Jiang defeated the White-haired Wolf King, so these wolves naturally obeyed Jiang's will.
From then on, Jiang firmly sat on the throne of the Wolf King of Mopan Mountain, and sat for six years. Until six years later, he was captured by Zhang Dajun and locked in a cage.
It was only then that Zhang Dajun realized that Jiang Zhi was his son who had been separated for twelve years.
Later, he tried his best to train Jiang to become a human being, and taught him to speak and walk.
Jiang Qi turned from a wolf into a human, and had been learning to fall in love for more than 5 years, and finally the boy kidnapped his aunt's chrysanthemum.
Of course, this is a later story
Jiang Jie's figure is like a huge lion, standing among the wolves, standing out from the crowd
He shook and left, behind him was his mother, little mother wolf Hongxia, and behind him was his wolf clan team.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the ghost chou ravine
Only then did Shi Sheng realize that he had experienced the test of life and death. He and his sister Erya walked away at the gates of hell.
When his soul flew back into his body, he was also surprised after the shock was settled. He felt that Jiang was so close to him, just like a long-lost relative. This feeling was just rippling in his heart, and he hugged his sister and said: Erya, Yàn's nest has been found, let's go home
The brother and sister were very happy because they had a Yàn nest, Aunt Xiaofang's illness could be saved.
The two children walked down Mopan Mountain hand in hand. At this time, it was already dark. The anxious howl of his father Zhang Dajun came from a distance: Shi Sheng, Erya, where are you?
Shi Sheng and Erya heard their father’s call and quickly responded: Dad... are we here?
Zhang Dajun suddenly heard the echoes of a pair of children, and tears came out, and the fatherly love immediately rose from his heart.
His heart is about to break
Sure enough, two thin figures appeared in front of you. They were Shi Sheng and Erya. The two children had dirty faces, just like two petite cats.
Dajun rushed over and hugged his children in his arms. He kissed Erya and Shi Sheng hard on the faces. Tears flashed in his eyes, but he kept scolding: You two little bastards, who told you to go up the mountain? Don't you know how worried grandpa and grandma are? Turn your butts around, I want to teach you a lesson
When Shi Sheng heard this, he quickly stuck out his butt and prepared to welcome his father's slap. Spanking has become a common occurrence for him over the years and he has become accustomed to it.
Dad usually doesn't want to slap them, and the slap falls on his butt and it doesn't hurt at all
This time Zhang Dajun did not beat him, and he couldn't bear to let him go, so he just patted Shi Sheng's butt: I will teach you to be disobedient, teach you to be disobedient, and dare to pull your sister up the mountain in the future?
Shi Sheng quickly said: Dad, I don’t dare, Dad, what is this? A thousand-year-old Yàn nest, we have picked it
Zhang Dajun looked at the Yàn nest in Shi Sheng's hand, and he immediately widened his eyes.
This Yàn nest is as big as a washbasin, blood-red and blood-red. It looks like a rare treasure. Its age is definitely no less than 1,000 years old.
The army's eyes shone with brilliance: This is what you picked?
Shi Sheng said: Yes, it was me who discovered it, but it was not what I picked it up, it was a wolf, and the wolf picked it up for me.
Wolf? Nonsense? How can a wolf climb a cliff? Why do wolves pick this for you?
Shi Sheng said: Dad, it’s really a wolf that helped us pick it. If you don’t believe me, please ask my sister.
Erya nodded vigorously: Dad, it's true. My brother and I saw it. He is a human being and a wolf. He is very sensible and saved my life.
The more Zhang Dajun listened, the more confused he became. What a mess, he was a human, a wolf, and he could climb mountains.
It's incredible
Fortunately, the couple was fine, Dajun felt much relieved, and he hugged the two children with one hand. Dajun walked down Mopan Mountain with light steps.
When Zhang Dajun walked into Xiaofang's house with a Yàn nest, Xiaofang was no longer able to do it.
In fact, during the Chinese New Year, Xiaofang's illness has reached its late stages, and the disease is swallowing her body little by little.
