Chapter 150： Roger Story 12

Only at this time did Roger dare to hug this child without any scruples. He was reluctant to approach this unusually silent child because of Ambu and his own reasons, but it was not yet to the point of hatred. It was also born in July of his pregnancy, but although this child is young, he can already see that his feelings are too sensitive, or too heavy.

This child has eager expectations for everyone in the family. Xia goes out to play. In the evening, he will wait at the intersection. As long as Xia talks to him, he is very happy. Every time An Sen and An Luo go out hunting, He followed him far away until he was discovered and sent him back. For himself, let alone, he would never push him, never go out to play.

Roger is very afraid that one day he will leave, this child will not be able to bear it. Instead of that, it is better to be more distant now. The more you gain, the more painful it will be to lose. Maybe let him remember that there is someone who doesn't love him, he grows up It will be better when he is sensible, and Moya also needs to learn to be independent. He is an orc, and one day he will have to take on his own responsibilities.

"Moya, you have to be strong quickly, so that I can feel at ease when I leave." These two children are destined to not be able to take one of them, they belong to this world.

I have to say that Roger has the rational and indifferent side of most men. Once a good decision is made, he will definitely implement it to the end, so for a long time in the future, Moya still does not get the slightest warmth from Roger that belongs to Ah Mo, but Fortunately, there is an uncle Ambu who loves him the most. He can teach him how to speak, bring delicious food, and teach him hunting skills.

In this way, the days passed in a dull way, and Moya was two years old in the blink of an eye. He still doesn't speak fluently and stumblingly, but he didn't speak much, and only occasionally came out, so the people in the tribe Most of them don't know that there is something wrong with Moya's speech in Patriarch Anluo's family.

What broke the peace was that it was a sultry summer afternoon, and it might rain heavily. For several days in a row, the weather was sultry and hot. Roger tugged at his neckline and shook the big fan made by An Luo in his hand. No matter what, even the wind is hot.

Xi Ya stayed home all day long. Looking out the window, Mo Ya was taking a nap in the shade of the shady reeds by the stream. Roger also decided to take a cold bath and take a nap, hoping that the rain would stop when he woke up. . He stacked the blueprints on the table and pressed them down with a piece of wood. The drawings were almost finished, and he was almost there. He dug through the secret passage in the forbidden area, but the secret passage turned out to be a huge stone gate at the end. At the bottom of the stone gate, there is a gentle white light shining through. There must be something hidden behind the stone gate. He has an intuition. Maybe all the secrets are in the passage behind the stone gate, but he has searched every corner of the stone gate and has not opened it. This is a big problem, and with his own strength, it is impossible to destroy Shimen. He had to find a way to get behind the stone gate.

The wind was blowing on the grassland, and the large dark clouds in the east were pressing down. Mo Ya felt a little cold, and rubbed her eyes to wake up.

"Dad is asleep." As soon as Moya came in to see that Roger was sleeping, she lightened her steps sensible.

"My Ah Mei is indeed the most beautiful in the tribe." Mo Ya squatted on the head of the bed, seeing that Roger was sound asleep, her dark green eyes flashed, and she slowly moved her brain to Ah Mei's lips When he got together, he saw that A-Me had kissed his brother, but he had never kissed him.

As soon as I touched it, Roger might feel itchy, so he frowned and turned his face to the side, Moya was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. After a while, seeing that Roger didn't wake up, he stretched out his small paw to touch the blanket. The place where I kissed, the simple and pure satisfaction floated in my eyes.

The window was not closed, and the paper on the table that was blown by the wind quickly aroused Mo Ya's curiosity. Seeing that Ah Mei was looking at those things every day, not knowing what they were, he climbed out of the bed, jumped on the bench, and finally jumped. Going to the table, the table is too high for the current Moya, so although he reluctantly got up, but he didn't stand firm, he suddenly jumped, the wood pressed on the paper was knocked away, and the paper floated everywhere in the wind. , those that were lucky not to be scattered were also soaked by the poured black ink. Moya knew that he was in trouble. Normally, Amo wouldn't let him and his brother touch these papers. He hadn't changed into a human form, so he hurriedly cleaned up his four little claws. They were all dark, but his black fur was not very conspicuous, but the tabletop was different, full of muddy paper and ink.

