When Qiushui was in trouble and couldn't get out, Lin Lin and Zhu Jue were accompanying Yan Boshu in the inn. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Dian Boshu was lying on the bed, his whole body was covered with adhesive tape, and he looked like a mummy. Lin Lin poured some hot water and asked Zhu Jue to help bring it over. Zhu Jue walked to the side of the bed and slowly fed the water to Yan Boshu to drink.

"Hey, Boshu, you've really impressed me today. After Zhu Jue finished feeding the water, he put the quilt aside and chatted with Yan Boshu.

Yan Boshu didn't seem to want to speak, and replied weakly: "Ah, yes." ”

"Can you imitate any animal?" Zhu Jue didn't notice the tiredness of Yan Boshu, and asked excitedly.

Yan Boshu shook his head: "Of course not, there are many powerful beasts that I can't imitate. This time I barely imitated the fire phoenix, which was already my limit. ”

Zhu Jue wanted to continue to say something, but saw Lin Lin coming over from the side, putting the snack he had just made on the side of the bed, and then reached out and grabbed his ear: "Let's go, hurry back to my room, don't disturb the rest of Yan Boshu." In this way, Lin Lin grabbed the innocent Zhu Jue and quietly withdrew from the door, leaving Yan Boshu alone on the bed.

He stared at the ceiling. Unconsciously, the brown stripes in front of him began to distort and deform, and a long-sealed memory quietly emerged in his mind.

Thirteen years ago, in a small remote village around Rain City.

"Groundhog, groundhog, ugly, no friends!" a group of children sneered as they gathered around the young man and sneered as they tapped his head with the branches in their hands. With his head in his hands, he squatted in the middle of the crowd, crying.

"Did you see, the groundhog is crying, how is he crying?" said a boy with an excited expression on his face as if he had discovered a new continent.

"It's uglier than laughing!" the other children coaxed. Then they gathered in a circle there, striking him on the head and singing in their mouths: "Groundhog, groundhog, ugly, no friends......"

In a dilapidated thatched hut, there was a burst of angry rebuke at this moment.

"Stinky boy, what's the matter, the teacher said you didn't go to class today. A drunken middle-aged man slapped the table and scolded Yan Boshu.

"On my way to school, I was stopped by Wang Xiaoer and a few of them. They locked me in the cellar and wouldn't let me out. Yan Boshu lowered his head and said aggrievedly.

A crisp slap sounded, and Yan Boshu touched his beaten red and swollen face, and looked at his father in a daze.

"You dare to talk back? I was born like a turtle, and I don't know which wild man your mother gave birth to, anyway, I can't give birth to a son as ugly as you. The man continued to take a sip of wine, pointed to Yan Boshu and said, "Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and chop wood, if you don't earn me enough money for wine today, don't give me back!"

Yan Boshu walked out of the house with his head down, honestly picked up the bamboo basket, picked up the machete and went up the mountain. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he remembered his mother who loved him the most. Although her life is hard, her mother will always teach herself with a smile: as long as you work hard and work hard, others will admit you one day. He has always tried his best to do his duty, studied seriously in the school, and always helped his mother with housework at home, even if he had no friends, but as long as his mother was around, he was always very happy. However, in recent times, my father's alcohol addiction has become more and more serious day by day, and he comes back more drunk every day until midnight, and every time he goes crazy, he will beat his mother and make her angry. Although he had the heart to stop him, he knew that his words had no weight in front of his father, and he would only beat him in vain, so he could only cry alone in the bed every night, listening to the sound of fighting in the next room, and often open his eyes for a night.

On this day, Yan Boshu stayed in the mountains until late, and finally managed to cut enough money for two catties of wine. One of his small hands was almost unconscious due to overexertion. On the way down the mountain, for some reason, his heart was beating fast, and a bad feeling lingered in his heart. He hurriedly carried the firewood out into the street, exchanged some money, went to the shop to get a drink, and then hurried home.

"Dad, I'm back!" As soon as he stepped into the house, he saw that the entire living room was in a mess, with tables and chairs falling to the ground indiscriminately, and dishes and chopsticks scattered all over the ground. Knowing that it was his father who had gone mad again, he hurried to the bedroom. Pushing open the door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. On the beam of the house, a white rope hung down, and hanging on it was his most beloved mother.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?" ran to his mother's side, pulled her down with all his might, and shouted desperately there. However, he was only silent. Yan Boshu's legs weakened, and he suddenly fell to his knees, tears could not stop staying, and his mouth muttered: "Why, why...... Didn't you say that no matter what the odds, you have to get through it, why don't you want me...... ”

At this time, there was a noise nearby. He turned his head and saw his father lying on the edge of the bed, babbling some drunken words. There was a wine gourd beside him, which was already empty, and not a drop of wine could be poured. He glanced at his mother again, and saw that she was covered in scars and bruises from the beating. At this time, Yan Boshu suddenly calmed down. He went straight to the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife, and turned back to the bedroom.

My father seemed to be a little sober at the moment, and when he saw that Yan Boshu was back, he scolded over there: "Stinky boy, you came back so late, what about the wine? If you don't get me two catties of wine, Lao Tzu will get ......" Before he finished speaking, he saw Yan Boshu brandishing a kitchen knife and slashing at himself.

Yan Boshu didn't know how many times he had cut it, but he knew that later, his eyes were covered with blood. He threw away the kitchen knife, walked up to his mother, kowtowed a few times, and ran out of the house, never to return.

He had traveled far, far away, and when he left the village for the first time, he had no idea where he could go. In the end, he got lost in a deep mountain forest. It happened to be raining in the sky, and he curled up under a tree, hungry and cold, feeling like he was dying. However, he was not afraid, because there was nothing left in this world worthy of his nostalgia. It doesn't matter if you die, so that you can go to another world and be reunited with your mother.

However, just as he closed his eyes and was about to give up, a whimper sounded in his ears. He opened his eyes again and saw a gray wolf in front of him, looking at him with a pair of green eyes.

"Are you going to eat me?" muttered the book. The gray wolf seemed to understand him, but it shook its head, then bit down on his clothes and told him to follow him.

Despite some confusion, he stood up. He followed the gray wolf to a cave that was warm, dry, and comfortable. There are a few little wolves waiting to be fed inside, I don't know why, I see him all look very affectionate. At this moment, the gray wolf took out a piece of raw meat from the corner and placed it in front of the book.

"Is it for me?" thank you...... "Dian Boshu shuddered and picked up the slices of meat and nibbled on them. It was the first time he had eaten raw meat, and it didn't taste too good, but he finished it anyway. As he ate, he cried so hard that his whole body trembled violently. Since then, he has lived in the wolf's den, hunting and sleeping with them all day long. In this process, his ability to imitate was gradually excavated, not only in terms of morphological imitation, but also in terms of ability. He began to realize that he also had the divine power that adults said and admired. So he began to imitate all kinds of animals he could see, whether they were running in the mountains, flying in the sky, or swimming in the water, and made many companions, including orangutans, tigers, owls... It wasn't until he was sixteen years old that he decided to go out of the mountains and see the outside world. He said goodbye to the wolves and went out alone, and since then he has experienced many things, and even met a mythical beast like the fire phoenix, which is another story. But along the way, there were ups and downs, and in the end, I was alone.

Thinking back to the present, Yan Boshu slowly closed his eyes and said softly: "It feels good to have a few good friends." ”

Out of the corner of his eye, a crystal teardrop slipped quietly.