Chapter 52
When the mournful sound of the bamboo flute sounded, not only Number Seven, but also Number Two was stunned. Even Number Six, who was playing alone, couldn't help but look over here.
Although the 8th lute was played intermittently and the pitch was not accurate, for a beginner it can be said to be a great improvement.
What's more, Number Seven had blown the flute like this before, but no matter how hard he blew, he never made any sound, so you can imagine how shocked he was when he heard the sound of Number Eight's flute.
The young man with wolf ears and a wolf tail held the flute horizontally and plucking it lightly with his fingertips. His posture was very professional, and coupled with his spirited expression, he was particularly contagious.
Especially, to the little white deer standing in front of him.
Number Seven stared blankly at the boy as he played the flute. All the sounds around him began to drift away, and the scene that was deeply hidden in his mind reappeared before his eyes.
In fact, his memory of this scene was already very vague.
It seemed that it happened when he was very young. Little White Deer remembered that he was lying in a small bed with toys hanging on it and railings around it. There was a person sitting next to him and playing the flute for him.
He didn't even remember whether the person was a man or a woman, or what their relationship was to him. He only remembered that the person had long silver hair and played the flute very nicely.
He was lying in his crib in a very good mood.
Whenever he thought of that scene, he would feel particularly happy and feel a sense of closeness to that person from the bottom of his heart.
So, when similar toys appeared in the activity room, he would choose it every time. It was not until today that No. 7 found out that this thing was called a flute.
He also realized that...
Someone could actually blow it, even though it wouldn't sound very good, but...but...
Number Eight, who was originally proud of his own flute playing and was ready to enjoy the little white deer's shocked and frustrated expression that had to believe it, watched helplessly as the little boy's eyes became redder and his mouth became sunken.
Finally, tears as big as beans rolled down from his blue-black deer eyes.
No. 7, who remained silent even after getting badly injured in a fight and who despised and mocked him every day, actually—
Crying!
The little wolf cub was extremely shocked. Looking at the child's tears that were like beads falling from a broken string, he couldn't help but feel at a loss.
"Hey! What...are you...doing?" Number 8 stuttered.
Number Seven pursed his lips, trying hard to hold back, but he just couldn't stop the emotions that surged in his heart. The sour feeling that he couldn't figure out why hit him in waves, making it impossible for him to control his tears.
“You…you…you blow so well…wuwuwu…”
The little boy couldn't bear it any longer, so he squatted on the ground, buried his face in his arms, and sobbed silently.
Although the little boy tried his best to hold back his tears, his shaking shoulders revealed the fact that he was crying.
Number 8 looked at the squatting child helplessly.
It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that Number Seven, who fought with him, provoked and mocked him every day, was actually so thin.
Look...it's even smaller than the tiny guy number three.
Number Eight just remembered that Number Seven seemed to be the second youngest among all their cubs, only slightly older than Number Five.
Number Eight scratched his hair.
他最不会应付这种情况了，五号就很爱哭，每次他把五号惹哭了，都得被四号揍，但四号很少真的揍疼他。
The worst beating he received was probably when he tore up Number Five's painting... However, although Number Five was very sad, he finally sobbed and pleaded for him, asking Number Four to let him go.
So from that time on, he didn't dare touch the little girl's paintings anymore. Besides not wanting to be beaten by Number Four, there was another reason, which was that he didn't want to see Number Five crying so sadly again.
And now, he made another one cry.
But he clearly didn't do anything! He just showed Number Seven how to play the flute, and he didn't even touch him!
The little wolf cub felt that he was going to die unjustly!
He opened his mouth, trying to say something to lighten the mood, but remembering that every time he spoke while Number Five was crying, she would cry even harder, he swallowed the words back.
So what should we do?
If Number Seven pounced on him, bit him, kicked him, and fought with him, the little wolf cub would still know how to deal with it. But this cry... really hit his sore spot.
The young boy scratched his head anxiously. When he turned around, he met a pair of reddish-brown tiger eyes. Seeing that No. 2 was looking at him, he subconsciously looked for help.
Number Two and Number Seven are close, so they should know how to stop him from crying, right?
However, Number Two was slightly stunned, somewhat unable to understand the look in the little wolf cub's eyes.
Number Eight, what is this...doing?
Why are you looking at him like that?
After receiving no response for a long time, the little wolf cub finally realized that it was Number Two, not the breeder...
Oh yes, the breeder!
The little wolf cub remembered what the keeper did when Number Five cried last time and he asked for help.
