Chapter 3 Chapter Two: Leading the Wolf into the Market

I originally went to the grassland to sketch, but I brought back a little wolf cub. Life is really full of variables. How can I explain to my parents?Where did the little wolf cubs get back to Chengdu and settle down... On the road, I was full of worries, stopped and walked, stopped and walked, and got out of the car after a while to feed the little wolf, urinate, rest, and change cars after enough rest.After half a day's drive, he rested in a hotel in a small county along the road and bought some milk and medicine for children to reduce fever.It was a short one-day drive from Ruoergai to Chengdu, and I walked for three days.On the one hand, I want the little wolf to gradually adapt to the drop from the plateau to the plain, and to avoid motion sickness; more importantly, I need more time to think about the problems that the little wolf will face when he arrives in Chengdu.Now Xiaolang regards me as the only one to rely on.But no matter how enlightened my parents are, they would never allow their daughter to "lead wolves into the house". My mother is a person who is afraid of dogs, let alone wild wolves.Moreover, wolves belong to the second-class protected animals in the country, and urban residents absolutely cannot feed them illegally in their homes.

Although the little wolf still looks very cute and cute, not much different from a puppy, but he is a little wild wolf after all. Anyone will say: "What should I do when I grow up? I want to bite!" I have no idea.Although the wolf was very friendly to me in the occasional contact with the wolf once or twice, but now this little wolf has to be raised every day. If one day it becomes wild and bites me or someone else, what can I do? ?When he grows into a big wolf soon, where will he find room for movement?I have been thinking about these far-reaching questions for three days without thinking clearly. Seeing that I have already arrived in Chengdu, I have to go home any longer, so I have to take one step at a time and hide Xiaolang in my studio for the time being.

My home is a duplex house, which I bought for my parents with the savings of more than ten years of work, so that I can live with the elderly. The most precious gift that children can give their parents is time and company.The house has three floors, and the studio is a roof sun room built by myself on the third floor.The glass doors and windows with lighting on three sides are very good for ventilation.In the studio of less than 40 square meters, there is an Arhat couch on the far right, a large painting table in the middle, and a fish pond and a sink for washing brushes and ink on the left. In the fish pond, there are several pots of plants and a few koi.There is a bamboo screen at the entrance of the studio, which can slightly block the situation in the studio and make it more private.There is a zither in front of the screen, and many long and short dried lotuses and lotus pods are hung on the beams of the roof.In addition to going out to sketch, I will be particularly content to stay in the studio and stretch my brush to my heart's content.

There is a small vegetable field outside the studio, where Tao Yuanming's father likes to grow a lot of melons and vegetables, and occasionally comes up to cook, enjoying a little pastoral fun in the busy city.The second floor is the parents' living room and their leisure platform garden. The old people often read newspapers, chat or enjoy family happiness with their little granddaughter Tongtong under the flower stand in the garden when they have nothing to do.My bedroom, study and living room are on the first floor, and the living room is also the place where my parents and Tongtong often go together.My parents respect my privacy very much, and usually rarely go to the studio on the third floor to disturb my painting, so the studio is currently the only place where the cubs are secretly raised.

However, in order to get to the studio, one had to find a way to hide it from his parents and pass through the first and second floors. This was the first difficulty.If you can't pass this level, the little wolf will have nowhere to go. Before going home, I first found an empty green space near my home, let the little wolf eat and drink enough to breathe, then let the little wolf hide in a cardboard box, stroked his head to comfort him, and muttered anxiously: " Little wolf, little wolf, you have to hold your breath, we are going to break through together." Little wolf looked at me with clever eyes, as if he had realized something, adjusted a comfortable position in the cardboard box, and lay down It stopped moving, and soon entered the state of "death".I closed the carton and patted the lid, but there was no response from the box, and the little wolf "died" perfectly.I smiled knowingly, thinking back to the three days when I was on the road, the temperature was too high during the day, and the little wolf was too hot to stay in my arms, so I prepared this cardboard box for him and put the little guy in it for a ride.Smelling the scent of strangers, the little wolf lay silently in the box and pretended to be dead. No matter how bumpy the car was, even if someone knocked on the cardboard box, he remained silent.Few would have noticed that there were living creatures inside this unassuming cardboard box.The cooperation of the little wolf immediately gave me some confidence.

I stood at the door of the house with the cardboard box in my arms, leaning against the crack of the door and listening to the movement at home. My parents seemed to be watching TV in the living room.I looked at the quiet cardboard box again, took a deep breath, and bit the bullet to ring the doorbell. "Hey, come back so soon? It's only been more than a week." Dad opened the door. "Well, there's something wrong." I said vaguely. "What did you take?" Mom noticed my cardboard box. "Paint." I replied nonchalantly, and my parents didn't suspect anything.

I just walked a few steps upstairs when I suddenly remembered the ration of the little wolf: "Mom, do you have milk at home?" "Yes, but don't you hate drinking milk?" "Oh, I'm used to drinking in the grassland." I blushed and reacted very quickly. In front of my careful mother, I will lose my words too much, so I lowered my head and walked upstairs with the box in my arms. I entered the studio, put the cardboard box gently on the ground, and was about to turn around and close the door when my mother followed me in, handed me a few cartons of milk, and muttered: "You doll, you don't play with your parents when you come home. I know how to get into the studio." As she was talking, my mother suddenly noticed a few air holes pierced in the cardboard box, and looked at the milk, and suddenly became suspicious, "Is this milk really you drink?"

"Of course, I'm thirsty." I forcefully opened a carton of milk and drank it. "You won't pick up some cats and dogs again, will you?" I feel guilty, I really know my daughter Mo Ruomu.I have adopted stray cats and dogs. I have countless "convicted records". You can’t be sympathetic, what if you get rabies?” I admit that my parents’ worries are justified, but my principle is to save one dog and count as one until I find a caring owner for the dog. , or sent to a shelter for stray dogs, but this time is special-there is no shelter for "stray wolves".

