Tonight's events are particularly numerous, but now it's finally quiet. Some people couldn't resist their drowsiness and went to sleep, yawning, while others, still energetic, continued to sip their bowls of hot water.
On a night , drinking some hot water is so wonderful.
Hearing the sentiment from the Senior Eldest Brother, Han Cheng couldn't help but smirk inwardly, thinking, without alcohol. If there were alcohol and he let the Senior Eldest Brother take a few sips, wouldn't he be even more intoxicated?
Thinking of alcohol, Han Cheng couldn't help but lick his lips. He wasn't particularly fond of drinking before, but now he couldn't help but miss the burning sensation of fifty-six degrees sorghum liquor sliding into his stomach like a knife.
Outside, it's the time just before dawn. Because the moon hasn't disappeared, it doesn't seem very dark, but the unique tranquility and comforting atmosphere before dawn envelops everything.
Inside the deer pen, the orange firelight flickers slightly, and the warm clay pot, tea bowls, people squatting around the fire, standing, lying down, nursing, or ruminating deer and lambs snuggled together, quietly observing the firelight…
All of this is frozen before dawn, a quiet and beautiful scene that makes one feel intoxicated, with an impulse to shed tears…
The tea bowl falls, warm water soaking the ground, white smoke rising.
The startled Senior Eldest Brother and others looked at the dazed Divine Child. Not far away, Hei Wa reached out to pick up the unbroken tea bowl that had fallen on the ground, intending to hand it to the shaman, but seeing the Divine Child’s blank expression, he ultimately didn't disturb him.
The tranquility inside the deer pen is restored, but compared to the previous heartfelt tranquility, this calm seems to suppress something, and everyone seems to be anticipating something.
The wailing sound rises again, although not very clear. More people hear it this time.
There's a slight explosion from the burning firewood in the fire; a few sparks leap out, drawing arcs and falling to the ground, causing the flames to sway slightly.
Han Cheng's tense heart also trembles fiercely with this slight sound of flames.
He stands up abruptly, rushing out of the deer pen, out of the deer enclosure, and heading straight for the gate.
The Senior Eldest Brother and others also follow closely behind…
Approaching the gate, the clear wailing can be heard, and the faint sound of the gate being clawed.
The person responsible for standing guard behind the front wall also notices the movement, leaning out to look toward the gate, and recognizes some familiar silhouettes.
Just as he is about to call out in surprise, he sees the Divine Child and others rushing out like the wind from the deer pen.
Perhaps sensing Han Cheng and the other's presence, the urgency of the paw scratching the door becomes even more pronounced after they approach.
Han Cheng runs up to the door, and he sees a familiar figure through the small gap in the wooden door. The faint worry in his heart finally dissipates completely.
He raises his foot slightly, unlatches the door, and pulls it open.
As soon as the door opens a crack, the guy outside has already squeezed in. He bounces and jumps around Han Cheng, making cheerful grunting noises in his mouth.
A wolf that exhibits no ‘wolf-like' behavior , besides Fu Jiang, who seems to have deviated further and further from the nature of wolves, there is no other wolf.
Han Cheng had fantasized many times before about Fu Jiang's sudden return and his joyful appearance, but now it's somewhat different from his imagination.
Fu Jiang's joy at being found again quickly subsided, replaced by anger. So, the joyful Fu Jiang, still wagging his tail, received several kicks on his butt.
With a downcast and despondent look, Fu Jiang squatted on the ground, resembling a child who had done something wrong, which made Han Cheng both angry, amused, and somewhat distressed.
Fu Jiang, who had just looked pitiful, immediately revived as if charged with electricity.
The fire inside the deer pen burned brighter. The Senior Eldest Brother and others looked at this guy who had been missing for several days and had returned, feeling extremely happy. They had long been accustomed to Fu Jiang's presence.
The Deer Lord, who had no idea how many times he had become a father, also came over, lowered his head, and butted Fu Jiang's butt with his horns a few times, venting the loneliness of not having a sparring partner to practice with these past few days.
Fu Jiang naturally didn't hesitate to fight back, and the two guys greeted each other in their way.
Han Cheng pulled Fu Jiang over and examined him carefully in the firelight.
