The lover that gravity makes is wrong

The daytime in winter is very short, especially when it snows, the sky will already be dark if you don't pay attention.

"Ah, I'm going to miss it."

The red-haired girl looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, reluctantly let go of the cold snowman father, wrinkled her face and sneezed.

She seemed to still want to run up the mountain, but after taking two steps, the hem of her clothes was bitten by Dahei and pulled back.

The red-haired girl was really too small. Compared to a black wolfhound half as tall as a person, she was not much stronger than a cat. Suddenly being pulled like this, she wobbled unsteadily for two steps, and almost sat back in the snowdrift.

"Dahei?" The third son turned around suspiciously.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

The black wolfhound barked twice at Sanzi.

The big dog's tail swung wildly, a pair of faint blue pupils shone with stern light, and it patted its paws in the opposite direction to the forest, signaling the girl to go that way.

Sanzi blinked and said hesitantly, "But Ai-chan..."

"Woof!" What a lorry!When it gets dark, the cubs should go home honestly!

Dahei urged, seeing the red-haired young girl still standing still, he shook his head impatiently and let out a snort.

Then he went straight forward, biting the third son's back collar with his mouth open, like a cat picking up a cub, skillfully picked up the child, threw it on his back, and ran towards the edge of the village.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw this and quickly followed.

The big dog was very fast, and the third son was almost thrown off several times in the middle. In the end, he cleverly hugged the wolf dog's neck to avoid the tragedy of "crashing".

As if deliberately avoiding some kind of ominousness, Sanzi's home was arranged at the very edge of the village, far away from human habitation.

In ancient Japan, due to traffic security, most villagers would choose to keep a closer distance to their neighbors, so that even if an accident happened, they could rescue each other and take care of each other.

However, this unspoken rule obviously does not count red-haired girls.

The more remote and poor the village, the more it rejects differences.

This is especially true when it falls on the villagers.

Because of the rare red hair and green eyes, the third son has not been welcomed by the village.

Even after her adopter, the ghost, passed away, none of the villagers were willing to take the red-haired girl home, but directly acquiesced, letting the third son continue to live in the old house of the ghost.

I don't think it is against common sense and morality for a five-year-old girl to live alone.

Perhaps in the eyes of the villagers, they didn't drive the third son away, and they were willing to give the children a bite of food in turn, which was already a great kindness to this ominous 'ghost girl'.

If it weren't for the consideration of the "send seven" candidates two years later, the villagers would probably be more happy to wake up one day and hear that the red-haired girl was taken away by wolves, or other similar news, and then sigh with emotion. if.

The red-haired girl lay obediently on the back of the big dog.

The plowing fields and cooking smoke of the village kept receding from the corner of her vision, until they were gradually out of sight, Dahei slowed down a little, and stopped in front of an old thatched hut with a girl on his back.

It looks like this should be the third son's home.

It was a small thatched hut, so simple that even the door had a hole, which was blocked bit by bit by the girl with straw. The only valuable thing was probably a large water tank next to the door.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the dilapidated but decent house in front of him, and he was slightly relieved.

—At least the girl wasn't sleeping in the bushes and had a roof to keep out the wind and rain.

The third son slid off Dahei's back, took two steps in the direction of home and then stopped, looking back at the black wolf dog expectantly,

"Dahei, do you want to come in together?"

"Wang!"

The black wolfhound shook his head in a humane manner, and his big head pushed against the girl's back, silently urging her to get into the house.

Uncle Dog, I am a dignified stray dog ​​who refuses to be raised by human cubs.

In fact, in the eyes of the big dog, maybe the third son is the one who needs to be fed.

"Ok."

The hopeful light in the girl's eyes dimmed again, she raised her hand to touch the big head of the wolf dog,

"See you tomorrow, Dahei."

"Wang!"

The black wolfhound shook its tail, squatted on the ground with its back straight, watching the girl's back like a guard.

Until a faint candle was lit in that room.

The little red-haired girl poked her head out of the window and waved at it, only then did Big Hei stand up and leave with his tail flicking.

It's just that I don't know if it's an illusion, but Nakahara Chuya, who was standing by the window, always felt that the big black dog seemed to glance at him before leaving.

But soon, his attention fell back to the third son.

The red-haired girl had some rice in her house, and it looked like it was half a bag full, but Sanzi didn't move.

She skillfully heated up the stove, and after gurgling a pot of hot water, she burped a little.

The girl was roasting on the fire, and after patiently rubbing her hands and feet to warm them up, she quickly got into the small quilt and wrapped herself into a small silkworm chrysalis.

"Well, it's hot, so warm."

The third child in the quilt narrowed her eyes contentedly, she turned sideways, blinked in the direction of the window, and whispered briskly,

"Good night, Grandma."

"Good night, Dahei."