"I didn't pick up cats and dogs." I was telling the truth, this time the situation greatly challenged my mother's imagination. "If you don't believe me, just open it and have a look." I was desperate to fight a psychological battle.My heart beat faster: Xiaolang, you must not reveal your secrets at critical moments. Knowing the mother is like a daughter, of course, the mother would not look through her daughter's things, but the very experienced mother knocked on the cardboard box with her toe and listened carefully. According to her past experience, if there are cats and dogs inside, they will immediately Scratch or bark.However, the cardboard box didn't move at all, and it really didn't look like a living thing.Mom went downstairs with confidence.

When there was no more movement, I stretched my head out for a look, closed the studio door behind my back, patted my beating heart, and danced with excitement.I was checked out by my parents every time in the past, but this time I passed the first level so smoothly, I was elated, I was relaxed and happy, and I was extremely proud! However, I was overjoyed too early, and the first level was far from over. I never thought that the cause of the conflict would come from the "fox". Fox is a Pomeranian I raised since I was a child. The male is white and looks like an arctic fox, so I named him "Fox".When the fox's mother gave birth to him, she had a difficult labor and her belly was so big that the veterinarian thought she was pregnant with several, but in the end there was only one puppy born by caesarean section.Because the dog has absorbed enough nutrition in the stomach of the mother dog and has enough milk after birth, the fox grows up strong, with thick legs and a big head. Just a little Samoyed.

The fox's mind is quite clever, and he learns things very quickly.He can understand at least dozens of common phrases and instructions, guarding the house, picking up slippers, shaking hands, and rolling around. He lays on the bed every morning and wakes me up by licking the back of my hand.When the food is in front of you, you must look up and ask for my permission before starting to eat. If I still don’t nod, he can only look at the food in front of him and drool, but he will never steal it.The funniest thing is that when shaking hands, the fox can tell the left from the right, let him stretch out his left paw, he will never put his right paw in your palm.Every time he crosses the zebra crossing on the street, he will stand up on two hind legs and give me a front paw, asking me to lead him across the road safely like a child. The funny gait of a fox walking on two legs often attracts passers-by’s novelty look.A fox is good at everything, but jealous. The fox is five years old this year. According to the dog's age, he can be regarded as an "old fox" who has passed the middle age of the dog.It's easy for me to hide from my parents, but not so easy to hide from the fox's dog nose. As soon as I entered the door, the fox, who had been separated for more than a week, happily circled around me and followed me into the studio. Fortunately, when I didn't hide it from my mother, the fox was still jumping happily to join me.At this moment, I squatted down in front of the cardboard box excitedly. The fox had already smelled a special smell in the box, and immediately came over, thinking that I brought him something good.I gently opened the carton and slowly turned it over. Following the overturn of the carton, the little wolf slid loosely to the other side with its head down and feet, and fell down like mud with a "baji" sound. Closed tightly, like a lifeless plush toy, no professional actor can perform such a lifelike death. The fox stretched its neck to look inside the cardboard box curiously, and nudged the little wolf with its nose. The little wolf held his breath. Even though dogs are close relatives of wolves, to the little wolf, the fox was still an unclassified and strange smell. .The fox sniffed the "little toy" back and forth with suspicion on his face. I cleared my throat: "Woo, woo, woo..." The little wolf opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and stood up.After three days of experimentation, I was even more sure that the "woo-woo" sound had an effect on the little wolf. Every time I called, the little wolf immediately crawled back to my side as if receiving the highest order. Seeing the plush toy suddenly come to life, the fox was startled, and took two steps back.The little wolf shook his tender legs, crawled out of the cardboard box unsteadily, shook his fluff and looked around, inspecting the new environment. The fox immediately sniffed the little wolf's buttocks like a bug. Yitong still turned his head and looked at me curiously, as if asking: "What does he do? Is this a dog?" The little wolf and the fox went around the studio one after the other, and they lived in peace. The little wolf came back to me, and I fondled his fist-sized head: "Little guy, this will be your home from now on." .” All of a sudden, I felt a strange look coming at me. I turned my head and saw that the fox changed his novelty and playful expression to staring at the little wolf with jealous eyes, and followed me to stroke the little