"You want to be a hunter?" When Feng Nian said this, white smoke was still spewing intermittently from his nostrils, and the wrinkles of the fifty-year-old Orion had crawled deep into his face, dense and neat like a net of a beast. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Chen nodded. He choked on the smoke and wanted to cough, but he tried to hold it back.

"You little." He stretched out the finger of his other hand and tapped it his son's head, "Can't you be a hunter at home?" Daddy shook his head, "Lao Tzu doesn't care about you, he plays you wild, doesn't he?" ”

Feng Chen didn't speak, his eyes slanted at his knees. He knelt beside his father's bed, just like he knelt every time he did something wrong and was about to be beaten and scolded.

"Don't act like a stuffy donkey in front of me." The more he saw Feng Chen's appearance of beating and scolding, the more sulking his father became. The union's announcement is mandatory, and those who make the list must board the deacon's airship two days later, but how can the father, who only learned the news today, be mentally prepared for his child's journey in just two days?

"I've done everything, just wait for the union to take me away in two days, what do you want me to do?" Feng Chen's expression of a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"I'll throw you into the snowy mountains, don't come out for ten days and half a month, wait for the airship to leave, and see how you become a hunter." "Thrown into the snowy mountain" is a phrase that Feng used to scare children every year when he was a child, but with that accident, the unforgiving father never threatened him like this again. As soon as the words came out, he felt a little regretful, and his tone softened slightly: "Little cub, you tell me, do you go to the selection to have fun casually, or do you really want to be a hunter." ”

"I want to be a hunter." Feng Chen said firmly that he stated a fact, as Magnini often did, he could not do the calmness and peace that the years gave to the village chief, and could only say this with a stubborn and stubborn expression.

"There are many dragons outside the Great Snow Mountain that can swallow people, and a child like you can eat the dragon without hiccup." Feng Nian had never been out of Xuelin Village in his life, and although what he told was hearsay, there was a rare seriousness and worry on his face, "And the sandstorm that can blow people into the sky and the magma that can melt through your skeleton with a drop. He seemed to remember something, "Do you know that all the people who went to be hunters a few years ago died outside?" ”

"I know." He looked up at his father, "But I want to go and see, I'm smarter than them, and I'll be able to live well." He continued, "I want to go out there and catch some interesting monsters." I'm tired of catching deer and wild boars, and I don't want to deal with these stupid things for the rest of my life. ”

Feng Chen's words were thought of in advance, he did not mention the conversation between the village chief and Uncle Hader that night that he overheard, nor did he mention the discussion between himself and his two friends, let alone the danger of the profession of "hunter" to the young people of Xuelin Village, mentioning these will only make his father more opposed to his long journey, even if he really throws himself into the snowy mountains, he must let his son avoid possible dangers. But what father can refuse his child's ideal and determination to travel the world and work hard?

Feng Nian suddenly found that he didn't know this son anymore, his son was timid when he was a child, and he didn't dare to pinch a bug to death. In order to exercise his courage, he originally planned to let the child learn the craft of iron and stone, but his father changed his mind and began to teach him the ability to shoot arrows and stumble and hunt at the age of seven. Unexpectedly, this kid has a bit of hunter's cleverness, and the cunning prey that has been fighting with him for half his life in the forest drilled into his son's trap as if he was in a hurry to return to the nest. Orion is relying on the gift of the hunting god to eat, and the moody hunting god always has a time when the reward is not enough, but the boy who seals the dust can always accurately dig out the nest of the bird that lays eggs, and dig out the squirrel hole full of fruits, and the year of calamity is more like a son raising Lao Tzu. As he grew a little older, Feng felt more and more that his hunting skills were even inferior to those of his youngest son, who was brought into the door by himself, and the prey he hunted back was always fatter, and the wounds on his skin and flesh were smaller. Feng Nian sometimes secretly followed his son and learned both the small traps and traps he had improved, so that he could barely save his father's face.

In this way, in Feng Nian's view, a son born for the Great Snow Mountain and the Blue Pine Forest said at this moment that he was going to hunt farther away. He suddenly felt like a snowy wolf, he worked hard to feed a cub, and when he grew up, he found out that he was a white leopard, destined to leave his parents and break into his own life.

Feng took a sip of dry tobacco year by year, but found that a pot of smoke had burned out, and this thought lingered in his head, making his heart more and more irritable. "Stinky boy, when my wings are hard, I want to pat my ass and run outside, who will support me when I'm old?"

Feeling his father's mouth steady, Feng Chen also secretly relaxed: "How can it?" The hunter's salary is more, a month's salary is more than the money our family earns from selling deer skins in a year, and besides, I don't want to come back, if you really can't catch the prey, when you are hungry for game, I will come back by airship to catch a deer lamb from the firewood house for you to eat. He laughed and leaned closer to his father.

"Go, go, dare to curse Lao Tzu and not be able to catch the prey." Feng raised the cigarette pipe in his hand year by year, and said disgustedly, "Lao Tzu can't move even if half of his body can't move, and he doesn't need your help if he wants to catch a deer lamb." ”

"Yes, yes, my dad didn't say that he was hunting, and he still let you cut off your head a few years ago, so big a wild boar king?" Sealing the dust flattered.

"It's been a long time, and there's still half a village of people helping to drive that beast and what to do with him." Daddy's eyes rolled and he said nonchalantly, but he took another deep puff of the burned cigarette pouch and exhaled a long breath.

"So, I'm going to be a trainee hunter, and that's it?" Seeing that Daddy's anger had also disappeared and his heart was smooth, Feng Chen asked cautiously.

"That's it, my son is too old to stay, so you can do whatever you want." Looking at his son's expectant eyes, the old hunter finally compromised.

is pretending to be pitiful and packing tickets, and Feng Chen finally looks forward to Dad's relief. But at the same time as he said this, the young man clearly felt that his father had aged a little in an instant, as if those words had drained all his strength. I don't know why, Feng Chen's heart seems to be blocked by something.

After a brief silence, Feng Nian found a delicate iron box in the bedside table and gently opened it, revealing a rough ornament inside.

"This is ......" Seeing it, the young man hurriedly stood up and approached his father.

It is a thin drop-shaped stone flake, gray all over, but the outer edge is smooth and shiny, slightly curled to one side. A round hole was punched on the side of the small head of the stone chip, and a thin rope was strung with it, which could barely be regarded as a hanging ornament.

"When I found you, it was already hanging around your neck." Feng put it flat in his hand, and a slight warm current flowed along the palm of his hand to his arm.

"I thought you had thrown it away." Feng Chen said happily.

"How could I ...... Ahem...... "Daddy stopped his words," Lao Tzu thought about it later, and maybe it could be sold for a good price in the future if he kept it. ”

Where can an ordinary stone be sold? Feng kept it year by year, nothing more than to hear from the people in the village that this stone may be a gift from the god of hunting, it can bless the dust boy to survive in the depths of the snowy mountain, and maybe it can also bless him to live safely and steadily in the future hunter career. Feng Nian does not eat the hunting god, but for the sake of his son, he is willing to be a devout believer in the hunting god.

"The beasts on the south side of the snowy mountain are no better than the cats and dogs in the forest, it is very difficult to do, can you catch those things?" Seeing that his son was a little excited to wear this gray ornament, Feng Nian still asked with some anxiety.

"Dad, don't worry, I can catch the elven deer with the rabbit cage, and the monsters outside are not like that after all." Feng Chen said a little proudly.

Hearing this, Feng Nian's face, which had just slowed down, suddenly tensed again: "Stinky boy, the rabbit cage I just made up a few days ago was opened by you?" ”