Although she still felt that the breeder's behavior was unreliable, No. 8 decided to give it a try. After all, No. 5 did stop crying at that time and even gave her precious hairpin to the breeder!
Treat a dead deer as if it were alive!
Number Eight squatted down in front of the little white deer.
Even though both of them were squatting, his body was obviously larger than No. 7's, completely blocking his body.
Number Seven is really small... Why did he fight with him before?
The little wolf cub scratched his head, and couldn't quite remember how he had fought with Number Seven in the past. It seemed like every time he was very angry and furious, and just wanted to retaliate.
but……
Number Seven just said he played the flute really well! Thinking of this, the little wolf cub's big tail began to wag involuntarily.
Number Seven squatted on the ground and buried his face in his arms.
He didn't want anyone to see him crying weakly. When the sudden wave of sadness subsided a little, he finally noticed that the surroundings seemed to have quieted down.
He could only hear the sound of monkey number six starting to play again, and apart from his distinctive high-pitched laugh, he heard no other movement.
The little white deer's ears, which looked like half a leaf, trembled slightly, and its silvery-white curls also trembled.
Let's not talk about number two for now. Given the personality of that big, stupid wolf number eight, how could he be so quiet when he saw him crying? The child sniffed softly and then quietly raised his head from his arms.
The first thing that came into his sight was a shadow on the ground, followed by a pair of baby shoes that were at least two sizes larger than his.
It goes without saying who these shoes belong to.
What is the big stupid wolf doing squatting in front of him?
Number Seven couldn't help but look up, and then he saw the little wolf cub squatting in front of him, with a pair of smiling green eyes and a tail wagging gently behind him, looking like he was in a good mood.
So, was Number 8 making fun of him?
Tears blurred his vision again, and Number Seven couldn't help biting his lip. Thinking about how he had just admitted that Number Eight played the flute very well and praised him sincerely, he felt endless humiliation in his heart.
He even couldn't help crying because of the Big Stupid Wolf's flute. What's worse, he was seen by Number Two and Number Six...
Number Seven didn't even dare to look at Number Two and Number Six. He was afraid of seeing their contemptuous looks, and even more afraid of being ignored by them.
He had been doing everything well, but now everything was messed up... The more No. 7 thought about it, the more bitter the feeling in his heart became, and he couldn't help but want to cry again.
No, I can't cry anymore.
He had to find a way to redeem his image. He couldn't let the other cubs think he was a weakling who could be bullied at will. He had to be strong and protect himself...
“Sizzle—”
Suddenly, the sound of cloth breaking was heard.
The little deer was startled and looked towards Number Eight. He saw that for some unknown reason, the boy suddenly grabbed the sleeve of his cub uniform and pulled it off with force.
Then the boy handed the torn rag to him.
Number Seven looked at him in confusion, and the tears that had just accumulated in his eyes finally turned into crystal tears and slid down from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing that the little boy didn't answer at all and just kept crying, Number Eight thought for a moment, stretched out his arm without any instruction, and then wiped the child's face with the rag in his hand.
The little wolf cub had never had tears wiped by anyone, so his actions were inevitably a little rough. Fortunately, the fabric of the cub clothes was soft, so it didn't hurt much when he wiped his face.
Even so, Number Seven was still startled by his action. After a moment of hesitation, he let go of the flute in his hand, raised his hand to grab the rag, and said with a stuttering voice, "What are you doing?"
The little boy had just cried, and his voice had a strong nasal tone. In addition, he was young, so although he spoke coherently, his voice was still childish.
Now it sounds milky and especially soft. Not only does it not have the sharpness and harshness of the past, it also sounds particularly cute.
The little wolf cub felt like he had discovered a new world. It turned out that Number Seven, who had eyes on top of his head and never gave up in a quarrel or a fight, had this side to him!
"To wipe your tears."
The little wolf cub clearly remembered that the last time No. 5 cried, the breeder was watching her from the side. When she cried less loudly, he handed her a handkerchief to wipe her face.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the habit of carrying a handkerchief with him, so he had to tear off his sleeve and make do with it.
It's all cloth anyway! They're all the same.
Number Seven held the rag in his hand, not knowing how to react for a moment. Every time they fought in the past, they would beat the other party until the head was broken and bleeding.
Big Stupid Wolf has never been so kind--
Of course, he had never cried before, but today... today was an accident!
The little boy showed a conflicted look on his face. He knew that he couldn't cry anymore and he had to wipe away his tears and snot as soon as possible, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to keep crying and snotting!
