The fox is red, and the tiger is white. One red and one white, it is particularly eye-catching.

Although the moon is obscured by the clouds, the night light is dim, but it is not completely dark, and the scenery within a few feet can still be seen, but it is very vague and unclear. Through the crack in the door, the drunkard and the old man Sun who were nervously staring outside invariably exclaimed in a low voice:

"White Tiger".

White tiger? This is a white tiger?! No wonder it's not the same as the tigers I've seen in the albums. The tiger fur on the album is yellow, colorful, looks gorgeous and pleasing to the eye, this tiger fur is gray and white covered with dark markings, it doesn't look too tall, it should be less than three feet, but the body is very long, let alone six or seven feet, the long tail is dragged behind him like a stick, it is worthy of being the king of beasts, it is indeed majestic and murderous.

The wind is whistling, and the branches and leaves are brushed. A fox and a tiger paced out of the grass and up the dirt steps to the place where we had rested at first. From time to time a dull roar rolled out of the white tiger's throat, and instead of attacking the fox, it followed the fox like an obedient little henchman.

The fox stood there staring at the mud house where we were hiding, his eyes glowing with a strange red light; The white tiger stood right next to it, staring in our direction too, its lantern-like eyes glowing with an eerie green light. It bared its teeth and barked under a low growl, as if waiting for the fox owner's order to attack.

This strange scene made my hairs stand on end, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

In my cognition, the tiger is the king of the mountains and forests, and there is no wild thing that is not afraid of it, and no wild beast dares to be presumptuous in front of it. Where tigers are infested, all beasts flee when they hear the wind, a small fox, looks docile and weak, compared to the vicious tiger, not more than ten times the difference in size, how can it live in peace with the tiger? And it still looks like it's a complete owner?

An idiom burst out of my mind out of place: fox fake tiger might!

At this moment, this idiom is so appropriate.

We are afraid of tigers. This abominable firefox isn't scary, at least on the surface. If it weren't for the white tiger next to it, we would definitely have swarmed it. But now we are hiding in this unsafe earthen hut, and we can only watch it, and we don't even dare to squeak.

This is the real fox and fake tiger might!

Tigers are scary, and white tigers are even more scary. The legendary White Tiger is a sacred beast alongside the Green Dragon, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu, and is the star in the sky. In the story, Xue Rengui, a famous general of the Tang Dynasty with amazing appetite and infinite strength, is said to be the womb of the White Tiger Star.

The white tiger in reality is the king of tigers, more ferocious than ordinary tigers, and extremely rare. Ordinary tigers are rare to see, let alone white tigers? That's why very few people have seen it.

Unexpectedly, even ordinary tigers have been extinct for nearly 20 years, but on this mountain adjacent to the outskirts of the city, you can see a rare tiger king - the white tiger. I couldn't help but marvel at this.

However, this is not a good thing, and it is better not to see each other in the real way.

My mind was racing, and all kinds of memories and thoughts came flooding back, and in the meantime, the hateful fox led the white tiger step by step. The smell is getting stronger and stronger, and the smell is getting heavier and heavier. The drunkard and the old man Sun beside him were breathing heavily, and they could only stand casually, staring with interest at the fire fox and the white tiger that were getting closer and closer. There was anticipation and excitement on his face.

The fire fox stopped at a distance of six or seven feet from the door, and the murderous and evil aura oppressed the drunkard and Old Man Sun involuntarily took a big step back. Pick-up is a weak and heartless haba, the outside world has very little influence on him, even if he dies, he will not be afraid. He took out a rusty axe from the woodstack behind the stove, danced as if it were very handy, and said to me:

"Senior brother, that big cat and red dog are very good-looking, I went to catch them and take them home to play, okay?"

I glared back at him and threatened, "Not good! That's an old worm and a fox, you can't beat it alone, you are not allowed to go out. If you dare to be disobedient, I will tell the master and send you back to the three-arch bridge and the broken temple. ”

My threat is his weakness, the only thing he is afraid of, as long as I sacrifice this killer weapon, every time he does not dare to disobey, but his mood will be low for a while, like a little trick that has been wronged, a pitiful look of Mo Niangcub. Normally, I could not bear to frighten him, but the situation we are in is too precarious, and I am afraid that if he is disobedient and reckless, he will have serious and disastrous consequences, and it will be too late to regret it.

The curiosity and impulse of picking up are easy to solve, but how to remove the threat outside the house is a big problem. The pressure on the white tiger a few paces away is incomparable, and with us two old and one young and one fool, without a shotgun or a bird, it is almost impossible to hunt it, but we cannot sit idly by.

What to do?

I was nervous and covered in cold sweat, holding the pig-killing knife tightly in my right hand, and I didn't even dare to raise my hand to wipe the sweat that made my eyes astringent, for fear that the white tiger would take advantage of this moment to attack.

In fact, it did attack at this very moment. With the sudden terrible howl of the fire fox, the white tiger seemed to have received an order, let out a long roar, jumped lightly to the door, stretched out his claws and slapped on the door panel, and then swayed. The door page trembled, and the knocker tinked. Fortunately, there was a bench leaning against the door, and a desk against the door, and it could not break down the door for a while.

The white tiger gasped, couldn't stop roaring and roaring, the fishy rancid smell was so bad that I didn't dare to breathe, and the old man of the drunken grandson called to pick up, and the three of them pressed their knives against the other end of the desk. I firmly held the bench with one end on the ground and the other against the door, so as not to slip off under the violent impact of the white tiger, so that through the thick door panel, the white tiger tossed for a while and could not push it open, so he gave up hitting the door and temporarily retreated.

We were all a little relieved, and we were about to raise our hands to wipe our sweat when the unexpected happened.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, we only focused on the defense of the door and ignored the windows of the house.

