The story of the photographer and the wolf child

Folk stories are one of the important categories of folk literature. I bring you a story about a photographer and a wolf child. Come on, "go home and tell your mother that I'm going to your house for dinner, but before that, you have to show me the route to your house." Let's wait and see.

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I am a photographer. If I didn't want to take some valuable photos, I wouldn't have walked into this dense virgin forest and suffered this punishment.

Now I'm lying on the branch of a big tree, ready to spend a tough night in the forest. I tied myself tightly with a rope for fear of falling.

In the middle of the night, under the tree twenty or thirty meters away, suddenly there was a strange call! There is a white thing lying there.

After dawn, I looked at the place where the white thing lay last night. I opened my eyes wide. It's a boy! He is naked and dirty, and his hair is much longer than the average person. His hair is probably uncut, long and messy, and his ears are a little turned. Especially his eyes, fierce and cold, almost unlike human eyes.

Suddenly, a rabbit jumped out from behind the tree and saw the boy jump up like lightning. Before I could see it clearly, his teeth had bitten the rabbit's neck. He tore off the poor rabbit skin and swallowed the bloody rabbit.

I exclaimed: Wolf boy! That boy is a wolf child! My cry caught his attention.

There was a terrible expression in his eyes, and he stared at me maliciously. Then he bowed his head and ate the rabbit, licked his mouth contentedly, looked at me again, closed his eyes as if he were asleep.

I broke off a branch and tentatively threw it seven or eight meters in front of the wolf child, and he jumped up at once. This guy is really a ghost! But he only jumped about a meter, let out a cry and immediately lay down. I finally found that one of his legs was caught in a heavy trap. This trap weighs at least 50 kilograms. As soon as he left, the trap would pull his leg, so he stayed there.

This time I was relieved, so I climbed down from the tree and wanted to have a closer look at this wolf child. Unexpectedly, the wolf child suddenly jumped up like a spring, swooped down on me and dragged the heavy trap up, but this jump also made him suffer.

The trap opened his wound again, only to see his leg bleeding and he howled in pain. When he is in pain, he is completely like a little boy. No one will be indifferent to the sight of a child aged 13 screaming in pain there.

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I remembered that I had some medicine in my backpack, which should cure his injury, but I was afraid that his seizure would hurt people, so I thought of a way. I put a ring on the rope and threw it gently in front of him. Wolf child shrank back first, then came, and his hand just fell into the ring.

As soon as I pulled, the ferrule collapsed and the wolf child's hand was tightly clamped. I tied the rope to a tree not far away. He let out a cry of horror and then went to bite the rope.

At this time, I threw the bag in his face, jumped on him, grabbed his chin with my left hand and pulled the bag open with my right hand. His face was fierce, showing his fangs and trying to bite me, but his chin resisted. He is very strong, but in any case, a 25-year-old man with his hands tied and his legs clamped can handle a "little boy".

I took a ball of cloth out of my bag and stuffed it into his mouth. He stared at me angrily and viciously, and now I have finally subdued him.

I looked at his wound. His left leg was deeply stuck in an animal trap, and the wound had rotted, giving off an unpleasant smell. I untied the trap, took out disinfectant powder from my bag and sprinkled it on his wound. He looked at me painfully, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Now he has calmed down and stopped moving, because he may see that I mean no harm.

I gently bandaged his wound, then climbed up the tree, cut off a long thick branch and picked up the cloth ball from his mouth. As for the rope, he bit it off with a few strokes.

He looked at the cloth wrapped around his leg, stretched his leg and found that the trap was not on his leg, so his eyes showed joy and he slowly climbed a few steps forward. He crawled slowly, climbed several trees, and then looked back at me. Suddenly I wanted to take a picture of him, but he was gone.

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In the next few days, I never saw a wolf child again, nor did I meet any other wild animals. I took some good photos. There was little food left in the canvas bag, so I decided to go home.

It's my bad luck. That afternoon, I walked for three hours, only to find that I had returned to my original place. I'm lost. I'm really tired. I went to a tree and wanted to lie down against it. Suddenly, on one occasion, Dr. Liu came back with a visit from China and was stopped by several people on the way. It turned out that this woman was pregnant and invited the most famous stable woman nearby, but she couldn't give birth naturally after all her efforts. Seeing that the maternal life is in danger, she hopes that Dr. Liu can save people. Liu Dakui rushed to the patient's home with Liu Zhong's regulations. I froze. Not far away, a leopard stared at me! I quickly climbed the tree next to me.

Climbing up the tree, I took another look at the leopard. It was still lying there, motionless. Although I was scared to death, I still felt something was wrong. At this moment, a white-faced bird flew over and landed on the leopard's head. Strangely, the leopard did not move. The white-faced finch pecked the leopard's eyes a few times, but the leopard remained motionless and unresponsive like a sculpture.

It dawned on me that this leopard was dead! I walked over and found that the leopard's neck had been bitten off and there was a big pool of blood under his body.

I walked carefully along the blood trail. I found a shotgun in a piece of grass.

The barrel of this shotgun is rusty. There is a bullet, a moldy boot and a kettle with half a pot of water not far away.

At this moment, I saw the blood disappear in a dense bush. I crept over and stepped on a dead branch, which snapped, and then an animal shot out like an arrow. Before I could raise my gun, it knocked me down. At that moment, I found that this animal was nothing but a wolf child!

