red ribbon lion king

Chapter 16 Mother's Heart Is Bleeding
In the middle of the night, the wasp-waisted lioness returned to the gourd wasteland from the Batia desert under the starlight.

The giant yellow mane and the braided lion had already returned to the territory of the Patilu lion group.The wasteland was deserted, filled with a faint smell of blood.It found the bodies of Jinzao and Hongpiao in the grass nest. Poor little guy, his neck was broken and his face was scratched to pieces.It touched the gravel beach where the wasteland meets the desert, smelled the smell of blood, and found Yaya.

Yaya died even worse, her waist was bitten off, her stomach was sliced ​​open, and the ground was covered in blood.A group of greedy flies bit Yaya.As it approached, the frightened flies scattered, countless pairs of wings vibrated, making a buzzing sound.It swung its tail and swung it up and down, left and right, hoping to wipe out all these annoying flies.The yellow giant mane must have been very angry at its refusal to follow them back to the Patilu lion group, and killed Yaya in a particularly cruel way as a means of revenge.

The wasp-waisted lioness carefully picked up the nape of Yaya's neck, and moved Yaya to the grass nest, where she stayed with the golden jujube and the red dipper.They are brothers and sisters born to the same fetus, and they should be together in life and death.Poor Yaya, her eyes are still wide open and her mouth is still open in an O shape. It can be seen that until the last moment when the candle of life is extinguished, she is still calling and waiting, hoping that her mother can save it.The wasp-waisted lioness felt a pain in her heart, picked up some sand and decayed grass, and covered the three cubs.Rest in peace, baby, as long as mother is alive, she will try to avenge you.

After hastily burying the three cubs, the wasp-waisted lioness began to look for the red ribbon.It searched the four corners of the calabash wasteland, southeast, northwest, but there was no trace of the red ribbon.He hummed and roared in the dark again, in the empty and silent night, there was no response.It remembered very clearly that the red streamer was injured and fled under the attack of the giant yellow mane and the braided lion.The biggest possibility is to escape into the Batia Desert.Maybe he was seriously injured and didn't have the energy to go back to the Gourd Wasteland.It wants to find it, it is the only companion it can rely on in this world.

The wasp-waisted lioness walked out of the gourd wasteland and searched carefully on the edge of the Batia Desert. With the help of the bleak starlight and the hazy snow light reflected by Kilimanjaro Snow Mountain, it saw two rows of messy animals in a winding sand ditch. After sniffing for a while, I could vaguely smell the familiar red ribbon.

It walked along the footprints, and after walking a few hundred meters, the two rows of footprints climbed out of the sand ditch and extended to a rolling sand dune in the distance.It walked on the soft sand for a long time, turned over two sand dunes, and at a glance saw a dark object in a leeward corner among the bright yellow sand. Lying lion.

It roared at the object a few times, but there was no movement.Maybe a weathered stone, maybe a dead tree stump, it thought.

Walking a few steps closer, the protruding shoulders, broad thighs, and huge head, aren't they just the red ribbon that has been with it day and night for more than half a year?It vomited and screamed twice, but the other party remained silent and motionless.Could it be that the red streamer was injured because of the serious injury... It shuddered, its heart constricted suddenly, and hurriedly ran over, and when it came to the front, it was indeed a red streamer, lying on its side in the sand, with its face buried in its chest, There was a smell of dirty blood from the wound on his body, and he was motionless, as if he was dead.

The wasp-waisted lioness roared in mourning for a while, and raised one front paw to caress the back of the red ribbon's head, which is a bit like a human crying while touching a coffin.As soon as its paws touched the mane, the red ribbon suddenly came alive, raised its head, shook it angrily twice, and let out a rough breath from its mouth, as if it was dissatisfied with the wasp-waisted lioness' paw. to touch its head.

——Damn ghost, pretend to be dead to scare me!
The wasp-waisted lioness was really taken aback, she involuntarily retracted her outstretched claws, took a step back, and blamed in a shy and startled manner.

The red streamer was not happy because the wasp-waisted lioness came to her side, she drooped her head, and buried her face in her arms as if dead, lying motionless.

——Are you seriously injured and unable to stand up, or are you too hungry to stand up?Don't scare me!

——The wasp-waisted lioness moved closer to push the red dipper with her paws.

As if to prove that he was not unable to stand up, the red streamer rolled over and stood up, flicked his tail at it a few times, turned his head and ran to the other side, and lay down lazily with his knees bent.This set of combined body movements clearly conveys such a message: leave me alone, I want to be alone.