Being seen by Number Two and Number Six was already a dead end. If even the breeder saw him, he might lose his last ally...
Thinking of this, the little white deer quickly moved to the side, turned sideways so that No. 8 could not see his face, and then took the rag and tried to wipe his face clean.
After he wiped his face, he realized that something was wrong. He had a handkerchief with him, so why did he need to use the big stupid wolf's torn sleeve?
However, looking at the dirty rag in his hand and thinking of how Number Eight had just wiped his tears, Number Seven did not throw it back to Number Eight.
The wolf was unusually friendly today, and the little white deer couldn't help but wonder, could the keeper's advice really be right? Did his praise of Number Eight really help?
While Number Seven was thinking, the little wolf cub beside him was looking at him in a mysterious way.
He was just trying it out, but he didn't expect the little white deer to really stop crying!
The breeder is amazing!
The young boy squatted on the ground, supporting himself with his hands. Because he was much bigger than No. 7, he looked like a big dog squatting next to the little boy.
Even when he was squatting, he would move his ears and wag his tail from time to time and could not sit still at all.
The little wolf cub waited for a long time, and seeing that No. 7 didn't say anything, he couldn't help but move closer to the little boy and took the initiative to talk to him.
Two children, one big and one small, squatted side by side.
The older one has a big tail with thick, fluffy hair, and when he talks, his tail keeps wagging back and forth. The younger one has short silver hair and ears of the same color, and gives people a much quieter feeling.
Regardless of what the two people are talking about specifically, just looking at this picture, it is quite harmonious.
In a corner not far away, Number Two, who had been watching their movements, swung his long tiger tail again and again. Finally, he scratched his head in confusion with the tip of his tail.
Is it because he has been unconscious for too long that he cannot understand what is going on?
Just now, Number Seven suddenly started crying, and Number Eight, who had always been at odds with him, actually turned around and asked him for help? Now Number Seven suddenly stopped crying again, and... seeing the two of them squatting together, the little tiger cub was even more confused.
When did the relationship between Number 7 and Number 8 become so good?
When No. 2 was full of confusion, a small figure slowly came in from the door of the activity room, and while no one was paying attention, it slowly moved into the corner.
The child "looked" in the direction of number eight, then hugged his metal ball, tried to shrink his body into the shadows, and tried hard to reduce his presence.
Only after making sure that no one was paying attention to him - although No. 2 noticed him, he just glanced at him and then looked away - did the child slowly exhale.
very nice.
The black-haired boy relaxed his body and continued to play with his metal ball, immersed in his own world at ease.
Number Eight was completely unaware of the new cub in the room. He huddled next to the little deer and chuckled, "I heard everything just now. You said I played the flute well!"
Although No. 7 said it with a pout, No. 8 could hear it clearly. Then, he thought he understood why No. 7 was crying just now.
"Hahahaha, although I can play the flute better than you, you don't have to cry."
Number Eight patted the little white deer's shoulder and comforted him.
However, what he thought was comforting sounded completely different to the fawn.
The young boy was showing off as if he was very proud of himself, with his big tail raised high behind him. Just like what No. 7 had said to Su Ci before, the wolf cub was very proud after being praised.
His tone was full of pride, and his laughter, without any control over the volume, sounded particularly harsh and unpleasant to Number Seven's ears.
The child bit his lower lip tightly, feeling deeply humiliated and confused.
He didn't expect that he would fall into the most frightening and worrying situation by accident.
From now on, Big Stupid Wolf would definitely keep mocking him for crying out loud. After seeing his weak side, Number Two and Number Six would no longer ally with him... They would even join Number Eight in teasing and bullying him...
He was alone, he couldn't defeat them at all, even with the help of the breeder...
The little boy pursed his lips tightly.
The fear and anxiety about the future gradually enveloped the little white deer. Intense negative emotions surged, and his pupils, which were originally perfect round pupils of a human, began to slowly become flat and long.
In the wet eyes of the little deer, the original black color was quietly fading away and began to turn into dark blue.
And on his forehead, the two antlers with fine hairs, which looked round and cute, seemed to be gradually growing longer.
The fawn, who originally appeared harmless and weak, was becoming dangerous in its aura.
The surrounding temperature also began to drop.
Number 8, who had been squatting side by side with him, did not notice any change in the little white deer. Although he felt a little cold, he thought it was because he had torn off his sleeves.
He was still grinning happily because of Number Seven's praise.
