Virewolf

It was the first time Tang Fuchu received flowers at his age, so he smiled subconsciously.

Thinking about it in a blink of an eye, what kind of flowers are he receiving!Holding the big flower with saliva on his face, his face turned red and black at times, his mood was very complicated, and he didn't get out of this inexplicable emotion all day.

Moyan is especially clingy recently.

Tang Fuchu didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. He was used to being alone for so many years. On the one hand, he was used to being alone;

His own sexual orientation is a problem. In a village with such a backward concept, he thought he would grow old like this, but now he is too much to swallow. It is not that he has not had new ideas.

Mo Yan sat in his arms and flipped through "Grandma Wolf".

This story book is quite old, Mo Yan asked him while reading it: "Do you have any other books at home?"

Tang Fuchu stroked Moyan's wolf ears and said absently, "Well, I didn't like reading storybooks very much when I was young."

After Tang Fuchu touched his ears, he went to grab the wolf's tail again.

He tugged at his two hairs and asked with a smirk, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Yan said: "Don't do it, I'm about to be hardened by you."

Tang Fuchu let go of his tail expressionlessly: "..."

Mo Yan flipped through it a few times, but found it boring, he stretched out his hand and rummaged beside it, and found a seal: "What is this?"

Tang Fuchu took a look: "My father's seal."

Mo Yan sniffed, took Tang Fuchu's hand and covered it.

Tang Fuchu: "...don't make trouble."

Mo Yan looked at the three characters "Tang Jianguo" and asked, "Where are your parents?"

Tang Fachu said, "They are all dead."

Mo Yan's ears moved, Tang Fuchu thought he would ask, but Mo Yan didn't, he was thinner than Tang Fachu, although he was about the same size, but sitting in Tang Fachu's arms still looked like a young man.He fiddled with the seal for a while, and muttered, "Why do you feel different from others when you speak?"

Tang Fuchu laughed: "My father is from the town. He used to go to the village to do scientific research, but he ended up here when he met my mother."

"research?"

"Well, he studies crops." Tang Fuchu said, "He basically stays here because of his work. He hasn't been back to the town since he married my mother. Because he taught me Mandarin since I was a child, I'm more concerned now. Get used to speaking Mandarin."

It seems that the concept of wolf can be extended to parents for relatives, so Mo Yan didn't ask any more questions, which made Tang Fuchu have no place to answer what he wanted to answer. Forget it, he has always been a loner, just ...

Tang Fuchu stroked Mo Yan's braid, and said, "My clothes are still too big for you, I will go to the market tomorrow to add clothes to you, and I will come over and measure them later."

It was dusk when they left the east room.

Thinking that it was getting dark again, Tang Fuchu's face started to burn.

For the past two days, Moyan has been incessantly, every night she is in heat, and she is more punctual than an alarm clock.In the past two days, he has been coaxing and tricking others to get him out, and he has not made any other further actions.He doesn't understand now, why he agreed to the wolf in a flash of his brain that day. , although I've been here once... I haven't made any real progress after I've been here!Then another way of thinking, is it enough for him to suppress the wolf?No way, I always feel that I am bullying the wolf, I can't do it, the other party is obviously younger than me, so much younger!Mo Yan is less than a year old now!Who would have thought about babies!No, this is still a giant baby...

Tang Fuchu was very entangled, he waved to Mo Yan with a soft ruler.

Mo Yan came to him, he was upset, and he didn't speak in a good mood: "Put your chest up and hold your head up."

Mo Yan stood up straight, and he frowned again: "Pick up your clothes..."

……

Lift it up!

Mo Yan was about to lift his clothes, Tang Fuchu pressed his hand again and said frantically, "Forget it, let's do it like this!"

He held the tape measure and looked at Mo Yan motionlessly, his head spinning rapidly: to measure the bust, he had to raise his hand, and he had to reach out, wouldn't this be... If the bust is like this, the hips can't be measured. Measured!

