"dad?"

"Huh?" Roger was busy now, so he responded casually.

"Dad, watermelon is very sweet."

"En." Roger didn't hear what Moya said at all.

In the evening, Xia, who had been out playing for a day, finally came back and took her younger brother to take a bath in the shallow water by the stream.

"Watermelon is very sweet." Mo Ya mustered up her courage to show her brother what she learned today.

"Oh, it's very sweet, does Moya want to eat it?" It's a pity that Xi Ya was still young, so she didn't realize that this was the second thing her brother would say besides his father.

Except for his uncle, no one praised him, Moya was disappointed, Xia saw him unhappy, she pushed him into the water jokingly, bit the fluff on his belly and said, "Moya wants to eat, brother will come back tomorrow. Bring it to you."

The two children, Roger, were helping to wipe the gān, and Xia was rolling in his arms, vividly describing what he played today. For this child, Roger is very relieved, his ability to live is very strong, look at the automatic shrinking The horn...

Mo Ya fell asleep in the corner of the bed and fell into a warm embrace.

"Uncle Anbu." Mo Ya licked his face in her sleep, much slippery than during the day, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

The author has something to say: I wanted to write this chapter 20 years later, but I am really sleepy, and I will continue tomorrow. Rice has been working hard recently.

Roger's Extra Story 12

It was only at this time that Roger dared to hug this child without any scruples. He was reluctant to approach this unusually silent child because of Ambu and his own reasons, but he had not yet reached the point of hatred. He was also born in the seventh month of pregnancy, but although this child is young, he can already see that he is too sensitive, or that he is too emotional.

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 you are sensible, and Mo Ya also needs to learn to be independent. He is a shòu person, and one day he will have to take on his own responsibilities.

"Moya, you have to get up quickly, so that I can feel more at ease when I leave." These two children are destined to not be able to take either 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 Mei. , 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.

Xia stayed home all day long. Looking out the window, Mo Ya was taking a nap in the cool reeds by the stream. Roger also decided to take a cold bath and sleep. down. 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 rough plain, 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 her head and saw 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 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 kissed, the simple and pure satisfaction floated in eyes.

The window was not closed, and the paper on the table that was rattled 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 off 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 climbed up, he didn't stand firm, and suddenly jumped, the wood pressed on the paper was knocked away, and the paper floated everywhere in the wind. Yes, the ones that were lucky not to be scattered were also soaked in the black ink that was poured. 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 this shape, he was very angry, and stepped down from the bed in one step. This was his hard work for more than two years, and it was all his hope of returning home, which was destroyed today. On this child, how could he not be angry.

"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 door-to-door to inform them that there would be strong winds coming from the rough plains in the past two days, try not to leave the tribe, especially now that most of the shòu people in the tribe have gone out, and the remaining females and There are more children.

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 unique tree species on the rough plains of the Leopard tribe. During the rainy season, its branches grow very soft and strong, and there is clear water stored in it. The tree will bear large, delicious and juicy fruits. The leaves are all gone, and the leaves are 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 go back and 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 outside is stronger, and a huge bào storm is about to come.

"Moya..."

"Moya, I'm dad..."

"Moya..."

"..."

Roger knew that Moya didn't go to the tribe alone, so he went straight to the rough land as soon as he came out. But the rough land was too big, he really didn't know where to look, and he wasn't as sensitive as the shòu people.

"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.

"Mo Ya, he just likes to walk on the rough plains by himself."

Xia's words made Roger very uncomfortable.

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

With an approximate goal this time, 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. The rain was overwhelming, and there was a vast expanse of white in front of him. He could see everything. don't know, the rough ground was wet and slippery, Roger had fallen countless times, 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 the puddle on the rough plain, and a sharp pain came from his foot, which must have been a slap.

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.