Virewolf

The fat aunt sat on the kang and took a sip of tea, and let out a long sigh of relief.

She sighed and said, "As this person gets older, he tends to get confused easily. I'm fat, so I think I'm getting taller again. It's really a joke for you, Xiao Tang."

Tang Fuchu hurriedly said, "Where?"

While talking, the fat aunt looked at the big wolf with some unease, and said with a dry smile: "Xiao Tang, you are a new wolf, so big."

Tang Fuchu grabbed a handful of peanuts from the table, kowtowed them indifferently and said, "Well, I just bought it, and I raised a small one before, and it's so difficult to support it that I died."

Mo Yan: "..."

Mo Yan raised his head and sniffed the air. It always felt that there was a familiar and intimate smell in the air.

The fat aunt patted her chest and said: "I really can't see wolves now, but your wolf looks better, although it looks a bit fierce, look at that little girl over there, she is only teens, Raised a female wolf, it's so fierce, I'll take a detour when I see it all the way."

"And the one I just saw in hallucinations, it's obviously a human face, but it has wolf ears! And that tail, that tooth, ouch!"

Listening to the fat aunt's words, Mo Yan narrowed his eyes. Seeing its appearance, Tang Fuchu felt that this wolf looked a bit like a husky who committed a crime, so he quickly covered his mouth to prevent the fat aunt from seeing his uncontrollable smile. meaning.He crossed his legs and pooh-poohed off the peanut shells, his face was not red and his heart was not jumping, and he said: "No, I just lack a watchdog at home, and I bought this wolf because it was sold at a low price. Wolves eat more than dogs. I’m still thinking about eating meat, I can’t even feed myself! I’ve already thought about it, if it eats so much, I’ll invite you to eat wolf meat.”

Mo Yan, who has eaten steamed buns for three days in a row: "..."

Listening to the fat aunt's giggles, Mo Yan's whole body was covered with wolf skin bumps.

He felt that there was an indescribable hypocrisy in human communication. The Tang Fuchu at this time was completely different from what he usually saw, and he didn't think Tang Fuchu had any feelings for this fat aunt. What they said seemed to have nothing to do with Tang Fuchu, but these two people could chat all morning.

Mo Yan lay down on his stomach, panting "haha" with his tongue out.

Human beings are really boring, Mo Yan thinks so, it is a little sleepy.

They are very eighth wives, chatting from the marriage of a certain family in the west of the village to the funeral of a certain family in the east of the village. After talking about the red and white affairs, they talk about the harvest and the growth of the crops, as well as the grievances of the fat aunt’s parents. Mo Yan finally fell asleep completely. , buried his head in his crotch and daydreamed.

Even when he was sleeping, Moyan's ears and nose were not idle. It had been sleeping a bit until it clearly smelled such a wonderful smell.

Mo Yan opened his eyes, watching the fat aunt take out two bottles from the covered basket and insisted on fortifying them to Tang Fuchu, Tang Fuchu evaded with indescribable madness on his face: "No, no, no, really. "

Human beings are really troublesome, every time something is stuffed, such a scene has to be staged, Mo Yan thought while yawning, he raised his head again to smell the smell in the air, and then his ears perked up.

Ok?

Mo Yan stood up, staring at the two bottles of sesame oil in the fat aunt's hand with bright eyes.

The fat aunt forced the two bottles of sesame oil into Tang Fuchu's arms: "Why are you being polite to me! It's not like you don't know, my family doesn't lack these. These two bottles are the freshest just made out this morning. Take them Let's go, ah, Xiao Tang, I'm leaving."

Mo Yan knew why he was so excited about the fat aunt's arrival from the very beginning. It turned out that the fat aunt's house sold sesame oil, and she always had such a smell of sesame oil on her body.

Tang Fuchu's face was ugly, he seemed to have eaten shit: "No, I'm really not being polite to you, I am now, I..."

The fat aunt let out an "Aiya", retracted her hand and walked out: "I'm leaving, I'll chat with you sometime, Xiao Tang."

After speaking, he swayed away.

Tang Fuchu and Mo Yan stared with wide eyes.

Mo Yan looked at the sesame oil in his arms and started wagging his tail like a dog.

Tang Fuchu was amused by his action. He was holding back his ugly face, but now he couldn't help laughing: "Pfft... are you a dog?"

Mo Yan walked towards him, shaking his head and licking his hand.

Tang Fuchu felt that its tongue was soft, like a puppy, so he bent down to swallow the fluffy fur on Hula Mo's body.When Moyan turned into a wolf, he always had a unique animal smell, which was not very pleasant, but Tang Fuchu felt that he quite liked the smell, just like he used to think that Moyan's wolf's mouth was stinky, now But I don't think the smell is very annoying.He probably accepted the existence of this wolf from the bottom of his heart. To him, Mo Yan meant a new family.

But when he touched it, Mo Yan became a human.

Mo Yan's tail was still wagging, he grabbed Tang Fuchu's hand and kissed it.