"What did you do?" Roger opened his eyes and saw the situation. He was very angry. He stepped off the bed in one step. This was his hard work for more than two years, and it was all his hope of returning home. Today, it was destroyed by this. How could he not be angry with the child.

"Dad..." Mo Ya shouted timidly, he knew it was wrong.

"Go away." Roger yelled at him, "Let you stay away from me, how many times have I told you." The ones on the table are obviously unusable. The only ones on the ground are only a small part of the passage. Can't get up.

"Dad..." Moya saw that one was about to fly out, so she hurriedly jumped down and chased after it, holding it down with her paws, but his paws were already stained with ink, and this time, the picture on the paper was marked by his paw prints. covered.

"Don't you think the trouble you've caused me isn't enough?" Roger waved him away, in a fit of anger, he didn't do anything serious, and Mo Ya's small body flew towards the corner of the cabinet.

Roger reacted and was shocked, "Moya..."

Mo Ya quickly got up from the ground, Roger thought he was going to cry, but he just opened his eyes wide and didn't say a word.

Roger couldn't bear to look any more, turned his head and said, "Let's go to the street to find brother to play, Dad will clean up this place."

Mo Ya walked very happily this time, but Roger, who was used to him dawdling around her, was a little uncomfortable.

In the middle of the afternoon, the elders of the tribe sent people from house to house to inform them that there was going to be a big storm on the grassland in the past two days. Try not to leave the tribe, especially now that most of the orcs in the tribe have gone out, and there are more females and children left. .

Roger checked the doors and windows, and fixed them with wooden sticks. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, he went out to find the two brothers. Xia promised to play under the water bag trees around the corner today. The water bag trees are A tree species unique to the leopard grasslands. During the rainy season, its branches grow soft and strong, and the water is stored in it. The tree will bear large, delicious and juicy fruits. The leaves are very good for cooking and seasoning. Even the paper used by Roger is made of the bark of this tree. According to Dr. Qing Qiao, many parts of this tree can be used as medicine.

As soon as Roger got there, he saw Xi Ya leading a group of people jumping up and down the tree, he shouted, Xi Ya grabbed a branch and jumped down, "Dad, look at these leaves are very tender, I'll give it to Uncle Suri later, he will definitely like it." As long as Anson and Anbu are not at home, they usually eat together with the Suri family.

Roger looked around and didn't see Mo Ya's figure, so he asked, "Where's your brother?"

Xia wondered: "Moya didn't come." Moya didn't like to come out to play, he just liked to follow Ah Mo.

Only then did Roger feel that something was wrong. He took Xi Ya home and the other children were led back by their respective Ah Me.

"Xiya, don't go out at home, it might rain heavily later, I'll go find Moya." Roger put down Xia.

"Ah, I'm with you." Xia clutched the corner of his clothes.

"No, you have to stay at home. In case Moya runs back by herself later, remember to watch over him and don't let him go out again." Roger instructed.

Xi Ya nodded.

The wind was stronger outside, and a huge storm was imminent.

"Moya..."

"Moya, I'm dad..."

"Moya..."

"..."

Roger knew that Moya didn't go to the tribe alone, so he went straight to the grassland as soon as he came out. But the grassland is too big, he really doesn't know where to look, and he is not as sensitive as an orc's sense of smell.

"Xiya, is Moya coming back?" Roger couldn't find anyone, so he went home to have a look.

"No, ah."