The poisonous sores on her body continued to spread, at first it was her stomach, and then it developed to her limbs. Finally, her face was covered with poisonous sores of all sizes.
Women are sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake. When they are awake, everything is like ordinary people. When they are unconscious, they start talking nonsense.
: Dazhuang, I saw my father and my mother. They were waiting for me outside the mountain. They asked me to go there
Dazhuang, I saw the barracks in our Tibetan area, the company commander, and the leaders
Dazhuang, I'm cold, can I add some firewood to the bonfire?
Dazhuang knew that there was an hallucination in front of Xiaofang's eyes, which was a very bad signal, which meant that Xiaofang's life was not too long.
Dazhuang took the woman in his arms and kissed her face: Xiaofang, don't be afraid, I am here, I, Li Dazhuang, will always be with you, and we will never be separated in the next life
Xiaofang touched Dazhuang's face, there was a real man in her arms. This man made her dream of life, and she also gave everything for this man. Everything she did was for him.
He is happy, she is happy, he is happy, he is happy, it is the kind of revenge and love
When Dazhuang was tortured by pain, Xiaofang's heart was also tortured. She let the man understand and understand her from the pleasure of revenge.
Xiaofang touched Dazhuang's face and said: Dazhuang, turn on the lights in the room, I want to look at you again...
It's daytime now, and the sun is shining on the woman's face, but Xiaofang feels that it's already dark
Her eyes are blind
Dazhuang hugged Xiaofang's body and cried silently, feeling the woman's body was a little cold and stiff in his arms.
In the end, Xiaofang finally stopped moving. Her eyes widened, staring blankly at the blue sky outside, her eyes full of longing.
Xiaofang died just like that, she was only 28 years old when she died, and Hualiu took her young life
She took away love and took away her reluctance to Li Dazhuang.
She left nothing, and she didn't even have a child before she died.
Li Dazhuang hugged Xiaofang, his tears had dried up. He felt that he owed Xiaofang a lot, including feelings and men's promises. I'm sorry for her forever.
When Zhang Dajun arrived happily with the Yàn nest, he saw Li Dazhuang's cold face and Xiaofang fell in Dazhuang's arms. The woman had already cut off her last breath.
Dajun's heart immediately turned into a handful of ashes, and the Yàn in his hand fell to the ground...
Li Dazhuang didn't cry, hugged Xiaofang, he felt that his tears had already cried.
His mind was a clean sky, clear blue as washed, colorful clouds wandered leisurely in the sky, and cherry blossoms were dancing all over the sky
He saw that happy night in Tibet, he was singing, Xiaofang sang and danced with his singing, and also saw the bonfire reflecting the girl's face red.
He also saw the mountain road that sent Xiaofang back to the company, in that cave, the two of them leaned side by side, just like tonight, keeping each other warm.
The woman's body fragrance is still there, but Xiaofang in front of her has turned into a cold corpse...
Zhang Dajun said: Brother Dazhuang... I'm late... You... Sacrifice and follow the changes
Three days later, Xiaofang was buried
Her funeral was very simple, and she did not invite a drummer, did not hold a big show, did not build a mourning shed, only a coffin
When Dazhuang carried the woman into the coffin, the woman's body was as light as dry firewood, and it could be blown away with a gust of wind.
He closed the lid of the coffin and said to Xiaofang: Xiaofang, don’t worry, I, Li Dazhuang, I am sorry for you in my life, and I will compensate you even if I put on a quilt and do a cow or a horse...
Xiaofang's body was buried in Mopan Mountain. Everyone picked up the iron shovel, covered her coffin with a turret of loess, and soon formed an isolated grave.
Zhang Dajun and Li Dazhuang stood in front of the grave for a long time, and burned a few pieces of yellow paper. The paper was ashes and rose up, as if Xiaofang's soul had refused to disperse for a long time.
Although Xiaofang has not been in Mopan Village for a long time, she left a deep impression on Zhang Dajun.
