Shit shovel officer come and feed me

Beggar is not dead.

I don't know if he thinks that he is so thin that only his bones are unpalatable, or because he is tired of killing too many people, the general of the winning side brought a beggar with him.

The beggar was not eaten, and he seemed to be able to eat enough. He felt very lucky. Although he had to wait on the horses, carry the armor and weapons, and had to do his best to keep up with the pace of the soldiers, he still felt very lucky.

Except...every night, he could hear the familiar "hiccup~"

Beggar grew up bit by bit.In the beginning, he was just a small dried bean that the general kindly brought along casually. Later, he was noticed and caught the eyes of caring people, so he was almost forced to grow up.

Three years later, the beggar had a name, Lin Lang.

Because the general said he was like a wolf, so he was given a surname and a first name.

The beggar is no longer the beggar he used to be, his stature has grown rapidly, and his body is no longer shriveled like a skinny bone.More importantly, he is much more courageous.

He will no longer be afraid of seeing blood, nor will he tremble because of killing people, and he will no longer be so scared to vomit when he sees the scene of "cannibalism" on the march.

The current beggar, no matter how dangerous the situation is, can keep absolutely calm.

He turned himself into a wolf.

Seeing him now, even the general would sigh, saying that compared to three years ago, he was a completely different person.

Beggar, no, the Timberwolves have been changing every moment for the past three years. The only thing that remains the same is probably the hiccups he still hears every night.

He confirmed that only he could hear this hiccup.

But the hiccup had no effect on him, so the Timberwolves didn't care.

The change of hiccups happened on a night very similar to that night.

The night was dark and windy, with a waning moon hanging in the sky.

Facing the general's copybook, Lin Lang fell asleep in a daze.

Then--

"Hi~" a familiar voice, as if complaining, as if satisfied, "I'm so full..."

Timberwolves woke up vigilantly.

What caught my eye was a strange beast.

He had never seen this kind of beast, and he didn't know anything about it, but when he met those eyes, he was unexpectedly relieved.

Seeing that he saw him, the beast seemed a little surprised, panic flashed in its deer-like eyes, and it quickly disappeared in front of him.

Lin Lang pinched himself hard, it wasn't a dream.

He didn't sleep all night, his mind was full of those panicked eyes.

The next night, he fell into a deep sleep, and heard the familiar "hiccup~" again.

Whether it was out of intuition or tacit understanding, he now knew who the owner of the voice was, and he felt that the beast should also know that he knew it.

But neither side broke through the transparent window paper.

That "hiccup~" still rings in his ears every night, like an old friend who has been with him in the night.

Lin Lang studied and practiced martial arts, and the general with frost on his temples seemed to value him more and more, and his requirements became stricter.

The general is cultivating him as his heir.

He had heard the private discussions among the soldiers, and he knew it was probably true.

Because of the kind of gaze cast on him from time to time, he gradually understood, it was the gaze of another person through him.

"If the dog is still alive, it should be like you."

Timberwolves remained silent.

It doesn't matter if you find another person's shadow in him, the general pulled him back from the gate of hell and gave him a place to stand, he was too late to be grateful, how could he complain.

The person sitting on the throne has changed, the general is getting old, and the wars on this land are becoming more and more frequent.

In the second year after the new emperor ascended the throne, Timberwolves crowned and took over the army from the old general.

The military power is given as soon as it is given, and it is received as soon as it is said. It seems that not many people care about the thoughts of the new emperor.

This new emperor can probably be called a sage, after all, he is not lewd, has a gentle temper, and the most important point is that he is very clear-headed.

Timberwolves seem to be very optimistic about Xindi.

"I think maybe he can do it." He took off his armor and was casually in the tent, as if talking to himself.

After a while, he smiled, his eyes brightened, "If he can't do it, I'll help him do it. I also really want to see that the people will no longer suffer from the war, and everyone can have enough to eat." what society is like."

Therefore, General Lin, who was only in his early twenties, became the sharpest knife in the hands of the new emperor for the sake of the new emperor's saying that the people can have enough food, drive away foreign enemies, and quell internal strife.

A sharp blade is strong, but it is easy to break if it is too rigid.

Timberwolf is indeed like his name, he looks like he came out of the wolf den, and the bearded people turned pale when they heard "Linwolf", and they dared not offend the border easily...

But he is not a god after all, he has weaknesses.

His weakness is probably that he is too obsessed with "everyone can have enough to eat".

He is omnipotent on the battlefield, and he is called the God of War by the Hu'ers. He can block open shots, but can't stand against hidden arrows.

A small cup of poisoned wine is enough to destroy the God of War.

The gentle emperor stood in a high position, smiling as he watched the God of War stagger away from the palace.

Once he left, he never came back.

……

Xiang Ru handed the young man a glass of water, and then waited quietly, knowing that the story was not over yet.

The story of the Timberwolves is over.

The war subsided, the emperor was virtuous, and the lives of the people became better visible to the naked eye. At least the tragedy of changing sons and eating will not happen again.

People sing praises, praise the wisdom of old general Lin, praise the bravery of general Lin, praise the wisdom and wisdom of the emperor...

The only one who didn't want to participate in the grand praise was probably the beast who knew that Timberwolf was a nameless beggar before.

