Warm shotgun

Warm shotgun

- "Golden Footprints"

Sending away the little fox, Masahiro Lang stood in the snow for a long time, he stared at the fox's footprints, and a warm current in his heart. He thought, what will happen to this family after life?

In the late autumn of the age of 19, Zhengtaro had a big fire at night, and the only one that survived was Zhengtailang and a shotgun.

In the face of flying disasters, in order to make a living, Zheng Tailang his animal-loving heart quietly became cold and hard. He took the shotgun and soon became a skilled professional hunter.

In the early morning, the mist slowly spread out, and there was a ripple in the air, and the forest was covered with milky white light smoke. The smoke and the beam merge, first swirling in the air for a while, then swaying into the air, light and transparent, flying with light and shadow.

Zheng Tailang carrying a shotgun, with a hunting dog, with a little sneer, desire, went into the woods. His eyes turned and he was hungry, greedy, and faintly helpless. The nose sniffed and screamed, and the head turned around with a vigilant turn. The dog at the foot focused on a string of footprints. Zheng Tailang’s face could not help but make a wave of smiles.

The Akita dog snarled in a sturdy state. It licked the snow with its claws and soon revealed a tree hole. A pungent smell rushed in the face, Zheng Tailang frowned, and then opened a smile: "Fox! This can be earned!" Akita's dog eyes flashed the hunger, waiting for an opportunity.

Three pairs of fox eyes glared at Zhengtaro, and he couldn’t wait to pick up the shotgun. An old fox didn't seem to be afraid of it. It even walked out of the hole and put out his tongue to think of the hand of Taro. He was overjoyed. He couldn't think about it and pointed the gun at the fox and pulled the trigger.

The spurted blood stained the barrel of the red, dyed the snow, and dyed the red. He looked at the fox carefully, suddenly trembled, the gun fell from his hand, and at the same time, two lines of tears licked his slightly tender and weather-beaten cheeks, he could not help but burst into tears! - The fox's neck is clearly covered with the scars left by the iron collar!

Eight years ago, the scene flashed through his mind like a picture. The golden footprints were so dazzling. The foxes were so eye-catching when they entered the forest! Through the tearful eyes, Zheng Tailang saw an old fox and a small fox staring at him in a strange and angry manner, and the screams were horrible and chilling.

Masahiro has buried this old fox, and it is destined to have a relationship with him. At the same time, the shotgun was buried.

The hunter Masahiro has faded out of the sight of the animals. He heard that: love them, don't take possession of them. He smiled and added: "Not to be an enemy for a moment of interest."

Sixth grade: Lu Xingyang