was here to watch him, but he didn't look at it, he was busy with his own business.

He really wanted to know what Mo Yan was thinking at that time.

He remembered how Mo Yan died, and he also wanted to know what Mo Yan was thinking when he died.

It is in this familiar place, the person he is most familiar with is sleeping on the bed, it is lying there, life is passing by slowly, its eyes are not closed until it dies.

Tang Fuchu has been sleeping very lightly lately, but he doesn't remember hearing any sounds at night.

Mo Yan didn't let out a little bit of mourning.

Tang Fuchu felt that it was unable to express its pain, maybe it was not intelligent enough, and it always suffered everything with a ignorant expression.Tang Fachu knew it was in pain, and knew that it couldn't control its self-blame.

He believed it had suffered in death.

But it still didn't make a sound.

Tang Fuchu thought that the parting should not be like this. He would accompany Moyan and watch Moyan die slowly. He would accompany Moyan and accompany him through the last journey of life.

However, he was absent, but he seemed to be still there, because he was not far from Moyan at that time.

Mo Yan didn't choose to disturb him, it suppressed its voice, listened to Tang Fuchu's breathing and heartbeat, and felt his own heartbeat slowly stop.

Tang Fachu didn't change his posture, he lay on the bed all night.

The next morning, he cooked for himself. He saw the small bowl Moyan used and put some porridge in it.

That afternoon, he took the things Mo Yan had used and buried them under that tree.

As we go, he thought.

It is so small, greedy, clingy, and afraid of the dark, so it wants me to sleep with it at night.

I'm dropping it under a tree right now.

While thinking this way, while walking, he slowly returned to his residence.

He didn't think he was too upset, but he thought he had to cry.But he was very tired, he didn't know why, he just felt so tired, he started to be in a daze endlessly, he stopped all work, didn't eat or drink, and didn't sleep or sleep.

Occasionally, a few tears would be shed mechanically, Tang Fuchu wiped them away, he felt a little funny.

Oh, Mo Yan is dead.

It died.

When the people in the village heard about it, they came to comfort him.

What they said was very cute. They said that Moyan would always be watching him from the sky.Some children said that Mo Yan turned into a little angel and accompanied him with fluttering wings, but he couldn't see it.

Tang Fuchu didn't believe this, he knew that Mo Yan was dead, and he still had a long lifespan. For the rest of his life in the next few decades, he would never see Mo Yan again, because Mo Yan's body had rotted away.

He fantasized about Mo Yan's unrecognizable appearance under the soil.

Most of the time, he felt that he was quite calm, and the adult world is like this. After two or three days, he started to be busy again, and soon returned to normal life.

There is Mo Yan's shadow in every corner of this house, and he really feels that Mo Yan hasn't left.He would even suddenly call Moyan by his nickname at home, and various nicknames he gave it. After calling him, he would laugh and scold: "Dead wolf."

Then he began to dream of Mo Yan often.

Sometimes the dreams are beautiful, and Mo Yan comes back again, biting his fingers, running around with him, and yelling at him, these memories are so real, so real that Tang Fuchu would be dazed for a long time when he wakes up.

Most of the time, Mo Yan died again and again in his dreams, just like he had imagined in the past, he watched it die little by little, he kept touching its painful and convulsive body, calling its name : "Small swallow."

When he woke up, he felt that this was not okay.

He went to look for Moyan under the tree on the mountain and discuss with it.

"You can still come to my dreams today."

"But you don't want to die like this again."

"You gotta hug me, kiss me, tell me we'll meet again anyway, and you'll be waiting for me."

He didn't know if Mo Yan, a big silly wolf, could understand, but after walking a few steps, he turned back and said to it:

"I used to call you a dead wolf just for fun."

How do you take it seriously?

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, and he felt he couldn't blame it.

He wants to say a lot more, he knows that sometimes he is not very patient with Moyan, he knows that in the later stage, when Moyan is incontinent, he will sometimes be very angry and impatient.

Mo Yan probably felt that he no longer loved it.

When Tang Fachu walked home, he felt that Mo Yan was accompanying him.He walked behind, and Mo Yan flicked his tail in front.

Later, Tang Fuchu would still dream of Mo Yan's death.

When he woke up from the dream, he still cried for a while.

But during the day, he can talk about Mo Yan with the people around him without any hesitation.

"My wolf died not long ago," he said lightly and cheerfully. "It's the same with old animals, and it's the same with birth, old age, sickness and death."

It's as if everything is in the past.

It's just that he once said it to the air in the dead of night.

Softly, carefree, relieved.

Xiaoyan, goodbye.

When I leave this world too, I will find you.