That beast isn't that powerful either, it's just a dream race nightmare.

Nightmare tapirs feed on dreams, but their strength is pitifully low.

Although the members of the Dream Clan were born dating back to ancient times, they are not strong, and belong to weak monsters who can be bullied by anyone in the demon world.

The monsters in the demon world seldom dream, their low strength and food shortage make it impossible for nightmares to survive in the demon world.

He went to the human world, which was more friendly to quori.

Once in the human world, he found food.The sleepy teenager had constant dreams, including pungent nightmares and slightly sweet dreams, and the nightmare was full.

After eating enough, the nightmare tapir smashed its mouth and took a rest. After waking up, a lot of dreams came again...

Someone with a steady supply of food seems to be okay?

The nightmare looked at the boy who fell asleep as soon as he fell to the ground, and never thought of leaving.

Anyway, the boy can provide food, the human world is in chaos, and he is too lazy to move, so it is better to follow the boy.

Gradually, following the boy became a habit.He watched the boy grow tall and strong, watched the boy slowly grow into a young man, and watched the young man get crowned... he got used to it.

He is a demon, but Timberwolves did not regard him as a scourge. From the initial temptation to the first exchange, they gradually became friends.

The nightmare likes to be quiet and doesn't like to move, so he often sits next to Lin Lang, listening to him talk about how much food and grass are left, how many brothers died today, how many military books the old general gave him... listen to everything from him.

He felt that he knew Linwolves well enough, but that night, Linwolves told him that he thought Xindi was very good.

What a good way?So good that he wants to feed his own people.

"You really want to help the new emperor?"

"I should... be helping myself." Timberwolves was silent for a long time before giving such an answer.

So the nightmare looked at Lin Lang wholeheartedly helping the new emperor drive away foreign enemies and defend against internal humiliation. There were more and more wounds on his body, but his eyes became more and more determined.

"Not everyone is as lucky as me."

"If there were no wars and people could have enough to eat, wouldn't there be so many beggars in this world?"

After being by Lin Lang's side for so many years, it seemed as if he had just met him.

He doesn't understand Timberwolves, but the emperor seems to understand.He knew that Lin Lang understood that it was poisoned wine, and knew that Lin Lang would not refuse, so he passed the glass of poisoned wine calmly.

Lin Lang also took it calmly, smiled, and drank the glass of wine as the emperor wished.

When the nightmare saw the blood on Lin Lang's mouth, he seemed to understand something. He wanted to change back to his original form, scratch that smiling face, and kill the emperor.

But the Timberwolves stopped him.

His wrist was tightly clenched, and he could break free, but Lin Lang said, "I want to eat wontons from Mrs. Wang's house."

He could only drive the poison away while supporting Timberwolves to buy a bowl of wontons.

A hot bowl of wontons, with green water shield wrapped in transparent white skin, and some dogwood, this is the favorite of Timberwolves on weekdays.

But when he took the bowl, the bowl of wontons was barely touched, and the clear soup was full of poisonous blood vomited up by Timberwolves.

"I want to go back..." The toxin on Lin Lang's body was still spreading.

"I'll take you home."

"If I don't go home, I don't have a home. Go back... back to the place where we first... met."

The place where they first met was the battlefield, and there was a ruined temple not far away.

An exhausted beggar, a nightmare who had just arrived in the human world, met there.

The not-so-strong nightmare, and the Timberwolf soaked in poison, headed towards the place where they met.

On the way home, the singing of Timberwolves sounded...

爰居爰处? Yuan mourning his horse?

In Yiqiu? Under the forest.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

Yu Bo is broad, but I live.

Yu Xi Xun Xi, do not believe me. ①

"Age, I'm sorry..." Lin Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the young man who was gradually blurring in front of him, "Don't save me."

"I've eaten wontons cooked by Mrs. Wang, cough...it's delicious..."

"After I die, you can bury me here instead of erecting a monument."

"I don't listen."

The man smiled, gently pulled the young man over, and hugged him, "Sorry...my Age is the best."

……

The nightmare finally complied.

He resented his low strength, resented his laziness in the past, resented the emperor's cruelty, and resented Lin Lang's last request...

But when the man was put into the coffin, he didn't seem to complain about anything.

After the man died, he thought he probably understood him.

There is no stele, a solitary tomb, a coffin, and a beast, just like this, the sunrise and sunset of the day.

He wakes up and sleeps, and when he wakes up, he goes out to look for food, and then returns to the tomb, listening to the flowers blooming and falling, and chasing away snakes, insects, rats and ants.

The tomb was sometimes lively and sometimes quiet. He looked at the sleeping man in the coffin and carved bamboo slips with a calm heart.

The last time I woke up, there seemed to be a theater built above, and sometimes I sang "I am separated from each other, just like meeting in a dream, how can I express my sorrow?" Longevity." More often, I still sing "If you don't come to the garden, how will you know the beauty of spring!"...②

He listened and listened, and engraved "I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper..."

When he came back to his senses, he looked at the bamboo slips, put them aside, and lay down next to the coffin as usual.

Since then, I haven't woken up again.

The author has something to say: ① Selected from "The Book of Songs · Beifeng · Drumming"

②Three sentences are respectively selected from "Jade Hairpin", "Dou E's Injustice" and "Peony Pavilion"