wolf. Looking up at me with his hand, a series of dissatisfied sounds came out of his throat.I was taken aback, and took my hand away, the fox stopped "grunting", and I stretched out my hand to the little wolf, and the fox immediately started "grunting" again.I hesitated for a moment, stopped petting the little wolf, got up and poured a bowl of milk, and put it on the ground. Seeing something delicious, the fox immediately squeezed the little wolf away, obsequiously approached his mouth, and happily stuck out his tongue towards the milk. "Fox sit down!" I ordered.The fox immediately sat up straight, with its tongue hanging crookedly to the side of its mouth in the cutest shape, waiting flatteringly for me to allow him to eat. "Let the little wolf drink first!" I ordered. "What?" The fox shook his ears in disbelief, wondering if he heard it wrong. "Yes, the master must have made a mistake, I'm the most favored fox!" He put the dog's mouth to the milk bowl, and tentatively stuck out his tongue again. "The fox is not allowed to drink! Let the little wolf drink!" I repeated my order without question.The half of the fox's tongue was fixed on the top of the milk bowl, and the happy expression on the food's face suddenly froze—this time the fox finally understood, and he sat down reluctantly, watching the guy named "Little Wolf" panicking. He rushed over like a charge, plunged into the bowl of milk that should belong to him, and started to gobble it up.Hearing the sound of the little wolf gulping milk, the fox's jealousy surged like a mountain, the embarrassment of being out of favor and the anger of being deprived of food by "people" gradually gathered on the bridge of the nose, and the fangs came from the wrinkled nose He stretched out his lower body, lowered his body, kicked his hind legs on the ground, and stared at the wolf cub, as if he was about to bite at any moment. "Fox, pay attention to your manners." My orders usually work well for obedient foxes. The fox hesitated, relaxed, and sat aside, daring to speak out.But the little wolf doesn't care what the fox thinks at all, he only has the bowl of milk in his eyes, "Kang Dang", the milk bowl is overturned by the little wolf, it seems that it is not the wolf's eating style not to mess up the dining table.The little wolf stumbled on the milk flowing all over the floor, while licking it recklessly, like a very hungry waif, I shook my head repeatedly with that greedy wolf look. I remember that on the way back to Chengdu, I bought a baby bottle to feed the little wolf.When I hung down the bottle and handed it to the little wolf, smelling the fragrance of milk, the little wolf immediately stood up, greedily grabbed the pacifier, and anxiously grabbed the slippery bottle with his two little paws, but there was no shortage of milk in the bottle. The wolf was so anxious that it could smell but not eat, which was beyond my expectation.I tried a few more times, and found that the little wolf did not suck gently, but kept biting and tearing with the pacifier in its mouth.Since it was a glass bottle, I couldn't express milk for him. Facing the cub who couldn't suck, I was worried for him.I took out the pacifier and saw that it had been bitten and deformed by the wolf cub. From the hole like a sieve, milk slowly oozed drop by drop, but this trickle was obviously not enough to appease a hungry wolf cub.No wonder an old herdsman once told me that a litter of wolf cubs is violent in grabbing milk. No breast-feeding female wolf has a single breast intact. The more milk, the greater the possibility of survival. It seems that the tough little wolf who persevered until the end was rescued should also be the one that snatched the most milk. I was still surprised, but the little wolf pounced up again, biting the pacifier and dragging it back with all his strength, the little paws kept slipping on the slippery floor, suddenly there was a "snap", the pacifier was bitten by the little wolf Suddenly, he bit the half of the pacifier and fell on his back, spilling the milk all over the floor.The little wolf turned over in a hurry, chewing the half of the pacifier in his mouth, and greedily grabbed the milk all over the floor. I quickly grabbed his neck, opened the wolf's mouth, and forcibly pulled out the half of the pacifier.The little wolf growled and bared his teeth at me. He couldn't accept that his mouth was taken away.As soon as I let go of the little wolf, he immediately began to eat, still licking and biting, and the milk on the ground was trampled by him.He didn't eat enough, so he yelled in dissatisfaction. It was easy to lick and eat. I found a big bowl, poured milk into the bowl, and put it on the ground. The little wolf immediately jumped into the bowl, opened and closed his mouth, and the milk in the bowl was reduced by half in an instant.While frantically rolling the milk into his mouth with his tongue for a moment, he also used his mouth to swallow the milk against the clock and swallowed it into his throat, constantly making eager swallowing sounds of "gurgling".This was not enough, the little wolf simply stepped into the bowl to drink aggressively, the bowl of milk was trampled over and spilled all over the place, I had no