The hut was empty, there was no voice to answer her, only the firewood in the stove made a 'beep' sound.

But the red-haired girl didn't care. She waited seriously for a while, as if she had heard a response, she slightly licked the corner of her lower lip, and closed her eyes happily.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the sleeping girl, even though he knew that the other party couldn't hear him, he subconsciously lightened his steps, walked up to the third son and sat down.

The big palm in black gloves was placed on the girl's head, and through the air, he stroked the third son's forehead.

The gentle voice of the ocher-haired mafia echoed silently in the hut.

"Good night, third son."

*****

After a few days of such peaceful days, even Zhong Yuanzhong thought that he would always play the role of a bystander, until he discovered the source of the third son's [Vow Mantra], and things soon ushered in a turning point.

In the middle of the night, Zhong Yuanzhong, who closed his eyes and meditated, also suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up and walked to the window, his sharp gaze passed through the night and stopped in the direction of the distant village.

I don't know what happened at the other end of the village, the orange fire lit up the sky above the village.

In the distance, it seemed that the villagers could be heard cursing, the sound of splashing water, and the faint cries of some children were caught in the wind.

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned slightly. He looked back at Sanzi, and confirmed that the girl was wrapped in a small quilt, sleeping with a blushing face, and there was no sign of being woken up. After that, he temporarily left the thatched cottage and went to the village to check.

He didn't care about the life and death of those villagers, he just wanted to find out what happened and whether it would affect his third son.

Along the way, many bloody images flashed through the minds of the ocher-haired mafia.

Such as robbers robbing houses, wild beasts attacking and eating people at night, but soon, he found that his worries were unnecessary.

Nothing major happened in the village, except that some children were bitten on their heels by dogs in the middle of the night.A family accidentally knocked over an oil lamp while chasing a big dog, causing a fire.

Coincidentally, the unlucky families happened to be the group who bullied the third son a few days ago.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the disheveled villagers and the crying children, and suddenly flashed through his mind what the red-haired girl said in the rain alley a long time ago——

【"Mr. Zhongyuan, have you heard of dog spirits? In the past, there were often stories about the dog god repaying his kindness and helping kind villagers get rich."】

[However, getting rich is a fabrication. They actually hold a grudge. If they bully the dog spirit, they will be bitten on the heel for the rest of their lives. "]

Dog spirit, bite the heel.

Thinking of this, the ocher-haired mafia suddenly flashed the ferocious dog face of a big wolfhound, and couldn't help but smile.

But before the smile could be withdrawn, it froze at the corner of the mouth amidst the cursing conversation of several villagers.

"Damn dog thief, have you caught it?"

"No, that bastard is not black, it's so big, and it runs really fast! But it doesn't matter..."

The villager who spoke laughed twice, and said in relief,

"I took the opportunity to give it a ruthless blow. After being stabbed, I will definitely not survive tomorrow!"

"Even if the beast survived by luck, I put rat poison in those nests, and the poison can kill it alive! Bah!"

"You are still smart, the world is not good, the grain harvest is like this, and you have to guard against dogs... eh..."

In the following conversation, Zhong Yuanzhong had no time to pay attention to it.

When hearing the rat poison, the ocher-haired mafia shrank its pupils in horror, and returned to the thatched cottage at the fastest speed.

……Oops!Three sons!

When Zhongyuan Zhongye rushed back to the house, he found Dahei on the road.

But the strange thing is that the black wolfhound didn't approach Sanzi's house, but instead, it seemed to be waiting for someone, with its eyes closed, lying quietly in the nearby bushes.

From its abdomen to its hind limbs, there was a huge knife edge, as if it was about to be split in two, the flesh and bones were turned outward ferociously, and blood was constantly gushing out as it breathed.

In fact, if it weren't for this strong smell of blood, the anxious mafioso wouldn't even notice it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the black dog, his heart suddenly moved, he walked up to the big dog and squatted down,

"Are you waiting for me? Dahei."

As if he really heard Zhongya's voice, the dying wolf dog raised its drooping ears.

It opened its eyes, and Zhongyuan Zhongye's red-haired figure was reflected in the faint blue pupils.

People in the world often say that the black dog is psychic and can see things that ordinary people cannot see.

In fact, it does.

In the past few days, Dahei found a black figure suddenly beside the cub.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he was not malicious, and he still had the aura of a cub on his body.

After observing for a while, Dahei quickly put down his guard.

Animals are the most empathetic creatures.

It is also good to have one more person to take care of the cub, so that it can rest assured.

That red-haired cub was so stupid, the other cubs knew that they were wrapped up warmly, but she was the only one who ran around barefoot all day, and sooner or later she would suffer a lot.

The big black wolfhound snorted. It didn't care about the bleeding wound, got up slightly, pulled out a small package from under its belly, and pushed it in front of Zhongya Zhongya.

