Sentinel is not good

Chapter 18 Growing Up

From this day on, Song Jian found that Brother Little Wolf was wearing pants, not naked anymore.They avoided dozens of natural disasters in a row and moved many times. It was not until Zhang Mu asked what month was his birthday that Song Jian realized that it had been a long time since he was abandoned by his parents.

"It's been five years, little blind man." Zhang Mu measured Song Jian's height with his hands. In the past five years, many people have gone back and forth in the camp, and a lot of people have increased. There are also movements between camps. , but he really didn't expect Song Jian to survive.

"Then how old am I?" Song Jian held a handful of newly twisted wicks, "Have I grown taller?"

"It's taller, it's grown a lot." Zhang Mu took over the rushes and had to admit that Song Jian had really grown up.

On the day he picked it up, he was almost sure that the child would not survive.Unexpectedly, the wolf cubs were fed by mouthfuls.

"Do you remember what month your birthday is?" Zhang Mu handed him a small cloth bag as a reward for twisting rushes.

Song Jian raised his face and had a pointed nose, but he still couldn't see clearly. As he got older, his eyesight didn't improve.He has already given up, he will be half-blind all his life, as long as the rope around his neck is still there, he will be nothing to be afraid of.

Beside him, a boy who had also grown tall was holding the other end of the hemp rope. His thick black hair was combed with a straw rope, and he had the face of a child who was about to enter puberty.

"What month is my birthday... My mother said that on the day I was born, rocks fell from the sky." Song Jian touched the rope around his neck, which had been changed many times, because he would always grow taller and fatter.Although the rope was replaced with new ones, the frayed skin left a circle of scars.Sometimes he also touches and plays with his own hands. Because of his poor eyesight, it is very rare to touch things with different tactile sensations.

Scars feel different from normal skin.

"When you were born, there were rocks?" Zhang Mu guessed, it must have encountered the most dangerous stone storm in a violent storm, and all the rocks more than ten kilometers away could be smashed down, like rain.Unexpectedly, Song Jian was born in Shi Baoli, no wonder he used to be called Song Shi.

"Yeah." Song Jian nodded slowly, turning the cloth bag in his hand over and over again, "But I don't know my birthday."

"Then...it was May when I picked you up, and you will celebrate your birthday every May in the future, and now you are 12 years old." Zhang Mu had no choice but to use a simple and rude method to set his birthday, "Your brother wolf is two years older than you , and will grow up with you in May, now he is 14 years old."

Song Jian wanted to say that he was not from May, but he didn't know the exact date, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the words in vain.

The rope around the neck moved.

"Let's go." The boy tugged at the rope, still a head taller than Song Jian.Wearing a pair of knee-length trousers, with hemp rope as a belt, and a short knife pinned to it.

Song Jian followed Brother Little Wolf, still as clingy as before. "Brother Wolf, wait for me, I'm walking slowly."

Without looking back, the boy said, "You can, go fast, I know."

"I can walk fast...but I don't want to." Song Jian took a few steps faster, and was about to hold Brother Little Wolf's hand when he was beaten, "I want you to pull me away."

"Pick up, I can walk by myself, I know." The boy led him through the tents of the refugees.Zhang Mu is a very good leader. In the past few years, the big guys have not only avoided natural disasters, but also found safe habitats many times. Everyone has some supplies in their hands.The small tent they passed through was a small market where everyone used to barter.

Song Jian didn't want to hear Brother Little Wolf say he could leave. "It's okay to pull me away, I... I'm a puppy, I'm afraid."

The boy stopped, turned his head, and said nothing.He still didn't pull Song Jian, but still used the rope as a traction to teach Song Jian to feel the direction. After a while, he went straight to a small tent and took out the things in his pocket.

Both he and Song Jian had new clothes. Song Jian could do some work, and he knew how to hunt, so there was no shortage of meat to eat.He took out the dried meat and threw it into the tent: "I want to change some, red ones."

