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The snow just stopped this evening.
A bright full moon rose into the sky, and the village under the moon was pale.
On the cliff, a pair of deep golden eyes stared at everything at the foot of the mountain, radiating a greedy desire to kill. The white wolf is waiting quietly, meditating...
The high shoulder blades are like rugged mountain peaks, the blood-red tongue licks the shining teeth, the cold wind brushes the snow-white fur, and the ears are proud The ground was hunched, and the sharp nails under the soles of the feet were gradually unable to restrain themselves.
If you don’t look at those eyes, you will think that this is just a strange-shaped stone covered with snow.
When the last family in the village extinguished the candles, the young leader knew it was time to act. It calmly raised its head, taking advantage of the moon, to let out a proud and creepy roar.
It was no longer visible on the cliff, and several black shadows quickly rushed into the village, like a nightmare in the dark night, approaching the unconscious people.
Everything was quiet and soundless, it seemed too quiet. The golden eyes were watching the route of the companions, calm and elusive.
Suddenly, a baby's cry shocked the quiet night sky. A beam of white light shot out from the edge of the woods. There was silence for a few more seconds. The lights of a house came on, and a rough male voice and hysteria were heard. The screams woke up the village. The sound of torches and iron tools became louder and louder. Several pairs of dark green eyes flashed out and disappeared into the woods, except for their leader.
Inside the house, the golden eyes were still staring calmly at the couple shivering in fear in the corner. The white wolf gently picked up the crying baby on the ground and jumped out of the back window. The place was already surrounded by villagers armed with knives, and it stopped.
For a while, no one moved.
People’s surprise is not without reason. There is a snow-white wolf holding a baby in its mouth. The most terrifying thing is the pair of deep-set ghost-like eyes.
Suddenly, a torch was thrown over, and the white wolf nimbly dodged back, then suddenly accelerated towards the crowd. Smooth fur brushed against people's shoulders, arms, and thighs. People shouted, waving sickles and hoes, trying to hit the snow-white figure, but the silver lightning didn't seem to take it seriously at all, and shuttled back and forth among the people, as if it had planned its route in advance. Eventually, it escaped pursuit and made its way into the dark forest.
It reappeared on the cliff, letting out a long roar of victory, and bright red blood dripped from its back. It didn't care at all, and carefully looked at the baby at its feet, with a hidden look in its eyes. Subtle lovingkindness.
On the early morning of the next day, the villagers discovered that the blood on the ground from the house to the edge of the woods was like a winding road.
Two
Fifteen years later...
The village has turned into a small town, a bustling scene. A few years ago, the villagers had guns. , they are no longer afraid of wolves. The status of the wolf suddenly changed from the hunter to the hunted object.
The woods have shrunk a lot, and the wolf's life is getting harder and harder.
The white wolf is now the third generation leader of this declining wolf family. He is obviously old, and the smooth silver fur on his body has long been split and fallen off. The body is covered with dense scars, which makes it sad. Most of them were caused by the hands of its companions. The most terrifying thing is the deep and long scar on his back. The skin around the scar has turned dark gray. For fifteen years, this scar has tortured the wise leader all the time. Especially in recent years, severe pain often strikes suddenly, and the disease is eating away at this once unruly soul bit by bit.
But what has never changed is that those golden eyes are still as calm, cold, and deep as they were fifteen years ago, shining with contempt.
The white wolf likes to be alone, likes the wind at night, and likes the night sky with bright moon and few stars. At this time, he is lying quietly on the cliff, overlooking the black forest. When the night wind blows, Its ears moved slightly, feeling the coolness brought by the wind.
The steepest rock on the cliff symbolizes the supreme authority and absolute rule among the wolves. I don’t know how many red eyes stared at this rock fiercely. But since the white wolf became the leader, no second wolf has climbed to the top of this stone.
The white wolf just lay down lazily, squinting his eyes, letting the wind play with his scattered silver hair, and gradually fell asleep.
However, a few subtle sounds made it feel strange. It was not the wind, but the footsteps of the hunter.
The air slowly filled with the faint smell of blood. This was a familiar smell, a smell that every good wolf hunter could not hide. It seemed even more pungent before a bloody battle.