It was obviously half afternoon, and the sky was already pitch black. Roger licked his lips, and before he had time to take a sip of water, he took a sackcloth and prepared to go out again. It was raining outside, which made him even more anxious. Sui, if he really encounters any danger, he doesn't even have the ability to fight back, "Xiya, do you know where Moya usually likes to go to play?" Until then, he had to admit that he ignored this child too much.

"Moya only likes to walk on the grassland by himself."

Xia's words made Roger very uncomfortable.

"By the way, I've seen Uncle Anbu take Moya to play on the eastern grassland before."

"Uncle Ambu?"

"Yeah, Uncle Anbu loves Moya very much." The pain made him a little jealous. After all, Uncle Anbu used to love him the most, but Moya was his younger brother, so he was no longer angry.

"Okay, you can wait at home." Roger put on his mino jacket, put on his hat, and turned to go out.

This time, with a rough target in mind, Roger went straight to the east to find it, but the wind was too strong, he was walking against the wind, and he could hardly stand still. Not sure, the grass was wet and slippery, and Roger had fallen numerous somersaults, and the shroud on his body had become heavy.

"Moya...I'm dad...Where are you, I heard the answer."

"Moya..."

Roger shouted hoarsely, but in this thunderstorm, the sound did not spread very far.

"Moya...uh..." Roger's right foot sank into a puddle on the grassland, and a sharp pain came from his foot, which must have been a sprained foot.

Roger frowned, holding his leg and pulling it out. Just this small movement made him gasp in pain, but he didn't know how to straighten his bones, so he could only cut some cloth strips from the hem of his clothes to hold it tightly. He snapped a relatively sturdy branch off a nearby low tree, sanded it a little, and used it as a crutch.

"Moya..."

It was always dark, and Roger didn't know how long he had been gone. His left leg was numb, and his right foot was swollen and painful, but where did Mo Ya go? He's still so small.

"Moya, where are you? Come out." Roger didn't have much strength, he decided to stop for a while at the hill in front of him. Unsteady on one foot, he fell heavily to the ground and didn't get up for a while.

"Dad..." A familiar shout came from behind Xiaoshanbao.

Roger wondered if he had hallucinations in the heavy rain, is it really Moya? He shouted in that direction: "Moya, I'm dad."

A small round head protruded from the back of the mountain bag, which had been soaked by the rain, and the black fur was obedient.

Roger was crawling over, and his right foot was no longer able to use strength. Halfway through, Moya rushed into his arms crying.

Roger hugged and leaned against the west side of the hill, the rain would definitely not be able to stop it, at least it could block the wind, he put Moya in his arms and wrapped it in his arms, he said in pain and anger, "How dare you run to this place yourself. So far away? Not going back when it rains?"

Mo Ya put her head on Roger's chest and said in a muffled voice, "Dad... angry... wait... Uncle Anbu will pick me up."

Roger blinked his eyes, and finally managed to shed the tears from his eyes. He didn't want to cry in front of the child, so he hugged Moya tighter and said, "Moya is good, my father is not angry. It's my father's fault, and he is messing with Moya. loose the temper."

"Dad..." The child's clear eyes immediately showed joy.

You can't stay here for a long time, and the rain can't stop for a while. The two of them must be freezing after sitting for a long time. They must find a place to shelter from the rain.

Roger carried Moya, leaned on crutches, and searched everywhere. It was impossible to find a cave in the vast and flat grassland. On the contrary, there was a long ravine a hundred meters away from the mountain, under which the bushes and shrubs were extremely dense, and there might be a place to shelter from the rain. Roger chose a place with gentler terrain to slide down, and Moya hugged him tightly. I dare not let go of my claws.

The bottom of the gully is very humid because there is no sunlight all the year round, but the rain here is indeed much less, the rain drips from the dense leaves, and there are some small animals under the tree that are sheltering from the rain, smelling the breath of the orcs. They all fled.

I don't know how long the rain will last. Roger hugged Mo Ya and sat on the wet and heavy minion that he had taken off.

"dad?"

"Well? Is Moya cold?" Roger lowered his head and asked.