She is not a bad woman, her debauchery is completely a love for Li Dazhuang, and her nature is kind
She is very kind to the children in the village. She opened a primary school half a year before her death to allow the children to receive education with peace of mind
Maybe Xiaofang felt ashamed of herself to make up for her loss to Mopan Village
Li Dazhuang bowed three times to Xiaofang in front of the grave. Xiaofang had no relatives and no reason. It was the same wherever she buried it. She liked Mopan Mountain, and this should be her best destination.
Every year on Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival, Dazhuang will come to see her, and she has been persisting for more than 20 years.
In the autumn of that year, many brilliant flowers grew on Xiaofang's grave, some red and some white. They looked very beautiful, like Xiaofang's brilliant smiling face...
Life is like a woman playing with jumping rope, always coming again and again
Life is like a woman's aunt, and there is always a bloody disaster every month
There is a saying in ancient times that blessings are unparalleled and misfortunes never come in singularly. Every headache is always followed by another thing that makes people feel even more troublesome.
On the day Xiaofang was buried, something happened again
A overwhelming terrifying cloud once again enveloped the Mopan Village
On the day Xiaofang was buried, Mr. Xing, as the host of the funeral, always shouted: "There is no way ahead, and the height is uneven... He raised his legs and legs, and walked forward carefully!
This is the routine of every funeral. When people put the coffin in the soil, the coffin was lifted from the hearse and many people needed to put it into the tomb
At this time, the emcee asked everyone to see the way, move forward carefully, and never trip over with one foot
Because the coffin hits the ground, it will cause trouble to the descendants, which is a very bad omen for the funeral family.
Generally, after the burial, Mr. Xing would give a eulogy in front of the dead's grave, praying that the dead would be gone to the upper eve as soon as possible and not to be lingered in the past.
After all, dead people and living people are people from two worlds. Everyone has ended their relationship, and they will go their own way and have no relationship with each other.
This is also a routine
After the prayer of the congratulations, everyone left and began to walk home.
On the way home, everyone's face was not good-looking. Needless to say, Zhang Dajun and Li Dazhuang were both sighing and regretful about Xiaofang's life experience, especially Li Dazhuang. Xiaofang's death left deep anxiety and self-blame in his heart.
From then on, Jiang firmly sat on the throne of the Wolf King of Mopan Mountain, and sat for six years. Until six years later, he was captured by Zhang Dajun and locked in a cage.
It was only then that Zhang Dajun realized that Jiang Zhi was his son who had been separated for twelve years.
Later, he tried his best to train Jiang to become a human being, and taught him to speak and walk.
Jiang Qi turned from a wolf into a human, and had been learning to fall in love for more than 5 years, and finally the boy kidnapped his aunt's chrysanthemum.
Of course, this is a later story
Jiang Jie's figure is like a huge lion, standing among the wolves, standing out from the crowd
He shook and left, behind him was his mother, little mother wolf Hongxia, and behind him was his wolf clan team.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the ghost chou ravine
Only then did Shi Sheng realize that he had experienced the test of life and death. He and his sister Erya walked away at the gates of hell.
When his soul flew back into his body, he was also surprised after the shock was settled. He felt that Jiang was so close to him, just like a long-lost relative. This feeling was just rippling in his heart, and he hugged his sister and said: Erya, Yàn's nest has been found, let's go home
The brother and sister were very happy because they had a Yàn nest, Aunt Xiaofang's illness could be saved.
The two children walked down Mopan Mountain hand in hand. At this time, it was already dark. The anxious howl of his father Zhang Dajun came from a distance: Shi Sheng, Erya, where are you?
Shi Sheng and Erya heard their father’s call and quickly responded: Dad... are we here?
Zhang Dajun suddenly heard the echoes of a pair of children, and tears came out, and the fatherly love immediately rose from his heart.
His heart is about to break
Sure enough, two thin figures appeared in front of you. They were Shi Sheng and Erya. The two children had dirty faces, just like two petite cats.
Dajun rushed over and hugged his children in his arms. He kissed Erya and Shi Sheng hard on the faces. Tears flashed in his eyes, but he kept scolding: You two little bastards, who told you to go up the mountain? Don't you know how worried grandpa and grandma are? Turn your butts around, I want to teach you a lesson
When Shi Sheng heard this, he quickly stuck out his butt and prepared to welcome his father's slap. Spanking has become a common occurrence for him over the years and he has become accustomed to it.