The front and rear walls of the kitchen each have a small square window more than four feet high from the ground, the old-fashioned vertical wooden square, thick and dense, the gap is less than three inches, people can only stretch into one arm, except for cats, even dogs can not drill, ordinary people even if they take a sharp axe to cut, three or five times may not be able to split. It is said that the tiger can neither enter nor break this window. The problem is that this yard has not been repaired for 20 years, the green tiles of the roof have long been damaged, and the rainwater has flowed down the earthen wall on the windows, corroding several of the wooden squares, and it is these rotten wooden squares that almost make us unrecoverable.

Seeing that the white tiger couldn't open the door, he turned to attack the window, and with a "click" sound, one of the wooden squares of the window broke, and the huge tiger head appeared by the window sill. Because only one piece of wood was broken, the gap was not large, and the tiger's head could not reach in.

Shocked, I was devastated. The space in this house is cramped, and it is impossible to turn around, as long as the white tiger enters the house, I am afraid that none of the four of us will be spared from the tiger's mouth.

The situation was critical, and I yelled "Pick it up!" At the same time, he threw himself under the window, waved the pig-killing knife, and cut at the tiger's head. At the same time, the drunkard and the old man Sun arrived with great agility, and the hoe handle and flat pole in their hands were used as spears to stab the tiger's head. Instead, he was half a beat slower and was pulled behind.

The white tiger shrank his head back, my pig-killing knife missed, and I didn't dare to hesitate when I missed the blow, and immediately hid against the wall by the window. The hoe handle and the flat pole of the drunkard and the old man Sun poked the tiger's head, only to see its head shake, open its mouth to bite the hoe handle, the drunkard couldn't hold it, his hand was loosened, the hoe handle was taken off, he snorted, and the stumbling old man Sun collided together, threw himself on the earthen wall next to the window, and almost pressed me.

The white tiger threw off the hoe handle, grabbed the window edge with a pair of forefeet, roared, the head was topped, the wooden square of the window was broken, it stretched its entire head into the window, the lantern-like eyes were green and glowing, the blood basin was wide open, the tiger's teeth were forested, and the arched body shrugged, and the gesture was about to pounce on the three of us.

At the moment of this thousand equals, he shouted "hey", and the raised wood axe slashed at the tiger's head. Unexpectedly, this was in the low kitchen, and the axe touched the floor pillow on the top (the thick sleeper used to lay the floor slab is called the floor sleeper), and the wood axe could not be lifted at all, and he used too much force, the axe hit the floor sleeper, rebounded and smashed, and almost made him get the axe out of his hand. Fortunately, once he makes a move, he is like a different person, and he reacts very quickly. He quickly tightened the handle of the axe, adjusted the strength, and with a "bang" sound, the axe smashed on the tiger's head. The white tiger was in pain, slid down the windowsill, took a few steps back, and roared, estimating that it would rush into the house from the window next.

I cried out in my heart that it was a pity. Because the momentum was blocked, Pick up the Lai Cang and act suddenly, although it hit the white tiger, but it was not strong enough to really hurt it, but it just made it suffer pain, startled, and blocked its offensive.

But he really saved us. The three of us quickly separated in this moment when it was hard to buy, I clutched the pig-killing knife, hid on one side of the window against the earthen wall, Old Man Sun hid on the other side with his shoulder, and the drunkard pushed the pick-up to my side and shouted:

"Pick up, don't let the old worm hurt your senior brother, otherwise your master and sister will not like you."

My heart warmed, and I saw him throw himself on the edge of the fire, and he actually touched a burning stick and held it in his hand and said:

"Red boy, I'll suck it when the old worm enters the house, you quickly turn out of the window, my old bones have lived enough anyway, and they will be eaten by it, you can't have an accident, let the pick-up protect you, you must go back alive." When I go back, remember to tell you Gu Xiaoyu that I will give me a few more pots of good wine when I burn paper in the future. ”

The drunkard didn't look at me when he spoke, he held his stick in both hands and leaned at the window, like a god's majesty, my heart was big, and I understood in an instant what he meant, he was going to sacrifice his life to feed the tiger, to create an opportunity for me to escape. I was about to speak out against it as if I had been hammered in the mouth, but I heard him say to Old Man Sun:

"I'm sorry to have tired the old brother! Whether you can escape later depends on your own luck. ”

Old man Sun laughed loudly and said, "Old brother, can I still escape with my old arms and legs?" I've dealt with livestock all my life, and I've broken the roots of the children and grandchildren of many animals, and I've lived to this age enough to be able to bury myself in the belly of the tiger, but I have saved a coffin, count me a, our old brothers fight this big worm together, as long as the red boy can escape, our old bones are worth it. ”

As he spoke, he left the window and walked over to the drunkard, and the two stood side by side facing the window. I was so moved that I couldn't speak, but I used a sentence from the novel in my heart: How can the boy be de? For the sake of the boy, the two seniors actually fought with their lives? How can great kindness be repaid?

I was moved, but I heard the drunkard's "huh", looking out the window with a surprised face, I was puzzled, and the drunkard whispered: "Look, we are saved." ”

I was puzzled for a moment, and carefully looked out, and the huge body of the ghost animal toad was sitting on the windowsill in front of me in the night light, and the air bulged like a big leather ball full of gas, which seemed to burst at any time. The white tiger roared in a low voice on the grass more than a foot away from the window, constantly moving its body, but it did not dare to pounce forward, obviously because it was highly poisonous.

A little farther down the steps under the eaves, for some reason, the fire fox lay on the ground, dead or alive.

I immediately understood why I hadn't seen the white tiger pounce on it for a long time, and it turned out that the ghost animal "sister" had stopped it quietly.

I was pleasantly surprised and took a big breath.