A few red fresh fruits were thrown out of the tent.The boy bent down to pick it up, wiped it with his hands, and took a bite.

Song Jian heard Brother Little Wolf eating, and swallowed: "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." The boy stuffed the half-eaten red fruit into Song Jian's mouth.

Their tent was still at the very edge of the camp, not far from the pack of desert wolves.The wolf pack is also growing. This year's newborn cubs are all huddled in the tent, more than a dozen, and sleep with Song Jian every day.

Before he got close, Song Jian heard the cry of the cub. "Listen, brother wolf, they are anxiously waiting for us."

"The wolf is small, so it will be anxious." The boy said.

"I'm also anxious when you're not around. I'm young too, but you're big." Song Jian seized the opportunity to act coquettishly.

Brother Little Wolf has been working hard to learn to speak.But Zhang Mu said that he missed the age when he should learn to speak. He is too wild and has never had the concept of human beings, so it will be very slow to learn again when he grows up.

"Qian is bigger than a wolf." The boy took Song Jian into the tent.The tent is no longer the simple wooden sticks wrapped in a large cloth, but is supported by five sticks, two on each side, one of which is used as a beam, and a door curtain.

The tent is high enough, the cloth used to pitch the tent is much thicker, and it is very warm in the tent at night.

These are the supplies he and Song Jian exchanged in a few years.

This is home.

As soon as he entered the tent, Song Jian became half-blind with both hands groping forward.He knew that he had gained weight and height, but once the end of the rope around his neck was loosened, the empty fear in his heart would never go away.He just hoped that the rope was tight, preferably tight when he was sleeping.

"Brother Wolf, where is our wooden shelf?" He fumbled blindly.

The boy is looking for stones nearby to sharpen the dagger, and tomorrow he will hunt with the wolves again. "Go forward, go forward."

"I can't see when I go forward." Song Jian wanted Brother Little Wolf to drag him to find him, "Brother, can you help me? I'm a little blind."

"No help." The boy used buckskin to make a knife case, and a deep cross was carved on the case, "Go forward."

"I..." Song Jian really didn't want to look for it by himself, so he wanted to rely on the boy. After thinking about it, his two small arms hung down, he took off his small cloth shoes, and walked around on the thick blanket with bare feet.

The boy was concentrating on sharpening the knife, turning a blind eye to Song Jian's intentional act of attracting attention.

"Brother?" Song Jian had no choice but to face the direction of the sound of sharpening the knife, "Wow, woof..."

The boy stopped sharpening the knife and stood up helplessly, walking towards Song Jian.He can walk very steadily now, but he is still used to running on all fours when hunting.

Song Jian touched the boy's arm, grabbed it tightly and did not intend to let go. "Then I can't see clearly, I... I have bad eyesight."

"The eyes are not good, you can touch it." The boy brought him to the wooden shelf.

"You pull me, okay? I just want you to hold me." Song Jian was so sticky that he couldn't let go when he touched the wooden frame.It wasn't until the boy hit him on the back of his hand that he reluctantly let go.

When he came across a wooden shelf, Song Jian habitually touched the surface of the wood, looking for a cross-shaped dent.Because his eyes are disabled, Brother Little Wolf will engrave a cross in order to let himself distinguish which supplies belong to them.This cross is a sign, and everything with a cross belongs to Brother Little Wolf.

Including the little rocks they use to warm their feet while they sleep.

The small stones were found by Little Wolf hunting. There are more than a dozen round stones, each of which is engraved with a cross.At night, a bonfire will be lit again, but there is never one in front of Song Jian’s tent, only a fire is lit during the barbecue, and after eating and burning stones, the fire must be extinguished with sand.

Brother Little Wolf is not afraid of anything else, except fire.

"Brother Little Wolf, is the stone ready?" Song Jian rubbed his hands, there was only a blurred light in his eyes, and the silhouette of a boy.He also thought before that his eyes might get better when he grows up, but no, he is 12 years old, and he still can't see clearly.

A lifetime of blindness.