choice but to support the milk bowl to ensure that he finished drinking.Even sick cubs who are not weaned are not squeamish about eating. Many puppies or other animal cubs that are not weaned often need to be persuaded to feed with syringes or bottles, but the cubs don’t need it. It seems that I am going to The baby bottle is really superfluous, and the little wolf cub is far from being as weak as I imagined. At this time, the bowl of milk on the floor of the studio had already been licked clean, and the little wolf rolled up his tongue and licked his mouth involuntarily.I stroked the fox sitting beside me, and praised him, "Good fox, I'll fill you with milk right away." The fox was silent... I stood up, walked around the painting table to get the remaining half pack of milk, and suddenly saw a white shadow flashing, accompanied by two dog barks of "Wow, woof", and the honest fox just now shot like an arrow. Xiang Xiaolang bit the little wolf's neck fiercely, and the little wolf screamed miserably.I was so frightened that I yelled "Let go of the fox!" and ran over to rescue him. The fox, who had been so angry for a long time, would not listen to my call, "Let go? Okay!" With a flick of the dog's head, the little wolf flew out, and hit the door with a muffled "poof", and then landed on the solid floor Go up, turn sideways, push your calf twice and then stop moving.The furious fox wanted to pounce on him and bite again. I held him down and hurriedly turned to look at the little wolf. The little wolf closed his eyes tightly and his whole body was limp, only his stomach was still heaving slightly.I anxiously called the little wolf twice, and the little wolf opened his eyes slightly, but he never turned over and got up again.My heart suddenly turned cold. As a helpless little wolf cub, the only self-defense he can do in the face of danger is to play dead, and at this moment, he is obviously not deliberately playing dead but has really been seriously injured.The fox weighs nearly ten catties, while the little wolf cub weighs less than two catties. One can imagine the huge disparity in strength.The young wolf's newborn bones have not yet grown hard, the ribs are less than half the thickness of chopsticks, some small bones are as fragile as toothpicks, the neck is not much thicker than the neck of a chicken, and the internal organs are soft and fragile. Under such circumstances, the neck was bitten first, and then fell to the ground heavily, how could he bear it? I clamped the struggling and screaming fox tightly between my legs, and hurriedly stretched out my arms to hug the little wolf. Just as I touched the wolf's fur, I suddenly shrank back like being bitten by a snake.According to my previous experience in rescuing stray dogs, do not move the dog that has been injured or bruised immediately, because you don’t know whether the internal organs and bones have been broken, and there is still hope to survive if they remain as they are. Once the movement fails, the internal organs will rupture and shift Or the broken bone is stuck in the internal organs and it is hopeless, now we can only observe first! While pressing the fox tightly, I stroked the little wolf's head in distress, "Woo, woo..." I called out in a trembling voice over and over again, but didn't dare to move. I looked at the little wolf lying on the ground anxiously, crying rolling. The fox is usually well-behaved and sensible, so I didn't pay much attention to his jealousy. I never thought that the hidden crisis would break out today.This kind of disaster happened when the little wolf just entered the house.How did I forget the fox's jealous rage?I carefully groped the cub's neck, spine, ribs, leg bones...and checked one by one. Fortunately, the bones were fine, but blood was faintly oozing from the cub's slender neck. The little wolf lay down for seven or eight minutes. Under my repeated calling and comforting, his eyes widened again, he tried his best to raise his head, kicked his legs a few times, suddenly touched some painful spot, convulsed for a while, weakly Lying down, "Siss" breathed out. "Does it hurt, little wolf? Where else is it hurt?" The more I asked, the more worried I became.The little wolf closed his eyes weakly, and his stomach heaved rapidly, as if gathering strength.After a while, he took a few breaths, coughed twice, opened his eyes again, straightened his neck and raised his head with difficulty, twisted his waist twice, put his front legs on the ground, and pushed his back legs straight. Quickly reaching out to support his waist and legs, the little wolf stood up after shaking a few times.He collected himself, shook the fluff all over his body, avoided my hand, and tremblingly walked under the chair, looking for a place of refuge that he thought was safe.He leaned against the leg of the chair, buried his head and licked the dust on his body without saying a word.Seeing the little wolf recovering, I finally calmed down a bit. The fox lying on the ground in self-reflection heard that the little wolf was still moving. The dog gnawed its teeth loudly, and a series of muffled grunts began to emerge from its throat. On the mouth, although the beating was not severe, it was the worst punishment