A group of seven people, adults sat around the bonfire talking and laughing, and the young men told more meat jokes, which children couldn't listen to. The two villains were talking about heroes on the side, Qi Xiaoxiao chattered endlessly, and introduced all the little beggars present, the most powerful belonged to his father, Qi Qin, and the second most powerful was the young man who squeezed the little beggar during the day, named Qian Rui. The little beggar is not good at always wiping his face, occasionally agreeing to a sentence or two, showing a surprised look, and continuing to think about things.

As the night wore on, the flames crackled in the woods, and the five men took turns keeping vigil, while the rest fell asleep. The little beggar lay on the grass for a long time, but he couldn't sleep, and when he remembered the events of the day, his heart was empty.

Where did the wild boar go? After dragging the leopard for some distance, he felt that something was wrong and ran back again. Seeing that the wild boar was still lying there, but the stomach was rising and falling, and the little beggar had just come closer, the boar opened his eyes with great difficulty, and looked at him fiercely. The little beggar suddenly understood why the boar's temperament was much more irritable than usual. When I figured it out, I suddenly wanted to cry in my heart, and it was not a taste that was sour or astringent. At this time, the female boar was already very weak, and the little beggar hurriedly resisted the fangs and reached out to pick up the wild boar, but the strength of the milk was ten out of ten, but she still couldn't hold it up, but made the weak wild boar "coax" and screamed.

This stumped the little beggar, the leopard was lighter, just drag it away, the wild boar is not comparable, so weak that it can't be tossed blindly. I saw that the methods had been used all over again, but I just couldn't move the sturdy body in front of me. The boar that didn't move couldn't move, not to mention that it hit him at the beginning, and he now understood how ignorant his behavior was yesterday. Phew, it's not a blind demonstration of old flowers, what kind of bare hands to catch the boar, it's simply the boar catching my little beggar.

The solution is gone, and the little beggar suddenly feels sad in his heart, and he is afraid that a wild beast will come and drag it away, and he doesn't know how many lives he has to live in. Sighing helplessly, the little beggar climbed the tree again to watch, stayed for a long time, and found a team of hunters from a distance stabbing straight to this side, and the panicked little beggar didn't know what to do for a while, so he hurriedly dragged the big leopard to stop the comer.

But he is still naïve after all, and the sages have a saying that it is not unreasonable for people to swallow elephants if they are not enough. Naively thought that the hunters only wanted their own big-flowered leopards, but they did not escape their vicious eyes of hunting all year round, and they saw their new little flower children thoroughly at a glance. Those ten minutes of torment, but let my little heart pinch and pinch.

Fortunately, the boar is fine. But where did the badly injured boar go?

The little beggar turned over, panicked, and decided to go and see it again.

"Where are you going?" At this time, it was the turn of the young man named Qian Rui during the day to keep vigil.

"My stomach hurts, go to the woods and put it away. The little beggar clutched his stomach and twisted his little face together.

"Go, go, don't run far, come back quickly, there are many wild beasts in the forest at night. The young man said impatiently.

The little beggar blushed and hurried away, and after running into the woods, he made a few turns, hurriedly spread his legs, and ran towards the woodland where the wild boar lay during the day.

At this time, in the open space where the hunters were resting, the leading man also woke up.

"Ran away?"

"Well, I guess it's going to the daytime. During the day, I only thought that the other should have been taken by the beast, so I turned back, and now it seemed that it was hidden by the little beggar. ”

"He's cautious. But after all, it's still too naïve. It seems that the hiding should be more valuable than the leopard. ”

"Chase it? Since it's hidden, there must be something. ”

"Are you doing it alone?"

"Don't worry, it's just a little beggar who can't run. Qian Rui patted his chest at the leading strong man, looking like he was about to catch it.

"Okay, I'll keep watch for the second half of the night. ”

......

The little beggar panted and stopped at the place where he picked up the leopard during the day, and a large pool of blood had gradually dried up in the wind, but he pulled out two clear blood stains that extended in two different directions, and the little beggar took a look at it and hurriedly chased after it. Was he taken away by a wild beast, or did he run away on his own? He was a little confused, although he chased out, but he still ran as wildly as he could, and he was afraid that he would run and he didn't know which beast to rush to, but the anxiety kept fighting with fear in his chest. However, the little beggar who ran away didn't know that at this time, another figure also arrived at the pool of dried blood and chased towards the blood.

No matter, be careful. For a pregnant wild boar, the little beggar can't do it, no matter how attractive the taste of the sauce pig's trotters is. But for the other wild boars, the little beggar's eyes lit up again, and one sucked hard. This may seem contradictory, but the sage said that this is a matter of morality, not a matter of greed.

The little beggar who followed the blood trail couldn't help but get nervous when he saw that the blood along the way was slowly not as much as before. The moonlight was dim, and through the dense woods, there was very little light cast in the woods, and the little beggar had to aim at the ground, find it carefully, and see that his eyes hurt. It's already chased out a long way, looking at the situation along the way, it should be that the wild boar escaped by itself, but why can a seriously injured wild boar still run so far?