No one noticed that an ice cone was slowly taking shape in No. 7's little hand.
cold……
So cold...
Number Seven knew that he had once again fallen into that cold world, a world where even blood and will could be frozen.
He knew it was dangerous, but at the same time, a voice in his ear kept telling him: Don't be afraid, don't resist, embrace the ice completely, become one with it. As long as he did this, no one would be able to hurt him anymore...
Yes, he wanted to wash away the shame he had just suffered. He wanted to prove to Number Two and Number Six that he was definitely not a loser who could only cry, be laughed at, and be slaughtered!
As the power of blood surged, a cold aura gradually rose from No. 7's body, and his thoughts became increasingly cold.
"Number Seven, do you feel a little cold?"
Just then, he heard the voice that should have disgusted him, speaking in his ear.
Then, a body as warm as a stove came close to him.
Number Seven narrowed his eyes slightly. At this distance, he could easily pierce the ice cone in his palm into the wolf cub's body and freeze all the blood in his body...
"Wow, it's really cold!"
The little wolf cub finally noticed something was wrong and said, "Is the weather bad again?"
Since arriving at the nursery, he realized that there are places where you can experience all four seasons in just one week!
The little white deer raised his hand and aimed the ice cone formed in his palm at the boy's abdomen. As long as he stabbed the ice cone, the big stupid wolf who laughed at him would pay the price!
However, the little wolf cub was faster than him.
The boy opened his arms and put his arm around his shoulders.
The little white deer frowned in confusion, and the next moment, he was embraced by the boy in his arms despite his cold body. The little wolf cub's warm and almost scalding body temperature wrapped him up.
What really made the little white deer stunned was——
Wrapped around him along with the boy's body temperature was...his big, fluffy, furry tail.
Because of its posture and size, the little white deer, which was two sizes smaller than the wolf cub, was almost embedded in the wolf cub's arms. Then, wrapped by his big furry tail, it resulted in...
His whole little face was buried in the soft, fluffy and warm hair!
So... so comfortable.
The little white deer, who originally had a cold and violent expression on his face, suddenly stopped in his beast transformation process. He even subconsciously buried his face deeper into the soft hair, and finally couldn't help rubbing it.
The little wolf cub didn't notice his little movement at all. He just felt shivering with cold at the moment.
This shouldn't happen!
In the past, when the weather got cold, the heating in the nursery would be turned on quickly. I have never experienced it being this cold. Could it be that the heater is broken?
The colder he felt, the tighter he hugged the little white deer.
For the little wolf cub, although he really hated Number Seven before and fought with him every day, after Number Seven praised him, he found that he didn't seem to hate him anymore.
and……
Number seven is really small!
How had he been able to do that before? The little wolf cub found that he really couldn't remember.
He didn't think he'd ever lost his mind before, did he? Why was his memory of the fight so hazy now?
That’s not right…
He could still remember the last fight when he choked Number Seven unconscious and almost bit his throat.
Speaking of this, the little wolf cub's expression became conflicted.
In his mind, a picture emerged -
Number Seven was held softly in the arms of the nanny robot, his face as pale as paper, and obvious red marks appeared on his slender neck, which seemed as if it would break if twisted.
He looked dying, as if he would die at any moment.
They had fought many times before, but never like this, or rather, he had never been so clear-headed at the end of a fight.
The little wolf cub hugged Number Seven's hand and began to tremble slightly. It seemed that he... really almost killed Number Seven.
Although he really hated Number Seven at that time, he never really thought of killing him.
He lowered his head slightly and was about to say something when he saw the marks on the child's neck that had not completely disappeared. The words he was about to say were choked.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the child's skin seemed to have turned a little whiter, and the bruises that had not yet dissipated became even more shocking, causing the little wolf cub to feel guilty for the first time.
He suddenly didn't know what to say.
The little wolf cub scratched his head and looked away subconsciously, but caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
He turned his head and saw that little guy No. 3 had appeared in the corner of the activity room at some point, playing with his metal ball.
The young boy couldn't help but wave to his new friend, "Number Three, aren't you cold? Come here, it's warm here!"
After his greeting, No. 3 did not respond. Instead, the little white deer, whose face was buried in the wolf's tail and surrounded by fur, came back to its senses in an instant.
He slightly clenched his fingers and gripped the sharp and hard ice cone in his hand, but his deer eyes, which had completely turned dark blue, revealed a hint of confusion in their coldness.
And Su Ci happened to walk in from outside the activity room at this time.
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