Suddenly, it realized something, tried to stand up, and slid down the stone wall quietly. Its skills were no longer as agile as when it was young.
The golden eyes just stared silently into the thick darkness, until a few pairs of green eyes appeared, and then they slowly retreated into the dense forest.
This is already expected. The dirty power struggle has been going on for fifteen years. Although the opponents have never succeeded, they do not give up.
The few gray wolves under the rock seemed hesitant. On the one hand, I have to admit that the leader is absolutely competent. He has superb skills, extraordinary wisdom, perfect leadership, and a heart. As hard as stone but with a loving heart, the assassins seemed to have no reason to kill it. If you really want to tell it, it's just that its withdrawn character is a bit hard to accept, but it's not an unforgivable sin. On the other hand, fear plagues them. After all, the leader is so different and has a very small chance of success. If they fail, the only thing waiting for them is death.
Finally, a greasy gray wolf made up his mind. The desire of the leader of the wolf pack had been entangled with him for too long, and he could not let the opportunity he had been waiting for slip away like this. With its slight muffled cry, the other wolf also made its final decision.
Just when this well-planned plot was about to be implemented, their leader's sad, sharp cry suddenly came to their ears. This sound echoed in the woods, and they didn't know where it came from. Suddenly, everything froze.
The panicked killers were already in disarray. They were spinning around, surrounded by only endless night.
Another desolate cry completely destroyed their psychological defenses. The extremely frightened killer had already fled into the jungle like flying. Only one gray wolf was left.
The white wolf knew very well that it was no match for a group of ferocious gray wolves. It wants to scare away as many enemies as possible. Now there's only one threat left.
It walked out of the darkness unhurriedly, and had to face this uncertain struggle. When it came into contact with the fierce gaze of the strong power seeker, it seemed to see its younger self.
There is an open space under the rock, where the last gray wolf looks around warily. It saw the familiar golden light, and a tall, cold and snow-white figure emerged from the darkness, like the incarnation of the shadow of the tree under the moonlight. The old ruler was not panicked at all, and there was no trace of anger in his eyes. He walked towards it calmly as usual.
The white wolf tried its best to hide its accelerated heartbeat. It knew very well that it was not a god. If it was alive, it would die. If it was young, it would also grow old. The hope of winning is very slim in front of this male wolf who is in his prime. Maybe he is really in trouble and should give up his position. This is a fact that he has been unwilling to admit for many years.
The gray wolf couldn't help but take a few steps back. The opponent in front of him was invincible in the hearts of many wolves in the group. Legend has it that it escaped from an entire village of hunters and young men fifteen years ago. The gray wolf also witnessed the leader fighting a mad brown bear alone, biting the bear's throat with lightning accuracy. It hesitated whether it should take action or not, but the result was still unknown.
Finally, the gray wolf took off and rushed over with all his strength. He understood that if he gave the opportunity to the other party, he would never be luckier than the bear.
The moment the two wolves came into contact, the white wolf stepped aside, stretched out his right paw and gave the gray wolf a violent blow in the abdomen, then quickly turned around and bit his opponent's belly. back. The gray wolf groaned in pain, already completely irritated. It turned over to get rid of the bite. When it looked back, the white wolf had disappeared. Before he could recover, he was hit on the back of the head again. This time, the gray wolf seized the opportunity. It endured the pain, jumped back, and pounced on the white figure. The two wolves started fighting.
Howls filled the entire valley, the wind became stronger and colder.
Although the gray wolf has the advantage in speed and strength, it cannot take advantage of the white wolf's skilled bites and changeable tactics. The two sides can only rely on physical strength to determine the outcome. This was obviously very disadvantageous for the white wolf. It found a gap to push away its opponent, panting and retreating to a big tree. Several new wounds on its body were dripping with dark red blood. The gray wolf was also a little tired, but he found that the leader was not as powerful as he thought. After all, the leader was old. If he continued to fight, the situation would become more and more favorable to him. This adds confidence to it.
Just when the gray wolf was preparing to charge for the second time. It found that the leader was a little abnormal, his white body was shaking involuntarily, and the golden light in his eyes suddenly disappeared.