ever. "Fox, if Little Wolf makes a mistake, I can't spare you!" I pushed open the studio door, "Get out!" The fox had never seen me lose my temper so much, he drooped his head, clamped his tail, Climbed out of the studio, sat on the ground, watching the movement in the studio through the glass door. I wiped the cold sweat off my head, took out the medicine box, picked up the little wolf and sat on the edge of the couch, put him on my knees, and tried to press the little wolf's chest and abdomen lightly with my fingers to see if he had any pain response. There were several bruises on the wolf's hind legs and buttocks. It was probably the buttocks that hit the door first.When my hand touched his injured buttocks, he subconsciously shrank his body, but he never cried out, like a brave child gritting his teeth and not crying out for pain.I brushed off the soft lanugo on the little wolf's neck, and then gently blew the inner layer of fine hair to open a path, and carefully inspected his neck: two clear teeth marks were red and purple, under the teeth marks, a thin The arteries were beating slightly, which made my heart skip a beat.The fox slapped it hard. Fortunately, he was just a pet dog, and his fangs were not so sharp, so he was stopped in time. Otherwise, if he bit through the artery, would the little wolf survive?I checked the other side of the wolf's neck again. There were two tooth marks that were very deep, piercing the flesh, and a drop of blood slowly leaked out, dripping down the wolf's lanugo on the white floor. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. , carefully smeared a little white medicine on the little wolf.This was the first time I raised a little wolf in danger, and it was only a little bit short of the end of the little wolf's frail fate.I gasped for a while before I settled down.It seems that raising wolves must be careful and careful. He thought that the pain from applying the medicine would make the little wolf avoid struggling, but he was indifferent to the pain except for a slight reflexive shaking of his neck muscles.I looked up at his expression. There was no tear in the eyes of the little wolf whose blue film had not faded. Instead, he was staring at the fox baring his teeth at him outside the glass door, thoughtfully—this animal in front of me obviously had the same relationship with him. His own kind, what makes him extremely incomprehensible is that this kind of person wants to kill him the first time he sees him.In the society of wolves, the cubs are all loved by the big wolves, and there has never been a precedent of a big wolf killing a cub for food.As for what it means to be jealous, Little Wolf doesn't even understand.He just vaguely felt that the same kind in front of him seemed to have a completely different law of survival from him. The little wolf gradually fell asleep in my arms. After a lot of tossing, he was tired... Two hours later, the little wolf woke up, went to the ground to urinate, and stretched his muscles and bones, as if he regained his energy.And the fox sat outside the studio for two hours, sluggish, with his eyebrows lowered and his tail between his legs.I just opened the studio door and let the fox in.The fox rolled his eyes and entered the studio, and retreated into his comfortable nest—the fox’s nest was under the Arhat’s couch. Relying on my pampering, the fox dragged away two expensive sheepskins from my bedroom, After he got it, he painstakingly paved it under the couch and made it his soft bed.There is a long step stool in front of the couch. The fox usually gets under the couch and lies comfortably on the sheepskin. With the cover of the step stool and the edge of the couch, he can still have a line of sight to observe the outside situation. , like a hidden military fortress, it's really a geomantic treasure. The fox hid in the den to protect himself wisely, and even the little wolf drank milk in front of him again, but he couldn't bear it.However, something that Linghu never expected is yet to come—the little wolf cub, who is full of food and drink, soon falls in love with the fox's safe haven, and relying on the fox's daring to make mistakes, the little wolf walks over without fear, Baring his teeth and growling, he announced that the fox's den now belongs to the wolf! Seeing that the little wolf is going to occupy the den that he has worked so hard to build, the fox resolutely refuses to let it go, and threatens the little wolf with a low growl.I pay close attention to the behavior of the fox and am always ready to protect the little wolf.With my backing, the little wolf was even bolder, bared his teeth unequivocally, stepped forward, bit the corner of the sheepskin, and then tore and dragged it, as if trying to sweep the fox out of the den. Hugging the sheepskin tightly, the atmosphere under the couch suddenly became tense. The little wolf was very cunning, and he never left my protection range, challenging the fox frequently.The fox's eyes started to turn red, his dog's fur stood on end, and his anger was burning like wildfire. He ignored my warnings and rushed up in a rage, biting the little wolf's neck. "Woof..." As soon as the fox rushed out of the couch, he found that the little wolf was