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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"dad?"

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

"Headache."

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

"Where does it hurt? Moya?"

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

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

"Dad, touch."

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

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

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

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

Fortunately, it wasn't too late, the child was willing to be so close to him, Roger gently helped chuīchuī, the night was getting heavier and heavier, Mo Ya was lying in her father's arms for the first time, and rubbed and rubbed secretly, thinking she didn't. people found out.

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

"What's the matter, Moya?" Roger asked softly. Shòu's hearing has always been sharp. Even if Moya was young, it was much better than his own. He must have heard something suspicious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Xiya thought for a while, and told the situation of that day one by one. They also went east. Anbu saw Xiaoshanbao who often brought Moya to play, and his heart moved. According to common sense, it was raining that day. Luo Jie will definitely take Moya back, unless there is an accident, he doesn't dare to think about another possibility, he can only speculate that Roger took Moya to hide, and the closest place to hide is that deep abyss. Gully up.

They went down to the gully and found Roger's clothes. There was little rain below. In addition, Roger was running in a hurry, and the clothes were scraped by the branches. They followed the trail and quickly went down to the place. Roger.

Roger was leaning on Little Bear's belly to drink water at the time. He drank too much water these days, and his whole body became edema.

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

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

Anson said a name, but Roger didn't remember it clearly. It wasn't a bear. It was said that it was a very cruel predator on the rough plains. Can't escape their claws.

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

"They're back," said Roger.

"Let's go." An Sen greeted, and the people turned their wings and flew, and sure enough, they saw the two big round bears rushing back.

This time it was a near miss, but who can guarantee that it won’t happen next time, An Luo thought about it again and again and decided to retire from the position of the patriarch. The apparent reason was that he was not good at words. In terms of coordination and communication on many things, he felt that doing It's not good enough. The most real reason is that this time he was really frightened by Roger. If he wasn't the patriarch, he wouldn't have to go out every time he hunted, so that he and his brother would take turns at home so that he could take better care of Roger and Roger. Children, this dangerous situation will not occur.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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