The first chapter dances with the wolf

Early autumn, the sun. A cool breeze blew through, and the silent Lin Haili issued a burst of "嘩啦啦...". Some of the yellow leaves were swept into the air by the wind and circling.

On the Qixi side, the forest farm in Xiaoxing'anling has already appeared in autumn. The leaves of the birch trees are yellow, and the leaves of the maple trees turn red. Against the backdrop of the pines and cypresses, it seems like a group of flames burning the life of anger. The fields are also golden. After a year of growth, wheat and soybeans are finally ripe and full, ushered in the season of their harvest.

On the trail leading to the Baiyun Forest Farm, a long-shoulder boy is walking briskly. When he was seventeen or eight years old, the childish and undetached face had already revealed the hard lines belonging to the man. The black hair was thick and hard, and the head of the grass was so stubborn that it was stubbornly on the head. The trousers and white shirts were washed away, but they were clean, and they became a banner in the autumn wind in the northeastern mountain forest.

At this moment, the rustic country boy who was ruined was so excited that he held a bright red admission notice in his hand. Does the red cheek cheeks are caused by the sunset or the excitement?

The young man named Yang Fan is the son of Lin Guan Li. It was not the native of the Northeast, but the mother who took him for two days and two nights when he was four years old came to this remote forest farm. No one in the forest farm knows the mother's past, she never said. Yang Fan has no father since he was a child, and his mother never mentions it. When he was a child, he once asked, but his mother cried for a night. Since then, Yang Fan has never asked anything about his father.

The history of the forest farm is only a few decades. When the construction of the Great Northern Wilderness, many veterans and educated youths came here to respond to the call, they had such a small mountain village. In the past few decades, it’s time to leave, and the legacy left behind, and now there are only a hundred households. The mother of Yang Fan is the only college student in this mountain village. Although the two have had a hard time, the ordinary life is full of happiness.

Yang Fan was very sensible since he was a child. It is not easy to know that the mother is pulling him alone. He never asks for extra requirements. Plus he is the only man in the family. He has done some physical work from his childhood. He has never been able to learn from his mother. I have been at the top of the school in the town from elementary school to high school.

The mother's greatest wish is to hope that he can get into a good university and walk out of the mountain village. When he was very young, his mother worked hard for this plan, and she was reluctant to eat and reluctant to wear it. Yang Fan knows the mother's mind and learns harder. Huang Tian does not bear the pains of the people. He was finally admitted to a key university in the provincial capital in this year's college entrance examination.

Today is the day to receive the admission notice. Yang Fan came back from the town post office and wanted to tell the mother the first time. He even saw the surprise expression on his mother's face. He thought that his pace was even bigger. It is.

The setting sun in the early autumn is a bit bleak, and there are no traces on the mountain road. Yang Fan will soon be able to return to his home after five miles. Turning over a mountain, there is a thick forest on the right. This wood is full of red pines. It is green all year round, but the trees are too close, making it hard to see the sun all year round. It is so deep and unpredictable that the animals in the forest often hide some animals that prefer a gloomy environment. Foxes, weasels, squirrels, wild boars and the like are frequent visitors here.

The people in the forest farm call this forest called Heilongjiang, often scaring the naughty children, saying that there are old monsters in this forest, whoever dares to play will be taken away by the old monsters. When he was young, Yang Fan believed in these stories, but as he grew older, he gradually realized that it was nothing more than a deep and dense forest, and there was no old monster. What's more, now is the 21st century. Those scary stories are just superstitions and legends. As a student who has studied for more than ten years, he simply does not believe that there will be any ghosts in this world.

Yang Fan walked forward quickly. He had not waited for this black forest. He suddenly took a gray shadow from the inside. The shadow was very fast. Like a gray lightning volley, he rushed over to him. On his body, who knows that Yang Fan gently evades this pounce, and lifts the leg and gives the gray shadow a foot.

The gray shadow was very clever. He turned around in the air and escaped from his foot. He fell to the ground but was a fierce gray wolf. This gray wolf is extremely strong, even more than half of the ordinary gray wolf. The big scar on the face is from the left eye to the mouth. The whole body hair shines fiercely and fiercely. The posture of the attack. And proudly holding his head and leaning on one eye, looking at Yang Fan, the cockering mouth is extremely threatening, as if he is always swooping up and tearing up the boy with his sharp teeth.

Who knows that Yang Fan is not shocked, screaming at his big eyes, and walking to the gray wolf with impatience is a foot: "The big gray, you scared me with a dead thing, and then scared me and licked your skin."