At this most critical moment, the terrible pain came to the door again, like a hot flame spreading in the body, the mind was no longer clear, and the eyes were gradually losing sight, let alone fighting. Even standing up was difficult, but he couldn't fall, couldn't fall...
The white wolf staggered and fell to the ground.
This unexpected surprise seems unacceptable, and it does not seem like a treacherous trick. The gray wolf couldn't believe it. It walked towards the unconscious leader step by step. Is everything true?
The gray wolf leaned down and sniffed, his cruel and arrogant eyes falling on the blood flowing on the leader's body. It slowly extended its mouth to its snow-white neck, revealing its sharp teeth, preparing for the final blow.
An inexplicable gust of wind blew, and its body was knocked away violently.
The gray wolf looked in horror. In front of it was a pair of crystal blue eyes, emitting cold light.
Three
The next morning, the sun woke up the white wolf, and next to it lay the cold corpse of the gray wolf.
It staggered up, dragged the body up the cliff with difficulty, raised its head, let out a long roar of victory, and then pushed the body down the mountain. What it goes to show is that this is what happens to rebels.
Under the cliff, a young man was looking at the figure on the rock with a smile.
Fifteen years ago, the white wolf snatched the child back and kept him by his side, but a wolf pack full of intrigue, hypocrisy and cunning was not suitable for the growth of a baby. So, it secretly hid the baby boy in the hole of an old tree and raised him secretly according to the wolf's method. Bai Lang likes his watery blue eyes. As long as he sees these eyes, even the most chaotic mood will calm down. These eyes are like a refuge for the soul, making it docile.
White Wolf often thought that maybe he was born lonely, but after seeing this child, his thoughts changed. For the first time, something could understand its heart and give it comfort. Although the communication between them is limited to a few short calls and looks from both sides, these are things that other wolves cannot do.
The white wolf was not so aloof before. It treated every wolf it met with a fiery heart, but in the end the reward was to be used and abandoned. It gradually understood that this was the real world, and that its previous self was too idealistic. The gray wolf that escaped from the village under its desperate cover that day turned out to be the same as the killer who attacked it last night, trying every means to seize the leader's position. Maybe it had a few loyal subordinates in the past, but the subordinates couldn't understand it and couldn't be its friends. Moreover, they are no longer here.
All its hopes and ideals are pinned on the fifteen-year-old human child. Sometimes it thinks that it is still too naive.
The victorious ruler tiredly walked down the stone cliff and came to the big tree last night. He looked up at the lush canopy and let the people in the tree know that he had arrived.
Soon, the boy slipped down from the tree and leaned down slightly to show respect for his father. The white wolf gently touched his head covered with thick black hair with his neck. After meeting each other, they sat down opposite each other, no one spoke, and they used their eyes to communicate their feelings.
White Wolf has always had one thing on his mind. As early as five years ago, people in the village had discovered this wolf child. They organized people to search into the forest again and again, half of them were because of this child. And more than once, it found the boy sneaking into the village, hiding in the dark and observing everyone's words and deeds. The boy has been making some strange noises lately, and he thinks they might be human language.
The white wolf knew that he was just an adoptive father, a wolf in the wild. Human blood flowed in the boy's veins, and sooner or later he would return to his human home. At that time, teenagers may become its enemies. It doesn't dare to think about the future. Thinking of leaving the only close friend in its life, it will become very sensitive and irritable, completely losing its usual calmness. On the cliff, it often thought about whether it should let this child know the truth and let him go.
The smart young man saw something strange in his father's expression. He stepped forward and kissed his father's forehead. But his father has been avoiding him and hiding his thoughts.
The white wolf asked the boy to hide, and then came to the cliff again. At this time, a female wolf passed by with a group of newborn cubs, and unexpectedly there was a wolf covered in snow. white. This suddenly made the white wolf happy. It had never seen itself as a child. It followed the little guy secretly, and nudged it with the tip of its nose from time to time, trying to irritate it. But the little guy's reaction was not what he expected. The little white fur ball turned around and looked at it with clear eyes. In an instant, the white wolf's heart almost melted. The little guy's eyes were also golden. .