The ochre-haired mafia choked in his throat, as if he had swallowed a ball of dry cotton, he opened his mouth a few times, and managed to squeeze out a word from his hoarse throat,

"...This, you can't give it to the third son, the villagers poisoned it."

"Hey—!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that the big dog would be disappointed, but unexpectedly, the wolf dog looked at the red-haired boy with contempt, as if questioning whether the intelligence of the human being in front of him was not good, and let out a breath from his nose coldly.

Heck, isn't it just rat poison, Mr. Dog, I've been around for so many years, how can I not know?

The black dog picked up the cloth strap on the package, revealing the contents inside.

The poisonous bun had been thrown away by Dahei a long time ago. Inside was a thick old dress and several shoes of different sizes.

Judging from the style, it should be that the big dog traveled to many places and pulled it out of various households.

It doesn't know how big a human's shoes should be. It just knows that if you look for a little more, there will always be a cub that can wear it.

What is left is a few scattered small dried flowers and a few small stones.

It seems that Dahei should have been collecting in private for a long time.

"Wow."

Dahei pushed the package to Zhongyuan Zhongye's hand with his paws, and gently rubbed the wet dog's nose on the back of the red-haired boy's hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help being stunned by the warm temperature and faint breath, and lowered his head, his cobalt blue pupils met the dark blue pupils of the black dog.

For a moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed to hear Dahei's voice.

A low voice rang intermittently in his head.

[...Six years old, gift. 】

[Take care, cub. 】

[Also, throw Uncle Dog's body far away, so that the cubs won't see it. 】

【Stupid, crying... how to coax...】

Dahei's voice became softer and softer, and it stared at Zhongyuan Zhongya with its blue pupils.

It wasn't until seeing the ocher-haired human nodded solemnly and reached an agreement with it that he slowly closed his eyes in peace.

In a daze, it seemed to see the red-haired girl appearing in front of him again.

She opened her small palm, tiptoed to touch its head, her emerald eyes were shining, full of anticipation.

【"Dahei, come home with me, okay? I've already saved a lot of rice, so I won't starve you!"】

... Chih, I've said it all, Mr. Dog is a proud stray dog, so he won't be tamed by human cubs.

Rice, keep it for yourself...

Grow up well, cub.

In the cold winter night, the big black wolfhound was bleeding, and just like that, he closed his eyes and stopped breathing from the touch on the top of his head.

……

…………

The night became calm again, and Zhong Yuanzhong also withdrew his hand from stroking the big dog.

Just when he was about to stand up and carry the wolfhound away, the sound of a footstep stepping on gravel sounded behind him.

——And that childish voice.

"Big black?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stiffened his back, turned his head slowly, and met a pair of ignorant emerald pupils.

*****

Sanzi woke up with a sudden chill.

When I opened my eyes, the firewood in the stove in the house had been extinguished for a long time, and the cold wind was blowing in through the cracks in the straw, making a whimpering sound in the house.

The red-haired girl rubbed her eyes and crawled out of the bed, took out the flint and wanted to light the match again, but for some reason, her heartbeat kept beating uneasily, as if a silent omen, urging the third son to act quickly stand up.

【...You have to grow up well, cub】

An unfamiliar voice drifted past Sanzi's ears like the wind.

The third son was stunned for a second, then suddenly threw away the flint and steel in his hand, and rushed out of the house.

Girls don't know where they are going or what to do.

But there was a voice in her heart urging her, hurry up, hurry up, if you slow down, it will be too late——

The third son followed his intuition and ran in the middle of the night. The cold air was poured into her stomach in large gulps as he breathed, and there was a bloody pain in his throat.

In the middle of the trip, because she was too flustered, she accidentally tripped over a stone under her feet and fell to the ground. The wound on her knee that had just healed for a long time was scratched again, oozing blood, and excruciating pain.

But the third son didn't care about it, got up from the ground in one go, and continued to run forward until——

A strange ocher-haired figure appeared in front of her.

He was dressed in strange black clothes that were different from the people in the village, and he wore what looked like a hat on his head. He was squatting beside the bushes with his back to her.

A fluffy dog's tail protruded from his feet, it was the familiar color of Sanzi.

The red-haired girl stopped, couldn't help but took a step forward, panted and asked cautiously,

"……Big black?"

The black figure froze immediately.

After what seemed like a full century, the ocher-haired figure stood up, pressed his hat and turned his head.

The bright moonlight cast down from the sky, illuminating the boy's cobalt blue pupils, which were exactly the same as those of the black wolfhound, and his awe-inspiring handsome features.

He moved sideways and took a step aside, as if blocking something, as if he didn't want to be seen to cover the things behind him.

The young man tightened his face, his cobalt blue eyes stared nervously at the little red-haired girl, held back for a long time, and choked out a sentence from his mouth as if dying,

"...Yes, it's me."