Dad usually doesn't want to slap them, and the slap falls on his butt and it doesn't hurt at all
This time Zhang Dajun did not beat him, and he couldn't bear to let him go, so he just patted Shi Sheng's butt: I will teach you to be disobedient, teach you to be disobedient, and dare to pull your sister up the mountain in the future?
Shi Sheng quickly said: Dad, I don’t dare, Dad, what is this? A thousand-year-old Yàn nest, we have picked it
Zhang Dajun looked at the Yàn nest in Shi Sheng's hand, and he immediately widened his eyes.
This Yàn nest is as big as a washbasin, blood-red and blood-red. It looks like a rare treasure. Its age is definitely no less than 1,000 years old.
The army's eyes shone with brilliance: This is what you picked?
Shi Sheng said: Yes, it was me who discovered it, but it was not what I picked it up, it was a wolf, and the wolf picked it up for me.
Wolf? Nonsense? How can a wolf climb a cliff? Why do wolves pick this for you?
Shi Sheng said: Dad, it’s really a wolf that helped us pick it. If you don’t believe me, please ask my sister.
Erya nodded vigorously: Dad, it's true. My brother and I saw it. He is a human being and a wolf. He is very sensible and saved my life.
The more Zhang Dajun listened, the more confused he became. What a mess, he was a human, a wolf, and he could climb mountains.
It's incredible
Fortunately, the couple was fine, Dajun felt much relieved, and he hugged the two children with one hand. Dajun walked down Mopan Mountain with light steps.
When Zhang Dajun walked into Xiaofang's house with a Yàn nest, Xiaofang was no longer able to do it.
In fact, during the Chinese New Year, Xiaofang's illness has reached its late stages, and the disease is swallowing her body little by little.
The poisonous sores on her body continued to spread, at first it was her stomach, and then it developed to her limbs. Finally, her face was covered with poisonous sores of all sizes.
Women are sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake. When they are awake, everything is like ordinary people. When they are unconscious, they start talking nonsense.
: Dazhuang, I saw my father and my mother. They were waiting for me outside the mountain. They asked me to go there
Dazhuang, I saw the barracks in our Tibetan area, the company commander, and the leaders
Dazhuang, I'm cold, can I add some firewood to the bonfire?
Dazhuang knew that there was an hallucination in front of Xiaofang's eyes, which was a very bad signal, which meant that Xiaofang's life was not too long.
Dazhuang took the woman in his arms and kissed her face: Xiaofang, don't be afraid, I am here, I, Li Dazhuang, will always be with you, and we will never be separated in the next life
Xiaofang touched Dazhuang's face, there was a real man in her arms. This man made her dream of life, and she also gave everything for this man. Everything she did was for him.
He is happy, she is happy, he is happy, he is happy, it is the kind of revenge and love
When Dazhuang was tortured by pain, Xiaofang's heart was also tortured. She let the man understand and understand her from the pleasure of revenge.
Xiaofang touched Dazhuang's face and said: Dazhuang, turn on the lights in the room, I want to look at you again...
It's daytime now, and the sun is shining on the woman's face, but Xiaofang feels that it's already dark
Her eyes are blind
Dazhuang hugged Xiaofang's body and cried silently, feeling the woman's body was a little cold and stiff in his arms.
In the end, Xiaofang finally stopped moving. Her eyes widened, staring blankly at the blue sky outside, her eyes full of longing.
Xiaofang died just like that, she was only 28 years old when she died, and Hualiu took her young life
She took away love and took away her reluctance to Li Dazhuang.
She left nothing, and she didn't even have a child before she died.
Li Dazhuang hugged Xiaofang, his tears had dried up. He felt that he owed Xiaofang a lot, including feelings and men's promises. I'm sorry for her forever.
When Zhang Dajun arrived happily with the Yàn nest, he saw Li Dazhuang's cold face and Xiaofang fell in Dazhuang's arms. The woman had already cut off her last breath.