Among its many children, the only one seemed very slow, unlike its brothers and sisters who kept making trouble all day long. The little guy likes to climb on his father's back, stare into the night sky in ecstasy, and carefully observe the running and jumping of small animals. Bai Lang seemed to see another hope, and this might be his successor.
Thinking of this, it secretly made up its mind to put an end to its worries.
Four
The next night, the white wolf found the boy.
The two of them sneaked into the town. The young man was very surprised as to why his father knew the roads in the town better than he did.
At this time, the night was already deep, and they were walking quietly along a path against the wall. In this quiet night, the boy's footsteps seemed very harsh, even though his father had repeatedly asked him to take it easy. Footsteps, he is not a real wolf after all.
The white wolf stopped in front of a small wooden house with the lights still on. It stood by the window. The boy understood its meaning and looked through the window.
A little girl was reading a book quietly, with long black hair hanging from her shoulders. On the bed next to the desk, a couple was fast asleep. The husband's loud snoring aroused the boy's excitement. Long dormant memories.
The boy stared at the girl for a long time. She had the same blue eyes and black hair as him. He looked around again, thinking hard about an empty cradle.
The white wolf touched the boy's heel, and the boy came back to his senses and looked at his father in confusion.
The white wolf rushed to the door, rushed open the door, and walked in calmly. The young man was stunned.
The couple on the bed suddenly jumped up and turned around to see that the nightmare from fifteen years ago had returned.
The white wolf let out a low roar to stabilize the couple's emotions, and then motioned for the boy to come in. But the wife had passed out and the husband was touching the gun under the bed. Only the girl saw the naked boy and walked in from the door blankly.
No one yelled, just the golden eyes seemed to hold everyone's throat. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the click of the gun.
The husband crawled out from under the bed, holding a shotgun in his trembling hand. Bai Lang thought, why is it still like this after fifteen years?
Just when he was aiming at the white wolf, he saw the dark-haired young man, and he slowly lowered the barrel of the gun he held high.
"Arthur, is that you?" After a long time, he asked gently.
"Brother?" The girl couldn't believe it, "That wolf boy in the forest is really you? I knew you wouldn't die."
The wife was also awake. After all, has the son she missed every day for fifteen years really come back?
Two crystal things rolled down from the young man's eyes, and Bai Lang knew that they were human tears.
The four of them did not move for a long time, just shedding tears silently.
White Wolf thought that he should leave, so he quietly withdrew, and the worries of many years were over. There is no longer any concern, although I feel very reluctant to part with this young man.
It retreated to the door, ran out in a flash, and kept looking back, as if hoping that the boy could come back to him. It also understands that this is impossible and that the young man does not belong to it.
Could it be that these fifteen years of raising and teaching were just given up in vain? Could it be that the boy really didn’t care about his adoptive father so much? Could it be..., Bai Lang couldn’t help but ask himself, feeling intense jealousy Feelings and resentment welled up in my heart. So, it keeps comforting itself. He has saved your life several times, and you should be satisfied.
It understands that this is the fact, and the fact is ruthless, whether you are willing to accept it or not.
Five
For many days in the future, Bai Lang thought about this boy all the time and the pure blue of his eyes. Only the little white wolf could make his depressed mood improve. One morning in early summer, he took his son for a walk on the dewy grass.
The morning breeze is full of water vapor and cool. It moved its ears slightly, lay down next to a small puddle, yawned lazily, and watched its son sniffing flowers of different colors.
Suddenly, the butterflies in the grass flew up one after another. The white wolf raised his head alertly and raised his pointed ears. He heard the sound of horse hooves. Many horses were coming towards the jungle.
The hunting team came again, this time it seemed much larger than before.
It immediately ran towards the direction of Shiya. Many wolves in the family had not yet woken up. A surprise attack at this time would be fatal.
The wind whistled in its ears, and its physical strength was almost exhausted. At this moment, it only had one thought in its mind, rush! rush! rush!
If anyone could see this wolf running at full speed, he must have thought that his eyes were blurred, just a golden line and a white light.
The white wolf went crazy and broke many branches, finally reaching the foot of the mountain, swooping and jumping up the mountain, and stopped on the cliff. It used all its strength to send out a harsh, slightly hoarse roar to the sky. The sound was like a sharp blade, cutting through the sky and echoing in the valley. The heat of early summer disappeared instantly, and the whole forest was awakened.