gone. Then his scalp tightened, and I grabbed him straight. When he looked again, the little wolf was already in my arms.The fox trembled all over, and the dog's hair fell down like a brush. Fear was poured out like ice water, which awakened his sense of crisis—bad, he couldn't escape today's beating. As soon as I pushed the fox to the ground, the little wolf ran to the fox den as if he had won the first battle, and officially announced that the place was renamed the wolf den. I picked up a paper tube and beat the dog's butt. The fox closed its eyes and screamed for mercy, its tail trembling from nervousness, looking pitiful.I pointed a paper tube at the fox's nose and said, "Never bite a wolf cub at any time, do you understand?!" The fox wagged his tail quickly. He knew better than anyone that a good dog would not suffer from immediate losses. "Reflect on yourself!" I let go of his scalp. "Reflection" is another kind of punishment, which is to let him lie down on all fours, face the ceiling and think about where he is wrong.Obedience is the nature of dogs, and without my pardon, a fox would not dare to act rashly even if it lay for hours.Seeing that I had subdued the fox, the little wolf got out of the couch and wandered around the fox lying on the ground. How dare the little robber come to watch the excitement?The fox "Puru Hulu" growled dissatisfied, and wanted to threaten the intruder who made him beaten and punished. "Shut up!" I warned sharply.The fox hastily swallowed the unfinished threat into the dog's stomach, and he dared not take the risk of being beaten again with all his courage.The little wolf sniffed around confidently, and simply climbed onto the fox.The fox tried his best to endure it, allowing the little wolf to crawl around on him. I was very happy to see that they were finally compatible. I picked up the camera and took the first friendly photo, boasting: "Good boy, how nice it is, to live in peace..." Before the words finished, the fox screamed !It turns out that "friendliness" is not as simple as I imagined. Taking advantage of the fox's punishment, the little wolf pinpointed his lifeblood, bit it down, and tore it apart with a shake of his head!The fox screamed "Aww" in pain, and kicked the little wolf away.Like a pompom, the little wolf rolled more than a meter away, turned over and immediately ran back under the couch with his legs crossed without looking back. It dangled behind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving the fox curled up in a ball and licking its wounds to relieve the pain. The little guy still has this hand?I was dumbfounded. I was guarding against the fox, but not the little wolf. This little guy would really take every opportunity to take revenge.I hurriedly comforted the fox to check the wound.Fortunately, the little wolf cub was not very strong, but the sharp deciduous teeth still pierced several rice grain-sized blood spots on the vital parts of the fox.I hurriedly applied medicine to the fox again, and it was a good one. One bite for each person was fair and reasonable. The strong have the advantages of the strong, and the weak have the means of the weak.Who would have expected that the little wolf cub who couldn't even stand still would have such a strong desire for revenge.Although I have only been with Little Wolf for a week, I often feel that I have underestimated Little Wolf in terms of vitality, competitiveness, strategy, courage, and cunning. The fox and the little wolf are my beloved babies.Although the pups need more care, they must be fair to the foxes.I spread the two pieces of sheepskin separately under the couch and let them occupy one side.But the fox pretended to be sworn enemies, and angrily dragged out his piece of sheepskin and spread it under the painting table to build another doghouse, so that he could hide it if he couldn't be provoked.After the fox made concessions, I often patted and praised him consciously, and gave him some snacks when avoiding the little wolf. The fox cheered up: "I still have a special place in the heart of the master." The little wolf is a natural master at hiding, and immediately becomes alert when there is any disturbance outside the house. When I leave the studio, he will instinctively hide himself and stay quietly in the den. When someone comes in, he is surprisingly quiet. Dian Xingliang's small eyes are very obedient and looking outside vigilantly, observing the movement. He didn't move until I lifted the alarm.I once watched a documentary in which a female scientist who often deals with snakes in the wild said: "In nature, the first thing animals have to learn is to hide themselves and observe their surroundings quietly. Walking into a quiet forest, it seems There is nothing around, but in fact there are countless pairs of eyes looking at you with various thoughts. To be a predator is even more so, first you must prevent yourself from being hunted, and then hunt.” It seems that the wolf I have been good at this since I was a child.You must know that dangers are everywhere in nature. Bears, jackals, wild dogs and other predators can threaten the lives of wolf cubs. Only the wolf cubs who can protect themselves best can have the greatest chance of