During this time, this guy had lost a lot of weight. If it weren't for the long fur on his body, his ribs would have been visible.
His fur also looked dull, and there were some wounds on his front and left hind legs, but they weren't serious; they had all healed and scabbed over.
After experiencing the joy of returning, Fu Jiang appeared very tired. He lay beside Han Cheng's feet, occasionally rubbing his head against Han Cheng's calf.
This guy, could it be that he, like the Deer Lord, went off to have some fun?
Watching Fu Jiang's condition, Han Cheng suddenly had this thought, and the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
Apart from this thing that could temporarily cloud his judgment, Fu Jiang had no reason to leave the tribe where he had lived since childhood.
But this dog is female!
After thinking for a while, Han Cheng still let Fu Jiang stand up and, after looking at his hind legs for a while, indeed found clues. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing silently. It turns out that this matter of being swayed by beauty and forgetting loyalty can happen anywhere.
Then he felt happy again. With Fu Jiang , wouldn't his tribe have a bunch of little Fu Jiangs soon?
It's time to cultivate them all. Whether it's hunting or herding, they'll be good at it.
As the sky brightened, the Green Sparrow Tribe appeared very cheerful. Fu Jiang's sudden return dispelled all the clouds outside the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Although many people didn't sleep well last night, everyone's spirits were high under the stimulation of multiple events like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, the birth of the fawn, and Fu Jiang's return.
During joyful times, food is indispensable. The flames rose, steam billowed from the large pot, and a hearty breakfast was freshly served on the chilly morning.
Fu Jiang was hungry. After eating a lot, he finally stopped. After a comfortable stretch and a satisfied burp, he came to the courtyard and basked in the sun against the wall to rest. This sense of security is something that cannot be experienced outside.
After staying for a while, Han Cheng also returned to his room to catch some more sleep. He hadn't slept much at all last night.
Now that the dog has returned and his mind is at ease, he lies on the bed and quickly falls asleep.
It wasn't until the afternoon that he woke up, stretching lazily and feeling that this quiet time was quite nice.
Tonight's events are particularly numerous, but now it's finally quiet. Some people couldn't resist their drowsiness and went to sleep, yawning, while others, still energetic, continued to sip their bowls of hot water.
On a night , drinking some hot water is so wonderful.
Hearing the sentiment from the Senior Eldest Brother, Han Cheng couldn't help but smirk inwardly, thinking, without alcohol. If there were alcohol and he let the Senior Eldest Brother take a few sips, wouldn't he be even more intoxicated?
Thinking of alcohol, Han Cheng couldn't help but lick his lips. He wasn't particularly fond of drinking before, but now he couldn't help but miss the burning sensation of fifty-six degrees sorghum liquor sliding into his stomach like a knife.
Outside, it's the time just before dawn. Because the moon hasn't disappeared, it doesn't seem very dark, but the unique tranquility and comforting atmosphere before dawn envelops everything.
Inside the deer pen, the orange firelight flickers slightly, and the warm clay pot, tea bowls, people squatting around the fire, standing, lying down, nursing, or ruminating deer and lambs snuggled together, quietly observing the firelight…
All of this is frozen before dawn, a quiet and beautiful scene that makes one feel intoxicated, with an impulse to shed tears…
An indistinct sound breaks the peaceful scene.
The tea bowl falls, warm water soaking the ground, white smoke rising.
The startled Senior Eldest Brother and others looked at the dazed Divine Child. Not far away, Hei Wa reached out to pick up the unbroken tea bowl that had fallen on the ground, intending to hand it to the shaman, but seeing the Divine Child’s blank expression, he ultimately didn't disturb him.
The tranquility inside the deer pen is restored, but compared to the previous heartfelt tranquility, this calm seems to suppress something, and everyone seems to be anticipating something.
The wailing sound rises again, although not very clear. More people hear it this time.
There's a slight explosion from the burning firewood in the fire; a few sparks leap out, drawing arcs and falling to the ground, causing the flames to sway slightly.
Han Cheng's tense heart also trembles fiercely with this slight sound of flames.
He stands up abruptly, rushing out of the deer pen, out of the deer enclosure, and heading straight for the gate.