The wasp-waisted lioness knew why the red streamer was downcast.

Every big male lion, after obtaining its lioness, owning its territory, and giving birth to its offspring, will become arrogant and arrogant, its vanity will be extremely inflated, and everything will be ignored, as if the world It's just the same.

But once the lioness cannot resist the invasion of the foreign lions, the lioness is occupied, the territory is taken away, and the offspring are killed, the will to power will immediately drop from the boiling point to the freezing point, and fall from the clouds into the abyss. The former majesty is like a cloud blown away by the wind. The bravery of the past is like a sand embankment being washed away by the tide, and the aura of the past is like a mist being sucked dry by the scorching sun.The self-esteem of a male lion is like dewdrops, like flowers, like glass, like rainbows, like comets, beautiful and delicate, fragile and brittle, and will be shattered at the slightest setback.

There are quite a few outstanding male lions in their prime of life, once defeated by the invading male lions, their mood plummets, their bodies age rapidly, and they will be ruthlessly eliminated by life in a short time.It's called Frustrated Lion Syndrome.It knows that what the red ribbon is suffering from is the frustrated lion syndrome.

The red streamer finally used the scent boundary coil to delineate the gourd wasteland, and had three cubs connected by blood. I felt that I was already a big lion with a territory and a lion group, but was suddenly destroyed by the yellow giant mane and the braided lion. All, psychological trauma is far more serious than physical trauma.The future is bleak, the sky has fallen, there is no mind to forage, depression and sorrow bite its soul.The inner qualities of a male lion have been bitten away, and it is only the majestic shell of a male lion.

If the wasp-waisted lioness leaves it alone, one can imagine the ending of the red streamer.

It will sleep in the sand until the sun comes out tomorrow. Under the scorching sun, in order not to be roasted into lion meat, it has to run back to the gourd wasteland. It has no intention of catching prey, so it snatches some from vultures or hyenas. Carrion is used to satisfy hunger, the body becomes thinner day by day, the mane falls off one by one, like a frightened bird, it flees when it hears the cries of other male lions, hides in hiding, and becomes a beggar lion that no one looks down on.

More than half a year ago, the red streamer was also very downcast, with a haggard face and nowhere to go, but in comparison, its spiritual crisis is far more serious than half a year ago: more than half a year ago, the red streamer was just a lion that had never owned a territory and a pride The wandering lions have nothing in the first place, it is just that the unlucky ones are more unlucky, and the unlucky ones are even more unfortunate. Although they are also depressed, there is always a glimmer of hope in their hearts. As long as there is a turning point, the emotions will be excited. The spirit will cheer up; and at this moment, the red streamer has experienced the glory of the big lion, once prominent, now down and out, once owned, now has nothing, the huge status gap will inevitably produce a huge feeling of weightlessness, coupled with the failure The shame and the pain of the wound will spontaneously produce a feeling that the road of life has come to an end. All thoughts are lost and self-defeating. Even if there is a chance to make a comeback, there is no ambition to stand up in the face of adversity.

The wasp-waisted lioness circled around the red streamer lying on her side a few times, not sure if she wanted to help the red streamer untie the dead knot in her heart due to her tragic failure.

In the lion society, once the big male lion in charge of the lion group is defeated by other big male lions, the lioness in the lion group will not follow the loser to escape, nor will he comfort and comfort the loser.In a lion society, once a male lion in power is usurped, it is generally impossible to turn over like a pancake.In human society, today you are in power, tomorrow I will be in power, and he will come to power the day after tomorrow, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, and the phenomenon of Fengshui rotation and everyone taking turns sitting in the manor does not exist in the lion world.

For a male lion, life is short and youth is perishable. There is at most one chance in a lifetime to have his own territory, lioness and offspring.The deposed lion king is like a blooming flower, a passing star, an extinguished fire, a bird with broken wings, and a stranded fish.To revive the fallen lion king is like making a withered flower bloom again, let a burned meteor shine again, let the extinguished cold ashes rekindle the flame, let a bird with a broken wing return to the blue sky, let the stranded How difficult it is to return dried fish to the sea.

It can be said that a male lion who has been expelled from his territory and thrown from his throne is a scrapped lion.It is entirely possible that it consumes a lot of time, energy and painstaking effort, just like trying to hatch a bird with a pebble, and there will be no results, it is still a useless lion.

If it wants to start life again, it can go to other single male lions.There are many strong and strong wandering lions in the Luolian prairie.Although those wandering lions are also frustrated and downcast, their spiritual world is not incomplete, and their determination and confidence to fight against fate have not been wiped out.Living with such a lion, there is hope and hope, and life is much easier.