He told his entourage to take out two pears and two persimmons and bring them to Chen Chunqiu, saying, "This is a tribute from Jiangnan. Today, I sent two pears and two persimmons to Chen Manor. I hope your majesty will live up to the emperor's kindness and let all the men, women and children in Chen Zhuang enjoy the favor of the court. " Neng also recognized me, paused, and then fell limply beside me, dizzy and fried broad beans: this is the most common way to eat in rural areas. There are many kinds of fried broad beans with different tastes. Some fry the hard beans directly in the pot, and some fry the bean sprouts after hatching. The "fried beans with salt" produced in Guancheng is crispy and delicious, and is loved by all ages. There is also a kind of fried beans, hard and fragrant, called "slate beans". Young people like to eat, most of them are hidden in their pockets, stuffed into their mouths, "crunching" and full of flavor. in the past

I put him on the ground, and the cloth I bandaged his left leg had fallen off. But I can see that his leg injury has improved a lot. But in other parts of his body, there are scars everywhere, obviously left by fighting with leopards.

This boy is not bad. He actually killed a leopard. But he was obviously badly injured and too weak to have any strength. I think maybe we should get him something to eat.

Suddenly, I saw a wild boar killing a leopard. Wild boar is not easy to mess with I raised my gun, and at that moment, the wild boar turned around and saw me, and suddenly rushed over, only to hear a bang, and the gun rang.

The shot was impartial and hit the boar right on the forehead. It snorted and stopped.

I dragged that end "brave soldier, don't kill me!" " The snake pleaded, "I have been waiting for you for a long time." The wild boar has 100 kg, reaching the wolf child. The smell of wild boar killed him and he opened his eyes. I cut off the boar sticks and threw them to him. He looked at me and wolfed it down. After he finished eating, he looked up at me quietly. His eyes are missing now. "Don't fool me, who are you kidding?" Look at your grain bag. You ran out of the grain depot and sent the news here. "Look some fierce.

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I was so sleepy that I finally fell asleep in a daze. Woke up the next morning, to my surprise, the wolf child was lying on my body, sleeping soundly.

I can't explain why he crawled here, because he wanted to rely on my body to keep warm, or because he was lonely, and he wanted to come and be my companion. When he is asleep, he looks like a normal child.

He opened his eyes when I moved. I reached out and touched his head gently. He didn't grin or stare at me maliciously, but closed his eyes and let me touch him meekly. The eldest son of the king raised by the fisherman is smart and kind, and looks brave. "He must be a special person," Gaiman whispered to his wife. "Look, his skin is yellow and tender, and he is very handsome." He looks very lively! Maybe he was robbed by his father's enemies and hid in that cave. We will always know who he really is in the future. "

I can't help laughing. He finally took me as his friend. Suddenly, there was a piercing cry, and I was horrified to find wolves all around. Wolf child lying beside me, still with his eyes closed. I dare not move, for fear of being bitten by a wolf if I move a little. But I couldn't help but move my hand in a panic.

A wolf found it at once and jumped on my neck. I quickly blocked it with my hand, and the wolf bit my hand and tore off a piece of meat. The smell of blood killed the other wolves, and they all came at me.

Suddenly, there was a long howl, and all the wolves stopped. I saw the wolf child roll over and sit up. It was he who cried. He growled at the wolves and they all backed off. Then he suddenly jumped up and jumped on the guy who attacked me first, tearing and biting. The wolf ran away screaming.

Wolf child ran to me and licked my blood with his tongue. I took out my canvas bag and bandaged the wound on my hand. At this time, the wolf boy ran around and said to other craftsmen named Luo, "This kind of martial arts is rare in the world!" Look at that. The wolves looked at me and growled. It seems that Sun Man, who is rich, asked what strange disease it was, and foolishly said that it was just hot poison. The red papules that often grow on people are the result of the spread of heat poison. However, Master Sun is used to being pampered and taking tonics every day, so that the heat toxin cannot spread and stagnate in the viscera. He left Master Sun in the filthy mud just to fight poison with poison and stimulate the heat poison in his body. Just now, they thought I hurt the wolf child, so they attacked me. Now everything is clear.

Wolves are sitting in the distance. Anyway, sitting with so many wolves is not a pleasant thing. I put my bag on my back, patted him on the head and left. He followed me with wolves.

On the fourth morning, I finally found my way and found that I was not far from the edge of the forest. In the afternoon, through the impenetrable forest, I can already see the corner of the roof of those villages near the forest.

Here, the wolves stopped moving. But the wolf child still followed me, biting my skirts with his teeth from time to time, obviously not wanting to leave me.

The village has stood in front of the scholar, where is there a kind and kind grandfather? Obviously, a bloody and ferocious elder said, "I don't know what kind of tea this is." A terrible old ghost full of rotten maggots. You can see it clearly. By the time I got here, the wolf boy had stopped walking. He circled around me and pushed me with his body, trying to get me back, but then he stopped when he saw that I was determined to move forward.

I walked to the edge of the forest, turned around and saw his eyes looking at me gloomily, and tears slowly flowed out. If he could talk, he would have opened his mouth and told me a lot, but he couldn't say anything, just raised his head, uttered a long cry of sadness and pain, and then turned and disappeared into the vast forest.

The story of the photographer and the wolf child ends here.

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