Chapter 813

I don't know how long later, little white fox heard a footstep from far to near, slowly coming towards it, and finally stopped in front of the trap it fell into.

"Why?" There's a young voice that makes a confused monosyllabic.

Then, a pair of hands opened the fallen leaves on its body, a white and beautiful face magnified in front of its eyes, it is a five or six-year-old boy, he is squatting in front of the trap, with a pair of watery eyes looking at it curiously.

"Wow! It's a little white fox Exclaimed the little boy.

Then with her hands carefully remove the remains of litter, hands carefully hold it out of the trap, small white fox is afraid to shrink into a small ball, shivering all over.

The little boy gently stroked it and whispered, "don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

Small white fox as if can understand the little boy's words, looked up at him, white ears erect, a shake.

The little boy immediately giggled happily: "little white fox, little white fox, can you understand me, right? If so, use your ears. "

Hearing this, little white fox shook his furry ears. The little boy opened his eyes and was surprised. He lowered his head and rubbed against the little white fox, but suddenly saw the wound on his leg.

"Oh! You were hurt. It must be very painful... A few days ago, my mother accidentally pricked her hand to bleed when she was doing needlework. I'll blow it for her, and then she won't hurt. I'll blow it for you, too. " The little boy with a distressed face puffed up his fleshy cheek and puffed on the little white fox's leg.

Small white fox feel a gust of wind blowing in the leg cool, it seems that the wound is not so painful, comfortable squint eyes.

"Why is it still bleeding? What should I do! My father is a doctor, but he is very powerful. Shall I take you home and let him treat you? " The little boy thought that his father was the most skilled doctor in the village, and he would have to be little white fox. Then he laughed happily again.

He carefully put the little white fox in his arms with both hands, wide sleeves to cover its small body tightly.

"But I have to hide you before I get home. There are some bad children in the village who bully small animals. Yesterday I saw them throw rhubarb with stones. Oh, I forgot to tell you that rhubarb is the dog of the village's grandfather. But don't be afraid, I will protect you! " Said the little boy with a firm face.

He picked up little white fox and ran out of the woods, across a small river, to a village ahead. Little white fox was covered to death by him. He couldn't see anything in his arms, but he felt at ease.

"Father, mother, I'm back!" The little boy ran into an old house and cried out.

The mother, who was doing embroidery work in the house, heard this and came out to have a look. She frowned and pulled the little boy to her side. She patted off the dirt on him and said in a low voice, "where have you been? Make disheartened, after a while your father came back to lecture you Huh? What do you have in your arms? Show me. "

The little boy released his arm, and then a small white hairy head came out of his arms, with big eyes looking at the strange environment.

"Why, fox? Where did you get a little white fox? " His mother asked in a low voice. He didn't mean to scold him, so he was relieved.

"I saw it in the woods. It was hurt. Mother, can you let dad cure it without driving it away?" The little boy still held the fox tightly and asked tentatively.

His mother sighed, touched his hair and said, "I can't decide this. I have to wait for your father to come back and ask him for advice. It's just... This little guy looks very pitiful. The wound on his leg should be not shallow. Why don't you feed it some water first? "

Hearing that his mother didn't object, the little boy was very happy and ran to his room with little white fox in his arms. Running into the room, he found an old dress he didn't wear from the cupboard, folded it neatly and spread it on the ground, and then put little white fox on it with ease.

The little boy went to the kitchen to get a small porcelain bowl and a steamed bread. He poured some water into the bowl and put it in front of little white fox. Little white fox was trapped in the trap. During the day, he was thirsty and hungry. He licked the water in the bowl anxiously and drank it up after three or two times.

"Drink slowly. I have a steamed bread here." The little boy smiles and gently touches the head of the little white fox. He has never touched such a cute little thing, hairy and soft. Little white fox put up his head and looked at him. He licked the palm of his hand. Suddenly, an itch came up and the little boy giggled again.

Then he broke the steamed bread into small pieces and fed them to little white fox. After half a day, he stopped.

"Little white fox, why are you so small? When I grow up, you will grow up, and then I can protect you? I'll never let you get hurt again. " Said the little boy to himself.