However, the wasp-waisted lioness couldn't bear to leave the red ribbon behind.Their combination is not a combination of male and female in the ordinary sense, but a combination of common destiny and a common struggle.Their initial acquaintance was a kind of chance encounter, and now I recall it with a bit of romantic aftertaste.Later, they worked together to find their own territory, gave birth to three lion cubs, and established a warm home.In this process, they share the troubles and bitterness of failure together, and share the joy and sweetness of success together.It can't let go of the deep emotion and heavy love.Although the red ribbon is a loser in the competition for survival, in its mind, it is still a gentle, kind and upright lion.

Old relationships are hard to let go, for females.

Besides, there is a deeper reason for the wasp-waisted lioness to help the red streamer get back on her feet.It felt that the reason why the red streamer failed miserably in this battle to defend the territory and defend the heirs was that it also had an unshirkable responsibility.It is it who insists on not allowing the red streamer to house the hyena-free male lion. The red streamer has no assistants or partners, and of course it can't resist the vicious yellow giant mane and the braided lion.

If it hadn't interfered that time, the red ribbon would have successfully held a scent recognition ceremony for the hyena-free male lions, allowing the hyena-free male lions to join their small lion group. Perhaps they would not have lost so badly in the battle of the Lions entering the raid.Not to mention being able to defeat the giant yellow mane and the braided lion, at least, with the help of the mane-free male lion, the red streamer can last a little longer, so that it can smoothly and safely transfer the three cubs to the hinterland of the desert, without was killed.

Alas, at that time, it only thought of a male and a male plus a few cubs, which was the most ideal new lion group. A lion group is like a small sampan. It is difficult not to be swallowed by the eddies and waves when driving in the sea that is often turbulent in the competition for survival.

At that time, it foolishly believed that Red Streamer wanted to house male lions without hyenas, which was a kind of senseless ambition and vanity, and was caused by the bad nature of males.As it turned out, it was wrong.The reason why males are obsessed with competing for social status, and the reason why male lions want to expand their strength whenever they have a chance, is due to the environment of the jungle. If they don't do this, they will be ruthlessly eliminated by life.In this sense, it hurt the red ribbon.

Feeling guilty, the wasp-waisted lioness walked a few steps, stood next to the red streamer, and lay down, her soft neck rested on the back of the red streamer's head, rubbed gently, and purred from deep in her throat. Animal-specific sound of chanting Buddha.It is comforting a wounded heart with feminine tenderness, as if to say: Don’t be sad, everything is over, survival is a gamble of fate, there are always winners and losers, cheer up, we start life again.

The red streamer buried her face deeply in her arms, ashamed as if she had no face to see others.

The wasp-waisted lioness licks the wounds on the neck, thighs and chest of the red streamer with her tongue, and her saliva has anti-inflammatory, hemostatic and analgesic effects.Male lions often fight, and their bodies are easily injured. If the lion king returns from victory in a group of lions with wives and concubines, several female lions will gather around the lion king, competing to heal his wounds with saliva.Lions who were defeated and fled certainly could not enjoy this blessing, so they had to lick and heal their own wounds. Some wounds were in places where the tongue could not reach, and if they were not treated, they often became inflamed and festered, which was life-threatening.

The wasp-waisted lioness hopes that her careful licking can not only heal the injured body of the red streamer, but also heal her scarred soul.

Perhaps moved by its warmth, the red streamer raised her head, her eyes dimmed, her face covered with an obscure light, she looked at it with a puzzled expression, and let out a series of hoarse and muddy cries , seems to be asking: I am already a lion eliminated by life, you really don't dislike me, are you really willing to be with me?
The wasp-waisted lioness raised her head and let out a long roar towards the holy Kilimanjaro Snow Mountain in the distance and the star-studded sapphire blue night sky.That is to show the red streamer that the wasp-waisted lioness will be with the red streamer for life after life.

Finally, the sadness and desolation on the red streamer's face subsided a little, and she stood up tremblingly.The wasp-waisted lioness put her head on its waist and pushed it out of the Batia Desert.

There was a blush on the horizon, and a few big colorful parrots dragged their long emerald green tails, flying in the sky that was still in the night.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst out from the earth, and the sun broke through the leaden clouds and burst out from the black horizon.The monotonous night sky suddenly became colorful.At some point, a golden eagle came out of the clouds and swooped down towards the big parrot.Another relentlessly vibrant day has begun on the African savannah.

(End of this chapter)