The boy was holding a piece of half-cooked blood-streaked meat in his mouth, all the cooked meat was for Song Jian to eat, he was still used to eating blood-tinged meat.Wolves are afraid of fire, so they must be extinguished before going to bed, otherwise the mother wolf and cubs in the tent will not sleep all night.But Song Jian would be cold, so they used stones to keep warm.

This is the human way, and the boy has learned it.First throw more than a dozen stones into the fire, and wait for them to eat up the meat, then use a wooden stick to pull out the stones and put them in a small cloth bag.But fire is dangerous. Although he is a few years older, the boy is still a beast in his bones and has a natural fear of fire.

Even with sticks, he was far away, and the fire was too dangerous to be controlled by humans.

"There's so much meat left...I'll save it up." Song Jian had a row of small tooth marks on Song Jian's face, which Brother Little Wolf gnawed on before eating.The boy ate up the half-raw meat, and with a wooden stick, cut the hot stones into the cloth pocket one by one, fastened the drawstring of the pocket, and handed it to Song Jian.

"It's so hot, it's so hot." Song Qian was not as afraid of the cold as Brother Little Wolf, so he just wanted to be warm.

The boy put out the bonfire completely, pulled Song Jian's rope into the tent, and they were ready to sleep.After lying down, Song Jian first touched Brother Little Wolf's left thigh. The wound on the outside had turned into a scar. It was obvious that no matter how you touched it, it was sunken.

"Does it still hurt?" Song Jian put socks on his little feet, and put stones under his feet.The female wolves who had just given birth also came over to feed them every day, and they also needed to keep warm.

"A long time ago, it doesn't hurt anymore." The boy said, even though he was sleeping, there was still a short knife beside him.

"Tell me if it hurts. I'll give you some medicine. No one will bully us when we grow up." Song Qian leaned over half of his body, with his legs around the boy's and his pillow on the boy. breast, slowly falling asleep.

The boy's chest rose and fell, and Song Jian's little head also rose and fell.

Early the next morning, Song Jian was still asleep when he was woken up by Brother Little Wolf slapping his face.

"Chai, get up." The boy would call Song Jian before leaving, "I'll take you there, pee."

Song Jian closed his eyes and refused to move, his face was stuck in the wolf's fur, but he was pulled up by the little wolf's arm and sat there staring dazedly. "Sleep a little longer, okay?"

"If you sleep again, it will be late." The boy meant that he would be late following the wolves.Now they have several tin kettles, which they use to moisten cloths with water in the morning, wipe their faces, and gargle with salt water at night.

Song Jian was still sleepy, but he was woken up suddenly, and the sun had not yet risen, and it was very cold in the desert at this time.The place to pee was a little far away, and he couldn't go there alone. Song Jian was taken there every morning and evening by Little Wolf, took off his pants, and shook his little one.

After the two boys finished cleaning up and came back after shaking, the wolf had already woken up.

The boys are much taller than before, and their appetites are growing. They need more food. "Pick it up, stay at home, wait for me. It's getting dark, I'll be back."

"Then why don't you come back early." Song Jian pulled him back, "Why don't you...don't go today? There's enough meat, fruit, and water. Brother Little Wolf won't leave."

"Wolf, won't rest." The boy sniffed Song Jian, confirming again that the puppy only had his own scent on it.He left the tent, but just after going out for a while, he remembered that he didn't bring the dagger, so he went back again.

Song Jian was collecting the fur that fell from the wolf, and used the wolf hair to change medicine with Zhang Mu. When he heard the familiar footsteps, his little face changed from unhappy to happy. "Brother Wolf, is that you? You're not going? Are you reluctant to part with me?"

But the boy stopped, his eyes focused on the curtain entrance of the tent, and he held his breath for an instant.

"Pick it up! No!" He yelled softly, stomping on the sand with his right foot, using vibrations to attract the poisonous scorpion's attention, "Don't!"

"Ah?" Song Jian couldn't see the danger, and walked towards the voice he relied on most with bare feet, "Brother."