Tang Fuchu was taken aback, and felt that Mo Yan's appearance looked very pious, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "Why did you suddenly..."

Mo Yan raised his head: "Are you unwilling to have sex with me?"

Tang Fachu was stunned for a moment, "No..."

"No," Tang Fuchu shook Mo Yan's hand away, and said angrily, "Is that all you're thinking about?"

Mo Yan put his head on Tang Fuchu's lap, staring at him with two big black eyes: "I can't control myself, if I don't do it, I always feel bad..."

He went to touch Tang Fuchu's hand, and forcefully held his hand on his heart: "It's very uncomfortable here, as if something is burning."

"I didn't sleep much last night." Mo Yan blinked his eyes and wagged his tail, "but you slept very well, I held back, just because I held back at that time, so I have to hold on forever ?”

Tang Fuchu's subordinates were beating hearts.

Tang Fuchu felt ashamed to look at Moyan, he stretched out his other hand to cover his eyes, blushed, and stammered, "I, I didn't tell you to bear it all the time, don't look at me like this , you get up first."

Mo Yan rubbed his chin on his leg: "Then what do you mean?"

Tang Fuchu turned his face away: "Get up first... Hey, don't stick to me, don't look at me!"

Mo Yan continued to rub and rub: "Then you promised me?"

Tang Fuchu was tickled by his anger, he glanced at Mo Yan through his fingers, and said, "Understood, I promise you."

Mo Yan laughed, and Tang Fuchu was surprised to find that he actually thought his voice was pretty nice.

Mo Yan leaned over, Tang Fuchu was startled, covered his eyes tightly, and then felt Mo Yan licked his finger.

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That afternoon, on a whim, Tang Fuchu went to the east room to look through fairy tale books.

He wanted to find out where his "Grandma Wolf" was when he was a child. It was strange to say that he didn't even know where Moyan found this book.It seems that Mo Yan made it up by himself when he was doing farm work.

Now he feels that Mo Yan is not like a wolf at all, but like a dog.

This made him a little worried. Brother Zheng also mentioned to him that Maomao was becoming more and more like a dog. After thinking about it, he felt that this was their opinion as the people closest to wolves. Animals should be closer to people who get along day and night. In this regard, perhaps dogs and wolves are not separated.

He didn't find the story book, but he did find something left by his father. It was a seal. He slapped it on his hand, and three red square characters "Tang Jianguo" appeared.

He was in a daze for a while, and a cool breeze swept in through the crack of the door, so he felt belatedly that summer seemed to be over soon.

At this time, Li Xiaomei's voice came from the courtyard: "Brother Ah Chu!"

"Hey!" Tang Fuchu responded and stood up, "Here we come—"

He walked into the courtyard and saw Li Xiaomei at the door carrying a basket on her back: "My grandfather and I are going to the market, do you want to bring anything?"

"It's still so late," Tang Fuchu glanced at the wolf-shaped Moyan, who was eating something, and seemed to be chewing with relish, "Bring me two catties of pork back."

"Okay!" Li Xiaomei readily agreed, and was about to leave when her grandfather came from behind, staring at Mo Yan with his small eyes, trembling with anger.

"Okay, you still said you didn't eat my loquat!"

Uncle Li always has a small broom ready, ready to beat the wolf when he comes up, Mo Yan turned his head, glared at Uncle Li gloomily, scratched the ground twice with his front paws, Uncle Li shivered in fright, and decided to pinch the persimmon softly , turned around and went to fight Tang Fuchu.

Tang Fuchu dodged subconsciously, and Uncle Li chased him and beat him up: "You said you didn't eat my loquat! You didn't eat my loquat!"

Tang Fuchu was stunned by the beating, but after realizing it later, he saw Mo Yan sneezing wildly after eating loquat in the courtyard, he couldn't laugh or cry: "That's..."

Before he finished speaking, he was swung by Uncle Li again: "Liar! Brat!"

Tang Fuchu hid and said angrily: "I didn't eat it! You beat it! Besides, don't let the loquat fall in our yard! Old man, you are unreasonable!"

Li Xiaomei jumped up anxiously: "Grandpa, grandpa! Stop beating!"

Mo Yan stared at Uncle Li from the side, and suddenly rushed over from the side. Tang Fuchu saw that it was about to throw Uncle Li down, and hurriedly shouted: "Mo Yan!"

Mo Yan changed direction in the air, just bit Uncle Li's trouser leg, Uncle Li stopped abruptly, almost lost his footing, and was supported by Li Xiaomei.

Tang Fuchu looked a little stunned.

He heard Uncle Li stomping his feet angrily and scolding: "The village shouldn't raise wolves! This kind of wolf will harm people sooner or later! Kill them! They should be killed!"

Li Xiaomei advised him to go out.

Tang Fuchu was still looking at Moyan. He watched Moyan slowly return to calm from the aggressive state. He looked at him, stretched lazily, and his ears drooped down, like a big docile dog.