The Senior Eldest Brother and others also follow closely behind…
Approaching the gate, the clear wailing can be heard, and the faint sound of the gate being clawed.
The person responsible for standing guard behind the front wall also notices the movement, leaning out to look toward the gate, and recognizes some familiar silhouettes.
Just as he is about to call out in surprise, he sees the Divine Child and others rushing out like the wind from the deer pen.
Perhaps sensing Han Cheng and the other's presence, the urgency of the paw scratching the door becomes even more pronounced after they approach.
Han Cheng runs up to the door, and he sees a familiar figure through the small gap in the wooden door. The faint worry in his heart finally dissipates completely.
He raises his foot slightly, unlatches the door, and pulls it open.
As soon as the door opens a crack, the guy outside has already squeezed in. He bounces and jumps around Han Cheng, making cheerful grunting noises in his mouth.
A wolf that exhibits no ‘wolf-like' behavior , besides Fu Jiang, who seems to have deviated further and further from the nature of wolves, there is no other wolf.
Han Cheng had fantasized many times before about Fu Jiang's sudden return and his joyful appearance, but now it's somewhat different from his imagination.
Fu Jiang's joy at being found again quickly subsided, replaced by anger. So, the joyful Fu Jiang, still wagging his tail, received several kicks on his butt.
With a downcast and despondent look, Fu Jiang squatted on the ground, resembling a child who had done something wrong, which made Han Cheng both angry, amused, and somewhat distressed.
Fu Jiang, who had just looked pitiful, immediately revived as if charged with electricity.
The fire inside the deer pen burned brighter. The Senior Eldest Brother and others looked at this guy who had been missing for several days and had returned, feeling extremely happy. They had long been accustomed to Fu Jiang's presence.
The Deer Lord, who had no idea how many times he had become a father, also came over, lowered his head, and butted Fu Jiang's butt with his horns a few times, venting the loneliness of not having a sparring partner to practice with these past few days.
Fu Jiang naturally didn't hesitate to fight back, and the two guys greeted each other in their way.
Han Cheng pulled Fu Jiang over and examined him carefully in the firelight.
During this time, this guy had lost a lot of weight. If it weren't for the long fur on his body, his ribs would have been visible.
His fur also looked dull, and there were some wounds on his front and left hind legs, but they weren't serious; they had all healed and scabbed over.
After experiencing the joy of returning, Fu Jiang appeared very tired. He lay beside Han Cheng's feet, occasionally rubbing his head against Han Cheng's calf.
This guy, could it be that he, like the Deer Lord, went off to have some fun?
Watching Fu Jiang's condition, Han Cheng suddenly had this thought, and the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
Apart from this thing that could temporarily cloud his judgment, Fu Jiang had no reason to leave the tribe where he had lived since childhood.
But this dog is female!
After thinking for a while, Han Cheng still let Fu Jiang stand up and, after looking at his hind legs for a while, indeed found clues. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing silently. It turns out that this matter of being swayed by beauty and forgetting loyalty can happen anywhere.
Then he felt happy again. With Fu Jiang , wouldn't his tribe have a bunch of little Fu Jiangs soon?
It's time to cultivate them all. Whether it's hunting or herding, they'll be good at it.
As the sky brightened, the Green Sparrow Tribe appeared very cheerful. Fu Jiang's sudden return dispelled all the clouds outside the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Although many people didn't sleep well last night, everyone's spirits were high under the stimulation of multiple events like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, the birth of the fawn, and Fu Jiang's return.
During joyful times, food is indispensable. The flames rose, steam billowed from the large pot, and a hearty breakfast was freshly served on the chilly morning.
Fu Jiang was hungry. After eating a lot, he finally stopped. After a comfortable stretch and a satisfied burp, he came to the courtyard and basked in the sun against the wall to rest. This sense of security is something that cannot be experienced outside.
After staying for a while, Han Cheng also returned to his room to catch some more sleep. He hadn't slept much at all last night.
Now that the dog has returned and his mind is at ease, he lies on the bed and quickly falls asleep.
It wasn't until the afternoon that he woke up, stretching lazily and feeling that this quiet time was quite nice.