Super Zoo-Chapter 411 - 407 Reconciliation Between Father and Daughter

When the little girl woke up, the first thing she saw was a face covered in fluff, with two curious, shiny black eyes sizing her up.

The little girl was startled and sat up with a sudden jerk, crying out loud with a "wah."

Her cries also frightened the little fox that had been lying on top of her, causing it to dart away and hide behind a larger fox, peeping out cautiously at the little girl with half of its head showing.

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Only then did the little girl realize that she was still by the big lake, but she could no longer see any tents or signs of people.

In front of her was a fiery red, big fox. Snuggled within its thick fur were three little ones, about the size of kittens, huddled together and peering out at her with curiosity.

From the fairy tales she had heard since childhood, the little girl knew that foxes were big, cunning villains, and some were even said to eat people!

"Waah... please don’t eat me... I don’t have a mommy, I’m so pitiful..." the little girl began to wail once again.

Perhaps it was because the ’highland pasture’ of Yamdrok Lake provided an inexhaustible source of food, or maybe the fox family simply wasn’t interested in the skinny little girl. They neither turned into monstrous creatures to eat her as she had imagined, nor were they scared off by her crying.

The red fox family, not often encountering humans, was not very afraid and just curiously watched her cry.

The little girl sat crying, and after watching her for a while, the mother fox—presumably finding it boring—led her children to the lakeside to paw at the water, teaching them how to catch fish.

After crying her heart out, the little girl’s throat was sore, her strength was gone, and her stomach rumbled with hunger.

The foxes had already caught several fish as long as chopsticks and had left them on stones by the lake.

"I want to eat too," mumbled the little girl as she looked at the small fish that she usually wouldn’t bat an eyelid at and sucked her fingers pitifully.

Of course, the foxes couldn’t understand her, and they were noisily enjoying their meal, making the little girl drool with hunger. Only after the foxes had finished and scampered off did she dare to pick one of the leftover fish that looked somewhat intact.

After hesitating for quite a while, hunger prevailed. She bit into it with a frown.

The taste of the fish was not bad, not as fishy as the ones raised in the city. The flesh was moist, and upon careful chewing, it even tasted a little sweet.

Not feeling the hunger before was one thing, but once she ate, the fire of hunger in her belly blazed even fiercer. She threw hygiene to the wind, gobbling down the leftover fish like a little savage until there was nothing left.

And then the long wait began. By the next day, when the little girl’s stomach was growling again, the fox family returned.

"Please, God, let them catch more fish today," the little girl prayed.

Perhaps in this place closest to heaven, the animals had a natural kind of spirituality. The mother fox looked at the fish bones gnawed to bits on the ground and seemed to guess something. After they finished eating, she brought two whole fish and dropped them in front of the little girl.

"Thank you, thank you!" The little girl was so moved she was close to tears, her saliva and tears streaming down together.

On the third day, the mother fox even brought a bunch of unknown wild berries that tasted sour and sweet.

Day after day, the fox family would come to the lakeside to fish. The extras were given to the little girl, who sometimes also received a dead bird or some wild berries.

After a week, the careless father finally discovered his little girl!

"Daddy, Daddy, I’m here!" the little girl, in her tattered clothes, ran towards her father, his face covered with stubble.

Just at that moment, the fox family appeared behind the little girl as usual, with the mother fox holding a bloody big rat in her mouth.

After a week of searching, the father had almost given up hope, his mind on the verge of madness and collapse. The sudden joy of finding his daughter filled his chest, and he swore that he would never let anyone or anything hurt his daughter again.

The instant he saw the fox family, he thought these wild beasts might harm his daughter. He rushed towards her like a madman, scooped her up, and with the shotgun given to him by the Tibetans, aimed at the fox family without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

The sound of gunfire echoed over the azure Yamdrok Lake.

The fox family lay in a pool of blood, the fox mother’s belly riddled with dense gunshot wounds, oozing blood, her lifeless, pitch-black eyes gazing at the sky. Even in death, the fox mother had not forgotten to protect her children, shielding them with her body from most of the pellets fired by homemade guns.

Even so, two of the young foxes were hit by the dense barrage of pellets and fell behind their mother.

Only the smallest red fox, which had been lying on the little girl that day, survived by running last because it was the most timid.

The little red fox had no idea what had happened, thinking its mother and siblings were simply asleep, it nuzzled them with its wet nose, issuing anxious cries, not understanding why they would not move.

"Ah!" the little girl was stunned by the scene before her eyes.

When her father raised the gun again, she didn’t hesitate to throw herself forward, tightly embracing the surviving red fox in her arms.

...

The studio was very quiet, only the voice of the young girl who had now graduated high school could be heard.

"Since that day, I went a whole year without speaking a word to my father or to anyone else, many people thought I had become mute. But no matter where I went, I would hold her, fearing someone might hurt her," the girl’s eyes were red-rimmed.

Miss Red Fox’s eyes whirled around, perhaps having forgotten the ’accident’ from years ago, but although it normally didn’t like to be close to humans, it now contentedly lay in the arms of the little girl.

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As the girl grew up, going to school, making friends, and since foxes are a nationally protected species not allowed to be kept privately, under the persuasion of her father’s old friend, Mr. Song, the girl finally agreed to hand over Miss Red Fox to the zoo.

On the day Miss Red Fox was taken away, the girl who hadn’t spoken for a year finally burst into tears with a loud cry.

"So, have you forgiven your father?" the equally young host asked.

The little girl was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly, "I never truly hated him, I know he is the person who loves me the most in the world."

"Then why, even after you grew up, did you speak so little to him?" the host asked curiously.

The girl bit her lip and said softly with her head bowed, "I was afraid that if I forgave him, he wouldn’t love me as much as he used to."

There was a moment of silence throughout the room.

The host nodded, offering a somewhat mysterious smile. "Today, we have a very special guest... Miss Li, I apologize for not asking for your permission in advance..."

Suddenly, the door to the studio opened, and in the doorway stood a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

"Now, please welcome the father of Miss Li, Mr. Li."

The girl’s eyes widened as she slowly rose from her seat, not even noticing Miss Red Fox quietly slipping away from her embrace.

The middle-aged man’s eyes reddened as he strode forward, enveloping his daughter in his embrace.

After many years, the little girl finally cried out loudly in her father’s arms.

All the knots in the hearts of father and daughter were untied.

It wasn’t just the little girl who was crying—the corner of the live broadcast room was also filled with tears, as Nangong Yan, trying not to disturb the live broadcast and not daring to make a sound, buried her head in Suming’s chest, her fists pummelling his shoulder continuously, sobbing, "Wuuu... you’re so bad, always making me cry... Don’t do such tear-jerking and touching shows again..."