Chapter 52

When the humming sound of the bamboo flute sounded, not only No. 7, but also No. 2 was stunned. Even No. 6, who was playing alone, couldn't help but look over here.

Although No. 8 played the flute intermittently and the pitch was not accurate, as a beginner, it can be said that he had made great progress.

Moreover, No. 7 had played the flute like this before, but no matter how he played, he never made any sound. So when he heard the sound of No. 8's flute, you can imagine how shocked he was.

The boy with wolf ears and wolf tail held the flute horizontally, and flicked it lightly with his fingertips. His posture was very good, and coupled with his spirited expression, it was particularly contagious.

Especially, for the little white deer standing in front of him.

Number 7 stared blankly at the boy, watching him play 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. The 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 to him.

He didn't even remember whether the person was a man or a woman, or what the relationship between him and him was. He only remembered that the person had long silver-white hair and played the flute very nicely.

And he was in a very good mood lying in the small bed.

Whenever he thought of that scene, he would feel particularly happy and feel a kind 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. Until today, No. 7 knew that this thing was called a flute.

He also knew that...

there were really people who could blow it. Although it didn't sound very good, but... but...

No. 8, who was originally proud of his flute sound and was ready to enjoy the shocked and frustrated expression of the little white deer, watched with his eyes wide open as the little boy's eyes became redder and his mouth became more and more shriveled.

Finally, bean-sized tears rolled down from his blue-black little deer eyes.

No. 7, who kept silent even when he was seriously injured in a fight and despised and laughed at him every day, actually -

cried!

The little wolf cub was extremely shocked. Looking at the child's tears like beads that had broken off the string, he couldn't help but be at a loss.

"Hey! What... are you... doing?" Number 8 stuttered as he spoke.

Number 7 pouted, trying hard to hold back, but he just couldn't stop the surge of emotions in his heart. The sourness that he couldn't tell why hit him wave after wave, making him unable to control his tears at all.

"You... you... play really well... wuwuwu..."

The little boy couldn't hold it in any longer, squatted on the ground, buried his face in his arms, and sobbed silently.

Although the little boy tried his best to hold back and not cry out loud, his twitching shoulders still exposed the fact that he was crying at the moment.

Number 8 looked at the squatting figure of the child helplessly.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that Number 7, who fought with him every day, provoked and laughed at him every day, was so thin.

Looking ... it was even smaller than the No. 3.

The 8th was remembered. The No. 7 seemed to be the second in their cubs. The most ruthless time was probably that he torn off No. 5's paintings ... However, although No. 5 was very sad, he finally helped him to ask him and let him let him go. He

obviously did n't do anything! He just demonstrated to Number Seven how to play the flute, and he didn't even touch him! The little wolf cub felt that he was being wronged to death! He opened his mouth, trying to say something to ease the atmosphere, but thinking that every time he spoke when Number Five was crying, she would cry even harder, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. So what should he 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 ears and cheeks anxiously, and when he turned around, he met a pair of reddish-brown tiger eyes. Seeing that Number Two was looking at this side, he subconsciously showed a look for help. Number Two and Number Seven are close, so he should know how to stop him from crying, right? However, Number Two was slightly stunned, and he couldn't understand the look of the little wolf cub. What is Number Eight doing? Why is he looking at him like that? The little wolf cub, who hadn't received a response for a long time, finally realized that it was Number Two, not the keeper... Oh, yes, the keeper! The little wolf cub remembered what the keeper did when Number Five cried last time and asked for help. Although he still felt that the keeper's behavior was unreliable, Number Eight decided to give it a try. After all, Number Five did stop crying and even gave her baby hairpin to the keeper! It's better to treat a dead deer as a living one! Number Eight squatted down in front of the little white deer. Even though they were both squatting, his body was obviously bigger than Number Seven's and could completely block his body. Number Seven is really small... Why did he fight with him before? The little wolf scratched his head, and couldn't quite remember how he fought with Number Seven before. It seemed that every time he was very angry and furious, and just wanted to hit him back. But... Number Seven just said that he played the flute very well! Thinking of this, the little wolf's big tail began to shake 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 sour emotion subsided a little, he finally noticed that the surroundings seemed to have quieted down.

He could only hear the sound of the monkey number six starting to play again. Apart from his distinctive shrill laughter, he did not hear any other movement.

The little white deer's ears, which looked like half a leaf, trembled slightly, and the silvery-white curls also trembled.

Not to mention number two, considering the personality of the 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 appeared in his sight was the shadow on the ground, followed by a pair of cub 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 7 couldn't help but raise his head, and then he saw the little wolf squatting in front of him, with a pair of smiling green eyes and a tail swaying behind him, looking in a good mood.

So, was Number 8 laughing at him?

Tears blurred his vision again, and Number 7 couldn't help biting his lip. Thinking of how he just admitted that Number 8 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 flute of the big stupid wolf. What's worse, he was seen by Number 2 and Number 6...