It exhausted its last strength and collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
At this time, a forgotten thing made him feel cold from head to toe.
Son, it was still on that piece of grass, but it had forgotten all about it.
It was too late to regret it. The white wolf stood up unsteadily and trotted towards the cliff. But accidentally, his foot slipped and he almost rolled down the mountain. His hind leg was broken and he was on his forehead. Also tore a hole.
What’s even more terrifying is that the damn scar is starting to hurt like fire again. It knows that from now on, it has to race against its own mind. Even if it desperately tries, it can’t fall before rescuing its son. Down.
A three-legged wolf, half of the white fur on its body has been dyed red, limping through the bushes, about to fall after three or five steps, but miraculously , it did not stop, did not give up.
The little white thing finally appeared in front of it. The son seemed to be fine. It breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down and walked to his side. The little guy touched his father's forehead with his tongue. The body that he had been maintaining with his will finally collapsed. His vision went dark and he knew nothing.
A few minutes later, it opened its eyes again and found that they were surrounded by a team of horses. It turns out that the son is a trap.
On a big red-brown horse, it seemed to see the long-lost blue eyes. Just as it was about to get up, the severe pain made it faint again.
People immediately recognized the wolf from fifteen years ago. There was a road paved with blood behind it.
Sixth
The white wolf had many dreams. It was not until the morning of the third day that he raised his heavy eyelids and found his son curled up under his belly, sleeping soundly.
It looked around and saw that there were many companions in more than a dozen iron cages of various sizes, and many of them were hung on the wall, already out of breath. There is no doubt that this attack was unprecedented, and the vast majority of wolves failed to escape capture. This means that the wolves' past escape routes and hiding places are known.
Betrayal, shameful betrayal, the white wolf struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with hatred, and he hit the thick iron bars of the cage crazily. Why, why, his only trusted friend betrayed him. Those blue eyes were originally a despicable trap. It was a mistake to bring him back in the first place. The white wolf went crazy and fell to the ground until he was covered in blood. The surrounding wolves looked at him in surprise. They had never seen their leader so violent.
For the next three days, Bai Lang lay motionless, even though his son kept making noises beside him. The wolf hanging on the wall was skinned, and the wolf in the cage was taken away one after another. The blue eyes never appeared again. There was no hope anymore, and death was the only way.
On the night of the third day, the white wolf stood up. He wanted to maintain the last dignity of the wolf family, and he should be taken away tomorrow.
Under the moonlight, it looked at the sleeping son for a long time, and then, it put its teeth close to the son's throat.
Hot blood gushed out, and the little guy just moaned twice. It woke up and looked at its dumbfounded father feebly, then closed its eyes again, hoping that it was all just a dream.
The white wolf let out a sad and pitiful cry, then ruthlessly tore off his son's snow-white fur, swallowing the blood along with it.
For a long time, the smell of blood has not disappeared from the corner of its mouth. Only now does it realize that it hates blood so much.
It felt empty in its heart, everything had been taken away, no sadness, no pain, no resentment. It wasn't until there was a faint salty taste on its lips that it realized that its eyes were wet.
The white wolf thought, these might be the tears of a wolf. Do wolves also have tears?
The watery moonlight fell on it, and the white wolf fell asleep quietly.
Seven
The next day people were shocked when they found the father and son, a son with no fur and a father with his mouth full of blood. But they didn't see the faint traces of tears on their father's face.
The boy burst into tears, no matter how people tried to comfort him.
Finally, the young man took away the two corpses, one big and one small, and buried them under the rock on the cliff. After he was buried, he knelt there for three days and three nights.
The people in the village discovered that the boy was missing, and no matter how hard they searched, they could not find the young hero who had made great achievements. Some people say that he climbed over the mountain and walked deeper and deeper into the woods, heading towards farther and farther peaks.
There are no more wolves in the forest, and the rocks don’t mean anything.
The young man's sister often came to the huge rock on the cliff and looked at the lush woods and rolling peaks in the distance, hoping to find her brother's figure. But she felt that her brother would never come back.
She remembered her brother telling her that he might have been born lonely.