Measure your ass!Angrily, he threw the soft ruler aside: "Going to the market to buy clothes is so much work, who knows the measurements, I think I can almost buy one for you."

Mo Yan stared at him, honestly: "Oh."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and touched his clothes: "This one can still be worn."

This big mandarin jacket is Tang Fuchu's old clothes from a long time ago. It is too big for Mo Yan to wear, but Tang Fuchu's life is rough, and he has never added clothes to himself. I can find it that fits Mo Yan's figure and can be made up. Living clothes is not easy.

But now hearing what Mo Yan said, Tang Fuchu felt a little distressed, like the kind of distress that a parent can't give their child the best.Even these days, Tang Fuchu had the idea of ​​letting Mo Yan go to school.

Otherwise, what will this child do in the future?

Worry, Tang Fuchu slapped his thigh, and this child is not a wolf or a man, and it is difficult to deal with.

I can't support him for the rest of his life, Tang Fchu has inexplicable maternal love and compassion.

Mo Yan didn't know Tang Fuchu's thoughts, he picked up the water glass next to him and drank a glass of water, coughed twice, which seemed to be a sign of dry throat.

Tang Fuchu was afraid that he would come here, so he asked timidly, "Why, it's so uncomfortable."

Mo Yan touched his throat, but he was not as impatient as the previous two days, but said calmly, "Well, a little bit."

Tang Fuchu blushed, coughed, looked around, and asked: "Let's eat first?"

Mo Yan stared at him, and it took a long time to reply: "Yes."

Tang Fuchu ran away to cook.

While adding firewood, he felt anxious, and felt that he couldn't get away with it tonight.

When he came out with a pot of porridge, he found the wolf-shaped Mo Yan looking into the distance on the eaves. Under the setting sun, it looked a little lonely.

Tang Fuchu had a moderate sympathy at that moment, but it was only for a moment, and the next second he began to scold: "Don't fucking collapse my tiles, how heavy do you think you are?" , Get down!"

So Mo Yan jumped down numbly and turned into a human form.

Tang Fachu asked him what he saw.

Mo Yan said, "A lot of cooking smoke."

Tang Fuchu laughed happily: "I understand quite a few words."

The two moved a small round table on the kang and began to eat.

The meal was a bit awkward, Mo Yan never spoke, Tang Fei peeked at him after the first two bites, very uncomfortable.

How come it's as if you owe him?

Tang Weichu was depressed, "Wow" took a few mouthfuls of rice, put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

Mo Yan nodded, and continued to drink the porridge slowly, he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and he was even a little calm and wandering.Tang Fuchu looked at his movements of picking up vegetables and felt that the other party was a little graceful.

The more this happened, the more uneasy Tang Fuchu felt.

He coughed and simply asked, "Tonight...huh?"

Mo Yan actually pretended to be stupid for him: "What."

Tang Fuchu was a little annoyed and said, "Would you like it, that, I'm asking you."

Mo swallowed "Oh", lowered his head and said, "If you don't want to, then don't do it."

Tang Fuchu looked at him and felt wronged, he was speechless for a while, and said awkwardly: "I didn't say I didn't want to, and... don't I want to make it to the end first."

Mo Yan lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Okay, whatever you want."

The lingering sense of guilt in Tang Fuchu's heart almost began to swell, he scratched his hair and became irritable: "I didn't mean that, you...you are still young, there are some things you don't understand."

Mo Yan nodded lightly: "Well, anyway, you just dislike me."

Tang Fachu was stunned: "I didn't."

Tang Fuchu frowned: "When did I say such a thing? Huh?"

Mo Yan didn't make a sound, and picked up the food silently, and didn't eat, just picked up the food in a daze.

Tang Feichu was annoyed: "You don't want to eat it, that's fine, don't eat it."

He stood up and took away the food on the table, and when he came back, he saw that Mo Yan had folded the table and put it aside.

Mo Yan sat on the kang and stared at him motionlessly.

Tang Fuchu walked towards Moyan as if he was dead, thinking that he would probably be here tonight.