Number 7 didn't dare to look at Number 2 and Number 6. He was afraid of seeing their contemptuous eyes, and even more afraid of being ignored by them.

Obviously he had been doing very well, but now everything is messed up... The more No. 7 thought about it, the more bitter he felt in his heart, and he couldn't help crying

again. No, he couldn't cry anymore.

He had to find a way to redeem his image, and he couldn't let the other cubs think that he was a soft-footed shrimp who could be bullied at will. He had to be strong, he had to protect himself...

"Swish--"

Suddenly, the sound of cloth breaking was heard.

The little deer was startled and looked at No. 8, and saw that the boy suddenly grabbed the sleeve of his cub clothes for some reason and pulled it down hard.

Then, the boy handed the torn rag to him.

No. 7 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 take it at all and just cried, No. 8 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, who had never had his tears wiped by anyone, was inevitably a little rough in his actions, but fortunately the fabric of the cub's clothes was soft, so it didn't hurt much when it was wiped on the face.

Even so, No. 7 was still startled by his actions. After being stunned for a moment, he let go of the flute in his hand, raised his hand to grab the rag, and at the same time, he said with a stammer: "What are you doing?"

The little boy had just cried, and his voice was heavily nasal. In addition, he was young, so although he spoke fluently, his voice was still childish.

Now, it sounded like a baby, especially soft, not only without the sharpness of the past, but also very cute.

The little wolf cub felt like he had discovered a new continent. It turned out that the No. 7, who had eyes on the top of her head and never gave up in quarrels and fights, had this side!

"Wipe your tears."

The little wolf cub clearly remembered that the last time No. 5 cried, the keeper just watched her from the side, and when she stopped crying so 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 could only tear off the sleeves and make do with it.

It's all cloth anyway! They're all the same.

Number 7 held the rag in his hand, not knowing how to react for a moment. Every time they fought in the past, they would beat each other until they were bleeding.

The big stupid wolf had never been so kind before -

of course, he had never cried before, but today... today was an accident!

The little boy had a tangled look on his face. He knew that he couldn't cry anymore, and he had to wipe his tears and snot as soon as possible, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to have tears and snot all the time!

Being seen by number two and number six was already a helpless thing. If even the keeper saw it, he might lose his last ally...

Thinking of this, the little white deer quickly moved to the side, turned sideways to prevent number eight from seeing his face, and then took the rag and tried to wipe his face clean.

After wiping his face, he finally realized - no, he had a handkerchief with him, why did he use the old wolf's torn sleeve?

However, looking at the dirty rag in his hand and thinking about how No. 8 had just wiped his tears, No. 7 didn't throw it back to No. 8.

The old wolf was so friendly today, and the little white deer couldn't help but wonder, is the keeper's suggestion really right? Did he really praise No. 8?

While No. 7 was thinking, the little wolf cub next to him looked at him in wonder.

He was just trying it out, but he didn't expect the little white deer to really stop crying!

The keeper is really amazing!

The young boy squatted on the ground, supporting the floor with his hands. Because he was much bigger than No. 7, he looked like a big dog squatting next to a little boy.

Even though they were squatting, he would move his ears and wag his tail from time to time, and he couldn't sit still at all.

The little wolf waited for a long time, and seeing that No. 7 hadn't said anything, he couldn't help but move closer to the little boy and took the initiative to talk to him.

The two children, one big and one small, squatted side by side.

The big one had a big tail with thick and fluffy hair, and when he talked, his tail kept wagging back and forth. The small one had short silver-white hair and ears of the same color, which gave people a much quieter feeling.

Regardless of what the two were talking about specifically, just looking at this picture, it was still quite harmonious.

In a corner not far away, No. 2, who had been watching their movements, swung his thin tiger tail back and forth, and finally, he used the tip of his tail to scratch his head in confusion.

Is it because he has been in a state of confusion for too long that he cannot understand what is going on?

Just now, No. 7 suddenly started crying, and then No. 8, who had always been at odds with him, turned to him for help? Now No. 7 suddenly stopped crying, and... seeing the two of them squatting together, the little tiger couldn't understand it even more.

When did the relationship between No. 7 and No. 8 become so good? When

No. 2 was full of confusion, a small figure slowly walked 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 No. 8, then hugged his metal ball, and tried to shrink his body into the shadows, trying to reduce his presence.

The child let out a sigh of relief when he was sure that no one was paying attention to him. Although No. 2 noticed him, he only glanced at him and looked away. That

's great.

The black-haired boy relaxed his body and continued to play with his metal ball, immersed in his own world.

No. 8 didn't notice that there was another cub in the room. He squeezed next to the little deer and laughed, "I heard it just now. You said I play the flute well!"

Although No. 7 said it with a smirk, No. 8 could hear it clearly. Then, he thought he understood why No. 7 was crying just now.

"Hahaha, although I can blow better than you, you don't have to cry."

Number 8 patted the little white deer's shoulder and comforted him.

However, his self-proclaimed comfort sounded completely different to the little deer's ears. The

young boy seemed to be showing off with his big tail raised high, just like what Number 7 had said to Su Ci before, the wolf cub was very proud after being praised.

