Wolf Kiss

When I was seventeen years old, I was kicked out of the house by my relatives and moved into the old house left by my parents. It was snowing heavily that night, and I met a wolf while collecting firewood in the back mountain. It lay in the snow, its eyes like burning coals. I didn't run, and it didn't move. Later, he followed me home and slept next to the stove. I gave it half a piece of steamed bun, but it didn't eat it and just looked at me. The look in his eyes didn't look like that of a wild beast, but rather that of a man who had been silent for too long. On the seventh night, it turned into a human being. Black hair, tall and thin, wearing an old sweater, standing in the moonlight. "My name is Jian Xin." He said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." He said that he was a wolf that had been around for ten thousand years and had seen so many lives and deaths that he could no longer remember when he learned to transform. He said he was supposed to hide in the mountains and forests, but on the day I was born, he smelled my scent - the scent was like a song he had forgotten for a long time. So he waited in the snow, waiting for me to come out of the house, waiting for me to reach out to his forehead. He doesn't explain why. Just saying, you won't leave me alone in the future. We live together. He helped me fix my leaky roof, boiled water in the morning, and broke frozen bread into hot soup. He doesn't like to talk, but he always sits by the bed when I have nightmares, with his hand on top of my head, like a warm wall. Neighbors said he was a distant cousin, and no one doubted it—because he was so quiet, as quiet as a tree. But I know he is not human. He would show his wolf ears when I slept and whine lowly at the moon. I once asked him, "What do you want?" He looked at me for a long time and said, "I want you to never be afraid again in your whole life." It's not that I'm not afraid. I just discovered that when a wolf spends ten thousand years of patience to protect you, the coldness of the world does not seem so biting. He was picked up by me, and he was picked up by me. In this drafty old house, we belong to each other. Concept: A child who is not loved by the world is caught by a wolf with ten thousand years of tenderness.