"Headache."

Is it a cold? Roger tried his body temperature, it wasn't high, on the contrary it was quite cold.

"Where does it hurt? Moya?"

Mo Ya raised her small paw and tapped the front right side of her forehead.

"Look, Dad." Roger gently brushed away the wet fur, but it was too dark to see, but the place seemed to be swollen, and his fingers were stained with blood. In this position, he suddenly seemed to be strangled by someone's throat, and when he spoke again, his voice became hoarse, "I'm sorry, Moya, it's my father's fault... I'm sorry..." This was hurt when he bumped into the cabinet at the time.

"Dad, touch."

Roger covered his eyes with one hand, he felt that he was about to be unable to face simple children.

"Dad, touch." Moya asked again in a low voice,

"Dad will give you a whirl, and the pain will soon be gone."

Mo Ya took the initiative to put her big head in Roger's arms.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late, the child was willing to be so close to him, Roger gently helped blow, the night was getting heavier and heavier, Mo Ya was lying in her father's arms for the first time, rubbing secretly, thinking that Nobody noticed.

Suddenly, Mo Ya raised her ears vigilantly and jumped out of Roger's arms.

"What's wrong, Moya?" Roger asked softly, the orc's hearing has always been sharp, even if Moya was young, it was much better than his own, he must have heard something suspicious.

Mo Ya was facing east, her big eyes staring round in the darkness. At this time, Roger also heard the sound of breaking branches and leaves stepping on the bushes that could not be concealed by the heavy rain. And listening to this movement, that thing is either big or numerous, no matter which one, they are not able to cope with this injury.

Roger didn't know where the power came from, he made a decisive decision, picked up Moya and ran away, panicking, but the movement behind him was getting bigger and bigger, he knew that those things were about to come, but he didn't have time to look back at all, he just tried his best not to. He stopped running and stepped on the air with his feet. Roger rolled down a smooth passage with his arms in his arms and landed on a dry ground. Roger saw that the things above were not chasing down, and Moya in his arms was fine. It got dark, and passed out. Roger's health was not very good at first, he spent most of the day looking for Moya in the rain, and even stabbed his foot, and when he ran in shock and fear, his physical strength had reached the limit.

As soon as Roger woke up, he went to touch Mo Ya in his arms. When he didn't touch it, he opened his heavy eyelids in a hurry. First, he was startled by the big hairy face in front of him. There was only curiosity and no malice in the gray eyes, and he was a little relieved.

This is a gray-backed and white-bellied animal that has always been about two meters high. It has round ears, round eyes, round nose, and round limbs. But the one in front of me is obviously still in its infancy. It belongs to a kind of bear, but it should not be an orc. He has never seen an orc of this size. It is too huge. Roger decided to temporarily call it a round bear. He had never heard of bears in the grasslands before.

"Moya?" Roger didn't want to stimulate the little round bear in front of him, so he called out to Moya softly.

Mo Ya got out from under the belly of the little round bear, yawned, and jumped into Roger's arms: "Dad."

"What's going on?" Roger still hadn't figured out the situation.

"Eat, Dad, eat." Mo Ya spread out her paws, holding a few small orange fruits inside.

"He gave it to you?" Roger pointed to the naive little round bear squatting in the back.

Moya nodded, and the little round bear also nodded stupidly.

As the ground shook for a while, Roger thought it was an earthquake. When he looked up, he realized that two bigger round bears had rolled down the passage they came from. No wonder the road was so smooth, with a hill-like body shape. I have to say that the difference is that the slightly smaller tail has a longer tail, the size of an orc slap, and the other tail is a small white ball.

The little round bear threw itself into their arms and acted coquettishly for a while. Roger guessed that it was its parents. The biggest round bear threw the prey on its back to the ground. It was a hippopotamus.