Dajun's heart immediately turned into a handful of ashes, and the Yàn in his hand fell to the ground...
Li Dazhuang didn't cry, hugged Xiaofang, he felt that his tears had already cried.
His mind was a clean sky, clear blue as washed, colorful clouds wandered leisurely in the sky, and cherry blossoms were dancing all over the sky
He saw that happy night in Tibet, he was singing, Xiaofang sang and danced with his singing, and also saw the bonfire reflecting the girl's face red.
He also saw the mountain road that sent Xiaofang back to the company, in that cave, the two of them leaned side by side, just like tonight, keeping each other warm.
The woman's body fragrance is still there, but Xiaofang in front of her has turned into a cold corpse...
Zhang Dajun said: Brother Dazhuang... I'm late... You... Sacrifice and follow the changes
Three days later, Xiaofang was buried
Her funeral was very simple, and she did not invite a drummer, did not hold a big show, did not build a mourning shed, only a coffin
When Dazhuang carried the woman into the coffin, the woman's body was as light as dry firewood, and it could be blown away with a gust of wind.
He closed the lid of the coffin and said to Xiaofang: Xiaofang, don’t worry, I, Li Dazhuang, I am sorry for you in my life, and I will compensate you even if I put on a quilt and do a cow or a horse...
Xiaofang's body was buried in Mopan Mountain. Everyone picked up the iron shovel, covered her coffin with a turret of loess, and soon formed an isolated grave.
Zhang Dajun and Li Dazhuang stood in front of the grave for a long time, and burned a few pieces of yellow paper. The paper was ashes and rose up, as if Xiaofang's soul had refused to disperse for a long time.
Although Xiaofang has not been in Mopan Village for a long time, she left a deep impression on Zhang Dajun.
She is not a bad woman, her debauchery is completely a love for Li Dazhuang, and her nature is kind
She is very kind to the children in the village. She opened a primary school half a year before her death to allow the children to receive education with peace of mind
Maybe Xiaofang felt ashamed of herself to make up for her loss to Mopan Village
Li Dazhuang bowed three times to Xiaofang in front of the grave. Xiaofang had no relatives and no reason. It was the same wherever she buried it. She liked Mopan Mountain, and this should be her best destination.
Every year on Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival, Dazhuang will come to see her, and she has been persisting for more than 20 years.
In the autumn of that year, many brilliant flowers grew on Xiaofang's grave, some red and some white. They looked very beautiful, like Xiaofang's brilliant smiling face...
Life is like a woman playing with jumping rope, always coming again and again
Life is like a woman's aunt, and there is always a bloody disaster every month
There is a saying in ancient times that blessings are unparalleled and misfortunes never come in singularly. Every headache is always followed by another thing that makes people feel even more troublesome.
On the day Xiaofang was buried, something happened again
A overwhelming terrifying cloud once again enveloped the Mopan Village
On the day Xiaofang was buried, Mr. Xing, as the host of the funeral, always shouted: "There is no way ahead, and the height is uneven... He raised his legs and legs, and walked forward carefully!
This is the routine of every funeral. When people put the coffin in the soil, the coffin was lifted from the hearse and many people needed to put it into the tomb
At this time, the emcee asked everyone to see the way, move forward carefully, and never trip over with one foot
Because the coffin hits the ground, it will cause trouble to the descendants, which is a very bad omen for the funeral family.
Generally, after the burial, Mr. Xing would give a eulogy in front of the dead's grave, praying that the dead would be gone to the upper eve as soon as possible and not to be lingered in the past.
After all, dead people and living people are people from two worlds. Everyone has ended their relationship, and they will go their own way and have no relationship with each other.
This is also a routine
After the prayer of the congratulations, everyone left and began to walk home.
On the way home, everyone's face was not good-looking. Needless to say, Zhang Dajun and Li Dazhuang were both sighing and regretful about Xiaofang's life experience, especially Li Dazhuang. Xiaofang's death left deep anxiety and self-blame in his heart.
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