This foot went down, the fierce gray wolf not only did not anger but leaped to use his two large fore paws to cover the teenager's shoulders, sticking out the bloody red tongue to the intimate face, the gray wolf's mouth was stinking and stinking. The smoked Yang Fan stepped back and smiled and said: "Death ash gives me a long way to go. You don't know if you have bad breath? You have to buy a toothbrush and brush your tooth."

Big ash simply ignored him, turned into the forest and pulled out a dead rabbit to the foot of Yang Fan. Yang Fan was delighted to pick up the rabbit and touched the hair of the big gray body: "Hey, today I have meat with my aunt." It’s good, it’s good, I will give me the whole scorpion tomorrow.”

The big gray whispered two voices, closing his eyes and enjoying the touch of Yang Fan on him. The next person in the sun, a wolf, formed a beautiful picture, blending with the whole nature, the night wind began, blowing the fallen leaves.

"Going home..." Yang Fan ran with the rabbit to the forest. The ash followed him from time to time and scratched him with his claws. He laughed at the laughter of the boy.

Dahe had a relationship with Yang Fan. When Yang Fan was ten years old, he went up the mountain to play pheasant and found a female wolf who had been dying for many days in a cave. Behind the female wolf, there is a small nest of dead grass, and only the current big ash is still alive. At that time, the big ash was just a little wolf, but the scar covered with it told Yang Fan that it had experienced it. The most violent battles have survived to the present.

Yang Fan looked at the other little wolves who had been broken and flesh and blood were almost eaten clean. He understood everything. The sudden death of the female wolf made these young wolves without a source of food. In order to survive, the wild wolves began to kill each other in a hungry situation. There is no doubt that this little wolf who survived is only swallowing the body of his brothers and sisters, and this little wolf that is still standing upright is undoubtedly the strongest and most fierce of the nine wolves. The most brutal.

The little wolf is already hungry and crumbling, but still showing his own teeth that have not yet sharpened against Yang Fan. There is no fear in his eyes. There is only a strong sense of war. The little wolf sees himself and the body in front of him. The gap, but even then he is still proud to make a fighting posture.

This is undoubtedly a little wolf who has been proud of his bones.

Yang Fan curiously looked at this wolverine, which was almost as big as a shit. He couldn’t understand why the little wolf, who was already powerless, had a low-pitched voice against him, but he suddenly felt the helplessness of the little wolf’s heart, and was still young. It can't understand why it was such a cruel thing when he first came to the world.

At this time, Yang Fan, who was only ten years old, suddenly made a tribute to this little wolf who had already stood still. He threw a pheasant he had just put into the front of the little wolf. The little wolf jumped back and took a step back. When he saw that it was food in front of him, his eyes suddenly showed a trace of doubt.

Yang Fan did not move, watching the little wolf quietly. After a long time, the little wolf felt that he was not malicious to himself, or he was already hungry and could not bear it anymore. He was careful to approach the pheasant and bite it with his teeth.

The little wolf is very sweet, and he has forgotten that there is a human being that can threaten him at any time, and Yang Fan is watching the little wolf gorging a pheasant, suddenly he has a pity in his heart, no matter whether it is a wolf. Or if a person does not have a mother, he will become very poor. He thinks of his mother, and his heart is full of warmth.

Yang Fan couldn't help but want to touch this poor little wolf. Who knows that the hand hasn't waited to touch the little wolf. The little wolf suddenly felt his hand and jerked back one step. He looked at the boy and warned him not to look at him. Move around. Yang Fan did not move, his hand stopped in the air and said softly to the little wolf: "Don't be afraid, I am not malicious, just want to make friends with you."

Perhaps his tone was too gentle, the vigilance in the eyes of the little wolf slowly became confused, Yang Fan gently, gently put his hand on the gentle wolf's back, the little wolf first trembled, But soon he was lost in the warmth of Yang Fan.

The wolf's back is full of scars, and some places even have some hands, feeling the skinny wolf, Yang Fan's heart is full of pity. The little wolf felt his pity and became relaxed and whimpered low.

Yang Fan felt that the wolf gave up his own alert, gently picked it up and put it in his arms, still gently touching its scarred back. The little wolf whimpered in his arms, as if he was telling him about his misfortune. Yang Fan didn't move, just a gentle touch, and suddenly a drop of hot tears fell on the back of his hand.

Since then, Yang Fan has had a friend, a friend who is not human but more loyal than human beings.