survival. Although the little wolf hides quietly, the fox never gives up driving him away.Whenever my parents came up, the fox would rush in and out excitedly, ran to my father and yanked his trouser legs, then rushed back to the couch and barked wildly inside, pointing and curling up with the tip of its nose like a human finger. The little wolf in the dark corner tried his best to "inform" his parents.Who knew that "there is a wolf in the house" is something that parents would never think of, let alone pay attention to the fox's informant.Not only that, the milk the little wolf drank and the urine he urinated were all recorded on the fox's account, and the fox often got scolded for the little wolf. The fox failed to inform the wolf several times, so he no longer confronted the little wolf head-on. However, the open battle ended and the secret battle began. One day I opened the door of the studio to ventilate, and a bumblebee flew in, buzzing and flapping its wings on the floor-to-ceiling glass. This is a frequent visitor to the studio.The fox tilted his head to observe the wasp that was gradually flying low.I sat down to read a book, and I didn't care about the fox's behavior, because he was stung by a wasp when he was a child, and he knew the severity of it, so he would definitely not provoke him, and he would walk away after a while. However, the drunkard's intention was not to drink, the fox trotted excitedly around the little wolf, eagerly led the little wolf to the glass, and barked at the still fluttering wasp, the little wolf immediately noticed This little creature.Animal cubs are full of curiosity about moving things, and the little wolf cub is no exception. His first reaction is to test this little living thing with his mouth... With a scream of "Aww", the little wolf's tender nose was stung by a hornet, causing him to cry out in shocking pain, smashing against the glass, jumping and rushing to the garden outside the studio, and plunged into the watering plants In the basin of the water, use cold water to relieve his severe pain.I was shocked by this sudden accident, and quickly found toothpaste for the little wolf to rub on the tip of his nose.The little wolf covered his nose and whimpered pitifully. He never expected that such a small living thing would cause him such an unforgettable pain. He finally understood the truth that lethality is not measured by its size.His nose started to swell up, and the tip of the nose was tilted to one side. Apparently, toothpaste was not enough to relieve the swelling and pain on the most sensitive part of the little wolf, and it made him very uncomfortable to paste it on his nose. He wiped the toothpaste on his nose with his paw, He stretched out his tongue and licked his paws again, wiped and licked again and again to heal himself. Fortunately, the parents were not at home that day, so the little wolf who rushed out of the studio was not exposed.But I deeply doubt whether the fox did it on purpose. Seeing the fox shaking his head and tail proudly, it is difficult to punish him without conclusive evidence. My suspicion was soon further verified: in the afternoon, a friend I knew came to sit in my studio, and the fox ran into the couch where the little wolf was hiding, bumping into the little wolf's swollen nose repeatedly, and the little wolf lurks in pain.The fox was even more proud, twisting and rubbing on the little wolf's nose - "I'll keep you silent", several times the pain made the little wolf squeak uncontrollably. "What's the sound?" My friend lowered his head to see, but I hurriedly covered it up.After seeing off the friends, the little wolf was freed, and the fox played with the little wolf in a friendly and hospitable manner. I vaguely felt that the fox was not that simple, but he had no reason to get angry with him. Let's observe again. The little wolf's activity space is only in the studio, but the fox can follow me upstairs and downstairs freely.One day when I was cooking in the kitchen, half of the chili fell to the ground. The fox happily came up and sniffed it, but found it was chili, and walked away disappointed.When he was young, the fox turned back excitedly, carefully picked up the pepper in his mouth and disappeared. "This guy is still interested in chili?" I was too busy cooking to pay attention to him. When I returned to the upstairs studio after eating, the little wolf who had been hiding for more than an hour was already very hungry.As soon as I called out "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo". "Cough! Crack! Wow..." The little wolf suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. He stretched out his tongue and let out a breath.I was taken aback, and hurriedly picked up the milk bowl to check, a few golden chili seeds were still sticking to the bottom of the bowl, where did the chili come from in the milk?I hurriedly changed the bowl of water for the little wolf to stop the spicy food. I remembered the unusual behavior of the fox in the kitchen, so I confronted the fox all over the room.But the fox had already slipped to his parents' room on the second floor to take refuge, and he didn't see him again for a whole day.从此我将辣椒、花椒这类东西严格监管起来，不给狐狸任何可乘之机。 姜还是老的辣，没满月的小狼要跟“老狐狸”斗还嫩了点儿，论狡诈、论经验，狐狸都远胜于他。