Maybe it was because they didn't have enough space between their teeth, and the little round bears liked to play with them. The two adult round bears didn't embarrass them. Maybe they regarded them as toys for the little round bears. They just wanted to give something to eat. Obviously it's impossible. The little round bear sometimes gives them what he can't eat. Roger gives it to Moya. He only drinks water and eats a little fruit.

Suri didn't see Roger bringing the two little guys over for dinner for two days, so he felt a little strange. He knocked on the door in the rain, only Xia was at home, and then he knew that Roger had been missing for two days, so he hurried to go When I went to the elder of the tribe, the elder heard that the female and child of the patriarch were missing, and Roger himself was a capable person, so he immediately sent the remaining orcs in the tribe to look for it, but he searched for four or five days in a row. There is no trace. Seven days later, Anson Anluo Ambu returned from hunting. Hearing about this, he rushed to the grassland to look for it like a madman, but found nothing, and went home and asked Xi Ya carefully.

Xia thought for a while, and told the situation of that day one by one. They also went east. Anbu saw Xiaoshanbao who often brought Moya to play, and his heart moved. According to common sense, it was raining that day. He would definitely take Moya back, unless there was an accident, he didn't dare to think about another possibility. He could only speculate that Roger took Moya to hide, and the closest place to hide was the deep ravine. .

They went down to the gully and found Roger's clothes. There was little rain below, and because Roger was running in a hurry, the clothes were scraped off by the branches. They followed the trail and quickly went down to the hole and found Moya and Luo Jay.

Roger was leaning on the belly of the little round bear to drink water. He drank too much water these days, and his whole body became edema.

An Luo hugged Roger. An Bu hugged Mo Ya, An Sen was about to attack the ignorant little round bear.

"Don't kill him, Anson, it didn't hurt us."

Anson said a name, but Roger didn't remember it clearly. It wasn't a bear. It was said to be a very cruel carnivore on the grasslands. their claws.

Roger came back and saw that the little round bear was still so cute. It wagged its tail and clumsily wanted to climb up the passage and follow them, but it was too small, and the passage was slippery. It climbed up again and again. Slip down again and again, and the movement of shaking the mountain not far away is getting closer and closer.

"They're back," said Roger.

"Let's go." Anson greeted, the orcs turned their wings and flew, and they saw the two big round bears below rushing back.

This time it was a near miss, but who can guarantee that it won't happen next time, An Luo decided to retire from the position of the patriarch after considering it again and again. The apparent reason was that he was not good at words, and he felt that he had done a good job in the coordination and communication of many things. It's not good enough, the most real reason is that this time he was really scared by Roger. If he wasn't the patriarch, he wouldn't have to go out every time he hunted, so that he and his brother would take turns at home, so he could take better care of Roger and the children. We, this dangerous situation will not arise.

An Sen thought about it and agreed, but they didn't want to give the position of patriarch to outsiders. After much deliberation, only Anbu was the only one. He was brave when hunting and saved the lives of his tribesman many times. The popularity is also good, and with their support, there should be few people who will object.

Ambu naturally would not object. He likes to keep himself busy every day, so that he will not expect things that are destined to be unavailable.

The matter was settled like this, but the official handover ceremony of the patriarch was still on the day of the festival, so An Luo had to be the patriarch for half a year.

If there is still a good aspect to this accident, it is that the relationship between Roger and Moya has been restored. Moya still likes to be by Roger's side, but now Roger will hug him, kiss him, bathe him, and brush his hair. Moreover, Mo Yaxue's ability to speak has obviously strengthened. He still doesn't speak much, but he speaks every word fluently, like all children of this age.

While Roger was drawing drawings, Moya would sleep on his lap. Roger touched his head, where there was a scar.

Roger came to this world in the fall of the fifth year.

Roger had a dream last night. It was a bad dream. He dreamed that his father came to say goodbye to him. He knew it was not a good sign. Maybe his father was dying. That responsibility also made him completely determined to leave.