As the blood stains gradually decreased and increased, finally a crimson figure lying in a pool of blood appeared in the sight of the little beggar, and in front of the figure was a cave, but it was still dozens of steps away from the cave.

The little beggar looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly had his eyes cut by the sand, and he lay down next to the wild boar with a sad face, watching quietly, but his heart was stabbed painfully, and there was a feeling that he had never experienced straight into his heart, and he was uncomfortable in his chest.

......

"Sure enough, there's another one. It turned out to be just a boar, and I thought I had encountered some valuable beast. Suddenly, a discordant voice exploded in the little beggar's ears, and he was suddenly startled, and when he looked up, it was Qian Rui leaning on the tree and looking at him playfully. "A beggar is a beggar, a leopard and a wild boar can't tell the price, and a few catties of meat are worth it?"

The little beggar listened to Qian Rui's tone, and the fire in his heart burned brightly. Raising his head, he stared viciously at the figure in front of him. "This is mine!"

Qian Rui looked at the little beggar lying on the ground with a cold face, and said lightly: "Whoever has a hard fist will listen to whomever he wants." It's shameful enough to snatch a beggar for a wild boar, but you can't go back empty-handed when you come. ”

The little beggar didn't say a word, holding the wild boar in both hands, looking at the man in front of him, and gritting his teeth tightly.

"Do you want me to do it?" Qian Rui sneered and walked over slowly, the sound of each step on the dead branches and fallen leaves seemed to step on the little beggar's heart, and a layer of dense sweat came out.

Qian Rui raised his foot and kicked on the arm of the little beggar, and the arm that was already injured was kicked and torn, but the little beggar did not let go.

raised his foot and kicked several times, but the little beggar hugged him tighter and tighter. After all, the man was just grabbing the wild boar, and although he shot hard, he didn't kick him to death, but the little beggar's repeated resistance hooked his anger, raised his foot again, and kicked the little beggar on the shoulder heavily. A twelve-year-old thin boy, where could he withstand such a force, his left shoulder was kicked crooked, and the sound of some bones shattering came, and the little beggar fell backwards violently.

Looking at the stubborn person's suddenly frustrated appearance, there was always a bit of a sick psychology that could not help but attack, this kick was not enough, and he kicked the small curled up body a few times to celebrate the thrill of his victory.

After the punches and kicks were satisfied, Qian Rui spat at the little beggar who was shrunk to the side, dragged the wild boar, and left without looking back, leaving only a sentence to come slowly.

"If you want to follow, you will follow, as a reward for taking you out of the mountain, it's almost over. ”

The little beggar did not answer, but lay his head on his chest and twitched constantly, unable to calm down for a long time. The moonlight was cold, cold, and stingy to cast a little light, and through the shade of the trees, there was not much left to sprinkle on the poor man. The mountains were silent at night, and the birds and beasts were asleep, leaving only an intermittent sobbing sound echoing in the mountains at night.

Looking at the faint moon in the sky, tears cut and cut on his face.

......

"Old flower, I want to sleep. ”

"Sleep. ”

The little beggar, the old beggar, went to the kiln with a blind fire and a black light.

The old is called flowers, the small is called flowers, and the fireworks are watched in the City God Temple.

The mountains are not merciful, the water is still suspicious, and the lack of meat and legs is a curse.

People don't speak, dogs are still tired, and they stretch their legs out to see them in the river.

......

The little beggar turned over and lay down in the woods, looked at the moon in the sky, cried for a long time, and laughed for a long time.

Trembling up, there was no place up and down his body that didn't hurt, the bones in his left shoulder seemed to be broken, and the pain was unrecognizable, and the wound exploded again, bloody. The little beggar wiped his face and limped towards the cave. The leaves on the periphery of the cave were rubbed away in a messy manner, and it was difficult to find the blood stains on the leaves without looking closely at them on a moonlit night. Why did the wild boar run back to the cave with its head in the direction from which it came? Why did the wild boar have a chaotic trail of blood behind him that stretched towards the cave, and the moment he touched the boar's abdomen, he understood it all. So when he met Qian Rui, he couldn't hide, and he couldn't hide. In Qian Rui's view, all this was a senseless resistance after he dragged the wild boar out of the cave and was discovered, but the little beggar knew that this was the guardian of life. The wild boar also seemed to know that someone would find it, but whether it was a man or a beast, she had to shed her last drop of blood and lie here, and the rest had to be left to goodness.

After the little beggar walked into the cave, a smell of blood hit the pavement, and the dim moonlight could not penetrate the cave much, so he had to crawl on the ground, and when his hand touched a small thing, he knew that he had guessed correctly. The hole was dark, and crawled all around, and six of the eight piglets had become cold, pouring cold water on the little beggar's warm heart.

The little beggar who crawled out of the cave, looked at the little piglets lined up on the ground by a little moonlight, put the two that were still hot on the side of the pool of blood in front of the cave, dipped them with his fingers, put them in the piglet's mouth, and looked at the moon in the sky, "Remember this taste, the book says, this is called love." ”

The moonlight was cold, and it shrouded the mountain bleakly. The poor man knelt on the ground, digging with his hands a nameless grave with six small figures buried in the grave, and a field of red leaves.