【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

It was already late at night when they arrived, and there were only trees around the hut far away from the town. The rustling of the leaves made by the night wind blowing through the leaves and the chirping of insects coming out of nowhere were the only sounds that could be heard. Logan had already asked someone to repair and tidy up his dilapidated house in advance. He got out of the car and looked around the long-lost cabin, nodding with satisfaction.

Returning to the car, Logan knocked on the window, and Scott, who was sitting and sleeping, rubbed his eyes and lifted the blanket off his body. His voice was a little hoarse: "Are you there?"

"Yes."

Scott got out of the car, took out the glasses in his pocket and put them on, Logan took the young man's wrist and led him into the house.All the responsibility that belonged to Jim fell on Logan, because they didn't take Jim, the big dog was fostered at Jean's house, but Logan thought it seemed quite happy, the man grinned thoughtfully.

The long-time driving made both of them very tired. They just barely took off their coats and trousers, fell on the bed together, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Logan's house is not too big, divided into upper and lower floors.The first floor is the living room and dining room, and the upper floor is a bedroom with a bathroom and a guest bedroom. Through the stairs in the study room next to the bedroom, you can lead to a small attic where various sundries are piled up.

After eating and drinking enough, Logan led Scott to get acquainted with the direction. Scott liked this cottage very much. It is not much furnished and is convenient.Surrounded by dense forests, the air has the unique freshness of trees.Standing in the bedroom on the second floor, he could see a river passing by not far away, and Scott could imagine that in every hot summer, little Logan would swim there to cool off, and maybe fight with Victor.

"Actually, my mother doesn't let me play there." Logan saw his eyes fall on the river, "But Victor likes it and always drags me to it, and everyone here can swim."

"During the hunting season, my father would occasionally take us to hunt deer in the woods. The first time I touched a gun was when I was 10 years old."

The man next to him babbled about the past, and Scott listened with interest.

In the afternoon, Logan drove Scott to the town to buy daily necessities.There are not many residents in the town, only two or three pedestrians walked by.After being away for so long, Logan didn't see a few acquaintances.

"In the past, the owner's wife of that candy shop would always give me more candy." Logan pointed to a small shop on the side of the street. The rainbow painted on the signboard was a bit faded, and Logan had a look of nostalgia on his face.

"Because you're cute?" Scott thought of the old photo he'd found in the study that morning, of Logan, maybe six or seven, standing with Victor, his older brother a little taller and thinner.However, both of them have soft curly hair and big eyes. Logan scowled impatiently, looking like a pouty little girl. Logan frowned when he heard that, and Scott involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth when he saw the similar expression on the photo.

They parked in the shadow of trees next to a rumbling lumbermill, and the two leaned against their car, talking lightly.

"The splatter of sawdust on the cut log can last me all day." Logan shrugged and pointed to the tall machine.

"At that time, I had a very good friend. Later, she left Canada with her parents, and we never met again." Scott suddenly remembered the origin of "Wolverine", and he understood.

A truck carrying lumber passed by, raising a cloud of smoke.Logan, who revisited the old place, was in a complicated mood. He turned his head and glanced at the profile of Scott who was still carefully observing the surroundings. When he noticed that he was frowning again because of a headache, he called to go back together.

"I was going to stay here after I retired." Logan drove towards home, the man tilted his head and said to Scott beside him.If he had stayed here, Logan wouldn't have opened a dessert shop called Wolverine in Pennsylvania, and he wouldn't have met Scott.

As if thinking of something, Scott suddenly smiled.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked.

Scott didn't answer directly, but just said: "There is a young writer who has recently encountered a creative bottleneck, so he decided to go to the Canadian forest for a walk."

"Ha, go on." Logan looked forward, feeling comfortable with Scott's characteristic narration tone.

"He rented a hut on the border of the town. One day, when he was driving casually on the road, he was fascinated by the scenery on both sides of the road. When he came back to his senses, he drove into a lumberyard and almost ran into a truck. collide."

"The truck driver kept yelling at him. He slammed the steering wheel. A layer of smoke filled the place where the car passed by. Fortunately, it stopped in an open space. The sudden accident made the writer startled. He used a trembling He took off his round-rimmed glasses, panting and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead."

"At this moment, a lumberjack approached him. A tall and strong man was carrying an axe, and he was holding an unlit cigar in his mouth. He seemed to be in charge of the construction site. He thought he would be reprimanded, but the man just took down the cigar , and asked him: 'Are you okay?'."

"The lumberjacks also lived on the border, and the young writer thought he could have more exchanges with the local people and draw materials for his works. After several exchanges, the two became friends."

"The lumberjack has a good personality and is informal. Although he doesn't like the habits of the city people, he found that the city people can actually endure hardships, which made him have a good impression of this young man. The two often go together Drinking, hunting and fishing occasionally, they have a lot of common language, and also found a lot of bright spots from each other."

"Spring goes to winter. One day, the writer wanted to go to the woods on foot. His friend worried that he might get lost, so he went with him. It started well. The sky was very gloomy in the evening, which was a sign of a snowstorm. , the two decided to go back quickly, but met the wolves."

"Fortunately they had guns and they got away from the wolves but the logger was injured and that's when the snowstorm came."

"The writer helped his companion to stumble and walk hard in the snowstorm. The injured worker vaguely remembered that there was a hut in the forest for travelers to stay temporarily. Based on their memory, they finally saw the black shadow appearing in the snowstorm and found the Shelter." Scott paused when he said that they had arrived home, the two of them were sitting on the sofa in the house, and Logan was still listening with gusto.Seeing that Scott stopped talking, he just urged: "And then?"

"The men who had been here before made a fire skillfully with dry wood, and they were all relieved to find that the house had warmed up. The two took off their wet clothes and dried them on a rack next to the fire. The woodcutter wiped his body hastily with a cloth, And bandaged the wounds, because they had eaten before meeting the wolves, so they were not hungry. The flickering dry wood flame made a crackling sound, and the two of them wrapped in blankets sat on the small bed in the hut."

"The writer feels very sorry. If it wasn't for his proposal, his friend would not have been injured or trapped in the snowstorm with him. Looking at the little writer's tangled expression, the man just raised his eyebrows and said it's okay, and then..."

"I know what's wrong with them," Logan interrupted Scott, pursing his lips, he stared at the young man who was close at hand, leaned forward to get closer to each other, and sprinkled moist and warm breaths on each other's faces, Logan said softly, " They kiss."

they kiss.