His tone was full of complacency, and his laughter without controlling the volume at all sounded particularly harsh and uncomfortable to Number 7'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 fearful and worrying situation by accident.

From now on, the big stupid wolf will definitely keep making fun of him for crying. After seeing his weak side, No. 2 and No. 6 will no longer ally with him... They will even make fun of and bully him together with No. 8...

He is alone, he can't beat them at all, even with the help of the keepers...

The little boy pursed his lips tightly.

Fear and anxiety about the future gradually enveloped the little white deer, and intense negative emotions surged. His two round pupils, which originally belonged to humans, began to slowly become flat and long.

In the wet eyes of the little deer, the original black color also faded quietly and began to change to dark blue.

On his forehead, the two cute and round antlers with fine hairs seemed to be growing longer.

The fawn, who seemed harmless and weak, was becoming dangerous.

The temperature around him began to drop.

Number Eight, who had been squatting side by side with him, did not notice the change in the little white deer at all. 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 compliment.

No one noticed that in Number Seven's little hand, an ice cone was slowly forming.

Cold...

so cold...

Number Seven knew that he had once again fallen into that cold world, a world that could freeze even blood and will.

He knew it was dangerous, but at the same time, there was a voice in his ear that kept telling him: Don't be afraid, don't resist, embrace the ice completely, and merge with the ice. As long as he did this, no one would be able to hurt him in the future...

Yes, he wanted to wash away the shame just now, and he wanted to prove to No. 2 and No. 6 that he was definitely not a waste who could only cry, be laughed at and slaughtered!

With the surge of blood power, the cold breath gradually rose on No. 7's body, and his thoughts became more and more indifferent.

"No. 7, do you feel a little cold?"

At this moment, he heard the voice that should make him feel disgusted, saying in his ear.

Then, a body as warm as a furnace approached him.

Number 7 narrowed his eyes slightly. At this distance, he could easily pierce the ice cone on his palm into the wolf cub's body and freeze all the blood in his body...

"Wow, it's really cold!"

The wolf cub finally realized that something was wrong. He said, "Is the weather bad again?"

Since he came to the nursery, he realized that in some places, you can experience all four seasons in 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 pierced the ice cone, this big stupid wolf who laughed at him would pay the price!

However, the wolf cub's actions were faster than him.

The boy opened his arms and grabbed his shoulders.

The little white deer frowned in confusion, and the next moment, the boy embraced him, and the wolf cub's warm body temperature wrapped him up.

What really stunned the little white deer was that

the boy's body temperature wrapped him up, and... his big, fluffy, plush tail.

Because of the posture and body size, the little white deer, who was two sizes smaller than the wolf cub, was almost embedded in the wolf cub's arms, and then wrapped by his big, fluffy tail, resulting in...

his whole little face being buried in the soft, fluffy, and warm hair!

So... so comfortable.

The little white deer, who had a cold and angry face, suddenly stopped the process of animalization. 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 action at all. He just felt that he was shivering with cold at the moment.

This shouldn't be!

In the past, when the weather turned cold, the heating would be turned on quickly in the nursery. It has never been so cold. Is the heating broken?

The colder he felt, the tighter he hugged the little white deer.

For the little wolf cub, although he really disliked No. 7 and fought with him every day, after No. 7 just praised him, he found that he didn't seem to dislike him anymore.

And...

No. 7 is really small!

How could he have done that to him before? The little wolf cub found that he really couldn't remember.

He didn't think he had a time when his mind was not clear before? Why is it that when he recalls it now, the memory of the fight is so vague?

That's not right...

He could still remember the last time they had a fight, when he strangled Number Seven until he fainted and almost bit his throat.

Speaking of this, the wolf cub's expression became tangled.

In his mind, a picture emerged -

Number Seven was softly held in the arms of the nanny robot, his face was as pale as paper, and there were obvious red marks on his thin neck that seemed to break if it was squeezed. He

looked dying, as if he would die at any time.

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 wolf cub hugged Number Seven's hand and trembled slightly. It seemed that he...really almost killed Number Seven.

Although he really hated Number Seven at that time, he had never really thought of killing him.

He lowered his head slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw the stranglehold on the child's neck that had not completely disappeared, and the words he wanted 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 disappeared became more shocking, making the little wolf cub feel guilty for the first time.

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

The little wolf cub shook his head and looked away subconsciously, but he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and saw that the little guy Number Three had appeared in the corner of the activity room at some point, playing with his metal ball.

The young boy waved to his new friend, "No. 3, aren't you cold? Come here, it's warm here!"

After he called out, No. 3 didn't respond, but the little white deer, whose face was buried in the wolf's tail and surrounded by fur, came back to his senses instantly.

He slightly clenched his fingers and squeezed the sharp and hard ice cone in his hand, but the deer eyes, which had completely turned into a dark blue, showed a trace of confusion in the coldness.

And Su Ci, just at this time, walked in from outside the activity room.