While Ansen and Anluo were out hunting, Roger packed and saluted. Xia and Moya needed someone to take care of them. The first person he thought of was Anbu. Anbu didn't go this time. No matter what their relationship was, after all, Anbu. Bu is Moya's own father, so he should say it.

After listening to Roger's words, Ambu felt the unreal feeling that his worst nightmare for a long time had finally come true. He had made countless mental preparations, but only today did he realize that he would never be able to face Roger calmly. When he left, he paused and said, "I'll take you off."

"No, I can do it myself..."

"I'll send you off." Anbu repeated again, this time in a tougher tone, with a stern meaning that could not be rejected.

Roger sat by the bed all night and looked at these two children, one was four years old and the other was two years old. Moya had not yet changed shape. He didn't know what he would look like in the future. Unexpectedly, it was wooden and empty. He didn't wake up until he heard a knock on the door. He hurriedly grabbed the bag and turned around and ran.

Ambu touched the corner of his eyes, where there were still tears, "After dawn, Zhu Xi will come to pick up the two little guys."

"Let's go." Roger bowed his head, while it was still dark.

Ambu didn't ask anything along the way, followed Roger to the top of the temple, and saw Roger take out a black jade stone and turn around on it, and a secret passage appeared in front of them.

The days in the secret passage are dark and dark, and the two of them occasionally talk, but the parting is imminent, and the sour feeling stuck in the heart cannot be resolved, and no one has the heart to say something calmly. In the latter half of the trip, Roger was almost always carried on his back by Ambu.

"You will walk the road in the future. Let me carry you for the last time this time." Roger also became sad when he said this.

At the exit outside the forbidden area, Roger jumped off Ambu's back and said, "Send it here, Ambu, the rest of the way is my own."

"Didn't you say that there is a huge stone gate inside? Maybe I can help." Ambu said.

"No, I have a way." He brought a clay pot, kerosene and sulphur, sealed it, and lit the lead, which should be able to act as gunpowder to blast the door open.

"Roger, can I hug you again?"

Roger didn't say a word. The two of them got to where they are today. Everyone is at fault, but no one can go back. Ambu stepped forward and gave him a very light hug, which was almost weightless, "Take care, Luo Jay."

"The same to you."

Seeing Roger turn around, Ambu couldn't help but chase after him. Standing at the exit, he was about to speak when he heard the voices of Anson's brother and An Luo. Roger seemed to have not heard it and ran faster. , until the cry of Moya and Xia came, and he saw that Roger's leg was like a heavy stone falling, and it became slower and slower until he fell to the ground. The two children rushed over first, and Roger hugged him. As they cried aloud, he had never seen Roger cry like that at any time. He was so grieved that he seemed to have given up something very important in his life. Later, Anson's brother and An Luo also came, and then Roger followed them back. In the end, he was the only one left to sit in this lonely wilderness for a long time.

On the way back, Roger's black jade stone, which opened the secret passage, was lost in the depths of the grassland. Soon, Roger knew that his father was gone, and he couldn't say the feeling. It might be a kind of psychological feeling between father and son.

During the festival that year, Anbu became the new head of the Leopard Clan, and Roger gave birth to a third child, a cute snow leopard named Mingya.

Roger fell asleep under the persimmon tree, the little yellow flower stalks fell into his hair with the wind, the slender young man beside him leaned over and picked it up, black hair falling on his face.

"Bu..." Roger murmured softly.

"Dad, it's me."

Roger kissed the scar on his forehead, and said, "It's Moya, are you ready to go out tomorrow?"

Mo Ya smiled and said, "It's all ready. Dad, don't worry, with my elder brother and me here, my younger brother's experience will not be a problem."

Roger smiled lightly and asked again, "Where's Mingya?"

"Sleeping in the house."

Roger laughed and scolded: "A person who has to go out to practice tomorrow, how can he sleep at this time?"

"Dad, don't worry, we'll all come back safely."

"Moya is so old, time flies so fast." It has been twenty years since he came to this world.