但从小有了狐狸这碗水垫底，小狼的观察和防备能力突飞猛进，其狡猾和多疑也与日俱增。 不知不觉中小狼快满月了，他已经比刚来画室时长大了近一倍，以前体型不到狐狸的一半，现在只比狐狸小一个脑袋了。小狼的力气也渐长，能一头把狐狸掀翻，如果狐狸冲他龇牙，他能比狐狸龇得更气势汹汹！看着小狼的健康迅速恢复，日渐活泼，再不是当初病危孱弱的样子，我心里美滋滋的。 然而随着小狼的长大，我感到不安起来：小狼的胆子越来越大，好奇心越来越重，精力越来越旺盛，随之而来的就是不安分和破坏。当小狼觉得自己的牙齿更尖，爪子更利，以前打不过的狐狸也似乎并不可怕了，对地盘也更熟悉了时，就不那么怕外界了。他对环境开始有了自己的判断和主张，渐渐执拗起来，再不是我能呼之即出，挥之即躲的小家伙，相反小狼更向往新鲜泥土的气息，他看上了画室外的小菜地。 一个阳光灿烂的下午，楼上无人，小狼大胆地溜到画室外，跑到菜地里尽情地翻滚折腾，把小葱压倒了一大片，大蒜一个个被刨出来啃得全是窟窿，刚长出的菜苗被踩得东倒西歪，刚长红的番茄被咬来吃了。小狼还饶有趣味地在菜地中间掏了个大坑，庭院的雪白地砖被踩满了黑糊糊的爪印。忽然，他小耳朵一竖，听得有人上楼来，一溜烟销声匿迹。 这是我和爸爸上来浇水。刚一看见乱糟糟的菜地，我们就傻眼了，这可是爸爸辛苦一春天的成果啊！心痛不已的爸爸看见爪印，不问青红皂白，就抄起扫把打在狐狸屁股上，把狐狸骂了个晕头转向。我见爪印一路通到榻底下，当然知道谁才是罪魁祸首，但也只能装聋作哑，任狐狸去背黑锅。狐狸生平可从未干过这种大逆不道的破坏勾当，现在不明不白当了替罪狗，挨打受气，委屈得眼泪汪汪，开始了为期两天的绝食抗议！ 我帮爸爸收拾着残秧断苗，心里很不是滋味，老人家费尽心思引种育苗，每天爬上爬下拎水浇菜，眼看收获在即，转眼间却被小狼破坏干净。虽然他们没发现，但是小狼已经影响他们的生活了。我心里一阵阵地愧疚与自责。自从带小狼到画室的这些日子，小狼一直低调隐藏，和我配合默契。狼天生的悟性和聪明，让我误以为他比狗还听话好养，幼稚期的小狼崽除了喝牛奶就是长时间睡觉，这种无声无息不惹事的状态，让我几乎都忘记了他是一只狼，还估摸着在这画室养他到两三个月都没问题，没想到才十多天就养不下去了。我这才初次意识到养一只小狼比养狗复杂得多。 爸爸刚离开三楼，小狼自认为安全了，不等我呼唤就自作主张地溜达出来。我故意推推小狼的屁股让他回榻下隐藏，小狼非但执拗地抗拒不回，反而大张旗鼓地到处巡视，那神态仿佛在说：“危不危险，我自己能判断！”我的汗毛陡然竖了起来，心中的不安愈演愈烈。 小狼丝毫不觉得破坏菜地有什么错，他得意洋洋地从榻下拱出一个番茄，用小爪子踢皮球一样玩着，仿佛向我炫耀他的收获，直到他玩够了，才把番茄一股脑地吞吃了下去，连糊在小爪子上的番茄浆都舔了个干净。这家伙小小年纪就会自己找吃食，判断什么东西能吃，看那菜地里大蒜啃过，菜叶子咬过，小葱嚼过，但似乎都不合他的口味，唯独对这番茄情有独钟——吃掉一个、咬烂一个，还带走一个。在炎热的楼顶，番茄确实是消暑解渴的美味。 我猛然间想起原产于南美洲的番茄最早就叫做“狼桃”。传说“狼桃”的得名是由于它艳红如火，人们都以为它有毒，没人敢吃，而在早期的人们心目中凡是邪恶的、有毒的都喜欢冠以狼的名称，因为在人们眼里，世间万物最恶毒危险的莫过于狼，“狼桃”这个名字一听就让人敬而远之。直到16世纪，英国俄罗达拉公爵去南美洲旅游，回国时勇敢地带回“狼桃”作为表达爱情的礼品，献给他的情人伊丽莎白女王，从此，欧洲人才称它为“爱情果”、“情人果”，并将它作为观赏植物栽种在庭院里。但过了一代又一代，仍旧没有人胆敢吃“狼桃”。直到18世纪，一位法国画家多次为“狼桃”写生时，面对这样美丽却有“剧毒”的浆果，实在抵挡不住它的诱惑，于是冒着生命危险吃了一个，觉得酸酸甜甜很是可口。之后，他躺到床上等着死神的光临。但一天过去了，他还躺在床上，鼓着眼睛对着天花板发愣。怎么，他吃了全世界都说有毒的“狼桃”居然没死？ !他满面春风地把“狼桃无毒可以吃”的消息告诉了朋友们，大家都惊呆了。不久，“狼桃无毒”的新闻震动了西方，从那以后，上亿人都安心地享受了这位“敢为天下先”的勇士冒死带来的口福。无疑这位法国画家并非出于饥不择食，而是真正全情投入地爱上了他所描绘的“狼桃”，或许同是画画的人，才有这样的疯狂与叛逆以命试爱，正如我执意走进狼性世界一样，传说的不一定是真实的。 对于“狼桃”的由来，我想到的是另一个可能：菜园中的大蒜、茄子、黄瓜等诸多诱人蔬果都被小狼浅尝则弃，辣椒更是碰也不碰。而小狼却天生就认识番茄，选而食之，莫非“狼桃”与狼真的有着不解之缘？据一些资料记载：“在南美洲荒野，许多狼在缺乏食物的情况下，每逢入暮时分就在灌木丛中寻找浆果充饥，同时也补充维生素和水分。”人们都只知道狼吃肉，却不知道狼同样嗜食浆果杂食，“狼桃”就是野狼所钟爱的救命果实。或许有些流落荒野的人曾经跟随狼的脚步，捡拾这种鲜艳的浆果救命，之后感慨地把狼如此钟爱的红色浆果叫做“狼桃”，而这可怕的名字加上让人疑惑的血红颜色，让千百年来厌憎狼的人们不屑尝试就将其定义为“有毒”，并将这虚妄的判断代代相传下来。 从寻找到第一个番茄，小狼开始有了辨别食物的能力，我把小狼够不着的几个“狼桃”摘下来给他放在窝边，第二天它们就无影无踪了。 从那天以后，我寸步不敢离开画室，连吃饭都是速战速决或者干脆端上画室去吃，可就在这样严密的看护下，仍旧听见邻居闲聊说：“隔着篱笆墙看见有只灰猫跑进你画室去了。”所谓“灰猫”为何物，我心知肚明。小狼敢独自走出画室了，敢大肆破坏了，敢蔑视危险了，这不是什么好兆头，终有一天他不再甘于像胆小幼崽那样乖乖躲藏着等妈妈，画室终究不是藏狼卧虎之地。况且还有一只与他钩心斗角的狐狸。小狼啊小狼，我该拿你怎么办？ 画室不宜久留，趁小狼这种不受控制的行为刚出现苗头，另寻他处迫在眉睫。我想到了亦风。 亦风是我在黑熊保护中心参观时认识的一个朋友，他和我一样热爱动物，崇尚自然。亦风早年是画油画的，后来改行做电脑动画，现在有一个自己的动画工作室，经营得很不错。事业上了轨道，他就能抽身干自己喜欢的事情。亦风爱好摄影，一有空就喜欢背包旅行，共同的爱好让我们渐渐成为了亲密的朋友。我思前想后，也只有亦风最能理解我救助动物的心情，就算今后小狼长大瞒不住他，他也绝不会出卖我。但就目前而言，为了不引起麻烦，对他还是暂且隐瞒了小狼的事实，只谎称捡到了一只流浪狗不想告诉家里人，请他一定帮忙想个安顿的地方。 “实在养不住，能不能送去流浪狗中心呢？”亦风沉吟道。 “不行……小狗还太小了，怕受欺负。我自己带着放心些。”我诡辩着。 “那这样吧，我家旁边还有一套单身公寓正好空着，家具齐全，你和小狗搬进去住就行了。”电话那头，亦风很爽快地答应了。 我迅速收拾好东西，唤出床底下的小狼，伸出手小心翼翼地抓住小狼的后脖子把他拎了起来。一离开地面小狼立刻放松四肢，软绵绵的像个布偶一样一动不动随我拎着走。我的手轻轻晃了晃，小狼也像个钟摆一样随手摇了摇，眼神中流露出安静、乖巧、从容和忍耐的神色。我尽量放松手指，不让小狼觉得太难受。我充当起了“挪窝母狼”的角色，把小狼放进纸箱子里，尽管盛夏藏于箱中闷热无比，但他固执地忍耐着一动不动。我在箱侧给小狼开出两个大大的透气孔，以为他会从透气孔中探头张望一番，谁知他仍旧无动于衷地躺着，除了因为燥热，小肚子的起伏比以前急促一点之外，他放松肢体纹丝不动。荒野小狼非常清楚贪图一时舒服的下场有可能是断送他的小命，关键时刻当忍则忍。我想起中曾描述掏出的一窝狼崽装死的场景，不禁会心一笑，这是狼崽们唯一的自卫方式。 我的行动向来自由，跟父母说一声出去画画，要离开比较长一段时间，父母早已习惯了我的生活方式，嘱咐注意安全，也不再多问。我抱着纸箱出门，狐狸自然是呼天抢地地堵在家门口不让我走，可为了小狼也管不了那么多了，先让狐狸在家想想这些日子欺负小狼的过错吧。 半小时的车程就到了亦风安排的新家。亦风帮我把车上所有东西都搬进家来收拾停当，我坐在沙发上休息时环顾四周：一张床、一个沙发、书桌、冰箱、洗衣机和一些简单的生活用品，这足够了。最重要的是在这公寓之上无人去的楼顶有两千多平米的地方可以让小狼无干扰地活动，过多地接触人对他是没有益处的，他是生活在城市中的狼。但是现在，一个大屋子的活动空间对小狼来说足够了，我对这私密的地方相当满意。 “你捡回来的流浪狗呢？”亦风问。 我脸一红，这才突然想到自己撒的谎，尴尬地想着应对。 “问你呢，狗呢？”亦风追问。 丑媳妇终归要见公婆，亦风的家近在咫尺，他迟早会看得到小狼的，好在小狼跟小狗区别不大，兴许他认不出来就能瞒天过海。想到这里我心一横，“呜呜”唤了几声，一直放在角落里沉寂无声的纸箱“嘭”的一声爆响，憋屈了半天的小狼如石猴问世一般乍然冲破纸箱蹦了出来，兴冲冲地边撒着一大泡尿，边迫不及待地向我跑来，突然看见亦风这陌生人在，小狼犹豫了一下，蹒跚着小跑过去伸鼻子前前后后地嗅闻亦风。 小狼果然不太怕生人了，我心里暗自庆幸挪窝及时。 “哟，瞧这小家伙藏得真好！”亦风呵呵一乐，张开巴掌接住他，抱起来一看愣住了，“狼？！”亦风的微笑迅速消失了，他睁大眼睛惊讶地看着我，表情中凝结了一千个疑问要从我眼里找到答案。 我大吃一惊，没想到小狼一打眼就被亦风识破，我嚅嗫着还妄图掩饰一下：“这狗……是有点儿像狼哈？”然而长期热衷于看《动物世界》还陪我接触过狼群的亦风眼光却并不拙劣，他用手指拨开小家伙尖钉子般的獠牙，瞪着我哼了一声：“流浪狗？你就唬我吧，说，怎么回事？” 我像考场作弊被抓了个现行似的，顿时泄了气，眼泪汪汪地把救下小狼的经过对亦风坦白交代了一番。 亦风静静地听完，叹了口气：“傻丫头，我理解你的同情心，可你这是引狼入室啊，等他长大了有多危险你想过没有？” “我还没想那么多，”我皱着眉头委屈地说，“只想着先救回一条命再说，换成是你，你会见死不救吗？” “这条命不一样，你捡十条狗我都没意见，可这是狼啊！” “他那么乖，跟小狗没什么两样。”我小声狡辩。 “现在是乖，但狼子野心古而有之。你把老祖宗的话都忘了吗？” “老祖宗还说天圆地方呢！”我向来长着反骨，“现代人比起古人的见识广阔得多，干吗要事事奉行前人的信条？老祖宗就不说瞎话啦？” “这可不是瞎话。'狼子野心'的古文，我在学生时代就读过，说有个富人出猎抓到两只小狼，将他们和狗混在一起豢养，狼很驯服也和狗相安无事。这人竟然就忘了他是狼。一天白天他躺在客厅里，听到群狗发出愤怒的叫声，他被惊醒起来，看看四周没有一个人，再次就枕准备睡觉，狗又像前次一样吼叫。这人便假睡观察，结果发现两只狼等到他没有察觉，要上来咬他的喉咙，狗阻止了狼上前。这个人最后杀狼取皮。故事末尾还专门写了'狼子野心，信不诬哉！'（狼子野心，是真实而没有诬蔑他们啊！）告诫后人。” “古文不错啊！”我一笑，紧跟着辩驳说，“就这个故事本身来说吧，这富人光想着指责他养大的两只小狼背叛了他，可怎么不想想小狼当初是他打猎抓来的呢？说不定还是杀大狼掏狼窝得来的。狼是相当记仇的动物，绝不乏《赵氏孤儿》戏文中忍辱复仇的例子。狼又是崇尚自由的，绝不甘于像狗那样过奴性十足的生活，这富人像训狗一样驯养着狼，怎么可能不是以悲剧结束？这么一个不了解狼性的人留下的评价值得我们信奉吗？况且古人只说狼子野心，这个'野'字就很有深意了，野心是对自己应有生活的一种向往和追求，我觉得身为野狼拥有野心天经地义。” 我俩低头看着这个可怜又可爱的“狼子”，见亦风默然地望着狼犹豫不语，我接着说：“再说'狼子野心'的典故是讲楚穆王时期越椒为夺权而同族相残的故事，人们总是不愿明说自己同类不好而借助兽类来隐喻，历史久远了，后人也就只记着字面的训诫而忘记了故事的根源。” 亦风一扬手：“不管你怎么替狼辩解，狼的凶残还是有目共睹的，他毕竟跟狗不同。那种凶狠不可能因为驯养而有所收敛！撇开'狼子野心'这个典故，千百年来对狼的形容就没一个好的，连古人造这'狼'字都是在'狠'字的头上加了一点，意思是再'狠'一点就是'狼'！” 我用指头在手心写画了一下慢悠悠地说：“为什么那样想呢？狼字拆开是'犬''良'，可以看出，古人认为狼是良犬，而非恶兽，《说文解字》也讲了：'狼，良兽也，从犬良声。'” 这简直是场辩论会，亦风气得猛揪头发，哭笑不得：“伶牙俐齿的！我不跟你争了，总有一天你被他咬一口才知道引狼入室的后果！”说罢无可奈何地转身离去。 房门关上了，一间没有亲人知道的空屋子里，我一个人陪伴着一只狼。虽然刚才极力主张养狼的时候，胆大嘴硬，据理力争，可小狼长大后会不会真的野性大发，趁我睡着的时候，照脖子给我一口，我心里还真没底。亦风发现了真相也好，如果有一天我真出事儿了，至少有个人知道我的去向。