At this time, a sound of walking came to the room, the door creaked and was pushed open. It was the father who was out to treat people who came back.

"Dad, you're back!" The little boy rushed over and hugged his father.

"I support your mother. She said that you went out in the daytime and brought back a fox. Really?" Asked the father, pretending to be angry.

"... dad, don't drive little white fox away. He's hurt. Can you fix it for me? As long as you cure it, I'll... I'll never run out to play again? " The little boy raised his head and begged pitifully.

"OK, I won't drive it away, but you should concentrate on your study every day, don't put too much energy on it, and let it go back to the mountains after it's healed." The father held the boy's shoulder and said solemnly. The boy nodded and agreed.

So the father will be small white fox wound treatment clean, on the medicine, and then carefully bandaged. The little boy took good care of the little fox every day. He became more and more affectionate. He could eat and sleep without leaving his body. Day by day, the wound on the little fox's leg healed and he could walk normally again.

One day, the little boy and the little white fox were chasing and playing in a circle in the yard. His father came up to him, squatted down, gently stroked his hair, and said, "white fox has recovered, so it's time to let it go back to its own place. It's not suitable to stay here."

The little boy looked at his father, bowed his head and asked, "father, can't you leave it?"

The father said, "white fox has spirit. It's not right. Let it go back to the mountain. In the future, we may meet again. "

The little boy took the little white fox to the woods where they met, put it down gently, and then whispered to it, "go, my father said I can't keep you..."

Little white fox didn't move forward as if he couldn't hear him. He kept circling around him, rubbing his legs with his hairy head. After a while, he raised his head and called in a low voice. His voice was soft and full of begging for coquetry.

The little boy squatted down, stroked the white and shining hair of the little white fox, red eyes, choked and said: "if you are a person, we can live together, eat together, sleep together, go to school together. If you are a boy, be my brother and I will protect you. If you are a girl, be my bride and I will still protect you. "

Finish saying, small shoulder gently shake up, grievance of sob overflow from the throat. Little fox seems to understand his words, but also understand his mood at this time, close to him, gently licking his fingers with his tongue, warm, itchy. Squatting and crying for a while, the little boy stood up and held the little white fox in his arms. Then he went deeper into the woods and stopped at a place where he felt safe. Then he put down the little white fox and gently pushed it with his hand.

"You go. Don't let bad people catch you any more. It will hurt when you get hurt." Said the little boy softly.

Little white fox moved forward a little step, and then looked back at the little boy quietly, the little boy then urged it, it moved forward a little distance, and then looked back at him do not understand. Worried, the little boy picked up the stone beside him and hit him around, but he was very careful not to hit him. Frightened, the little white fox ran a distance and looked back at him. His beautiful eyes were full of sadness.

The little boy yelled in that direction: "you go! Don't come back

Little white fox took a deep look at him at last, and then ran to the depth of the forest without looking back. The tall Bush soon disappeared, until it disappeared completely. The shadow of a few birds in the woods, but there is no snow-white figure.

The little boy covered his chest with his hands, looked at the direction, and asked in a low voice, "will we see each other again in the future?"

A handsome young man was holding a yellowing book and leaning against the window with his cheek in his hand. He looked attentive, as if he was isolated from the things around him. As soon as the wind blows, a Wisteria flower on the climbing frame beside the window shakes with the wind. A petal gently falls on the childe's thick ink hair, but he doesn't feel it.

"Che'er, it's time to eat." The mother called outside the room, but after a long time there was no response, she went into the room. Seeing the purple petal that fell on his hair, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. He went to take down the petal for him.

Ling junche felt that there was a shadow over his head. Then he raised his head and said "ah" softly. Then he got up and saluted: "mother, I don't know when you came in. It's really..."

"Who let me have a nerd's son." Mother said with a smile.

Ling junche felt his nose embarrassed, and his white and handsome face was flushed.

Mother took his hand and patted: "go, eat, read also want to eat first, your father just came back."

"Is father's consultation going well today? I heard that the old man who sells calligraphy and paintings next door suddenly fell ill. I saw him alive the day before yesterday. How could he be so suddenly... "Ling junche sighed, feeling a little impatient.