chater4 Walking through the deserted corridor, the sound of shoes hitting the ground echoed all around, the shadows of the trees were reflected on the marble floor, and the scattered light spots of the setting sun were floating, as if the road in front of me was divided into countless fragments, misty and Untrue.
From a distance, I seemed to see a person hugging his legs at the end of the corridor, sitting there facing the wall, his head buried between his legs, his shoulders shaking slightly.
I felt like he was crying.
What's there to cry about?
Is he also a poor person facing being called a parent?
I walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, what are you doing here?"
The man turned around, his face was pale, his eyes were sunken, his eye circles were red, his lips were exaggeratedly large and blood red.
I was startled and backed away quickly.
This thing can’t be a human, right?
There are a lot of words "Woooo﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋" His cry was like the wind blowing through the eaves at night, which made people's hair stand on end.
I felt my voice trembling: "What the hell are you doing?"
He opened his mouth with an "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and a severed tongue wriggled in his mouth.
Thick blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the ground shockingly.
He opened his mouth wide and whined, as if to show me how much pain he was in.
But what can I do?
I yelled: "Oh, there's a ghost!"
and ran back quickly.
The footsteps that followed kept lingering behind me, getting closer and closer, and the sound of "woo woo" kept coming.
I, why am I so unlucky?
God, I don't want to die, I was wrong, I won't meddle anymore.
Run and run, the monster behind you keeps chasing you Only one step away from me His hands have already grabbed my clothes Suddenly a voice shouted: "Look down."
"I quickly lowered my head, and a black-purple lightning with a sizzling roar shot directly at the monster behind me.
I turned around and saw that the monster turned into a pile of ashes before it could call for help, and was blown away by the galloping evening wind.
There was a red bloody handprint on my back where he had scratched me.
I patted my chest for a long time, unable to calm down, and fell to the ground.
God, I didn't do anything harmful, right?
There are so many words, but why do you always treat me like this?
"Da da da" is the sound of footsteps The hairs all over my body stood up again.
Is there anything else?
I stared hard at the dark corner in front of me.
A black light flashed, and a child with black hair and black eyes walked out of the darkness.
He was wearing a dark black dress trimmed with gold, and the blood-red cloak behind him moved without any wind.
My instinct told me that he was not acting in a drama.
He walked closer to me step by step, his dark eyes locked on my face tightly, and I felt like my face was about to be pierced by his gaze.
His fair and flawless face had no expression, his short black hair was dancing like life, and his black eyes were like a bottomless lake, but the moment his eyes flickered, I felt a hint of affection.
I have never seen such a beautiful child, and this child is so cold.
I sat on the ground and looked at him blankly.
I didn't plan to struggle anymore because I felt it was impossible for me to run away from his hands.
His aura was boss-level and the ultimate boss.
I closed my eyes and waited for death.
Closer, three steps, two steps, one step.
He raised his hand and came closer to me, then held my head and let me rest my head in his arms.
I was completely stunned.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh going to die.
He put his pointed chin on the top of my head and said in a soft voice, as lonely as a wisp of wind blowing in the dark night, "Don't be afraid, I will always protect you."
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Always and always It feels so heavy, as heavy as a promise I blinked, what happened?
I dare not move.
He just held my head gently with his soft hands without saying a word, as if it was the most precious thing to him, as if he only wanted to hold my head in his whole life.
Tell me, will he take it away if he is happy?
But that is my head.
I don’t know where I got the courage, but I actually pulled him away and said to him seriously: Oh kid, I don’t want others to hold my head.
"He was startled, then put his white and tender hands on my face, and then smiled softly, like a beautiful and charming poppy flower, with water seeming to drip from his big eyes.
I, I, I'm afraid I suddenly wanted to say to him: Oh, please take my head away, please take my head away, it makes me feel bad when you laugh like this.
"But I held back, okay I'm a coward.
We stared at each other, and time seemed to have stopped, as if we were going to look at each other like this until the end of time.
But why should I look at a child like this?
Why?
My eyes hurt when I look at him like this.
He is so beautiful and dazzling.
I jumped up from the ground and ran forward desperately.
I swear I have never run so fast when chasing pigeons.
I wanted to escape, escape from everything I didn't know.
The child behind him didn't seem to catch up.
When I got home, I immediately crawled into bed.
I began to tremble unknowingly.
I was so stuffy that I couldn't even sweat.
It felt like someone would take my head away if I poked my head in.
This feeling is scary, right?
There are many words I seemed to have never been so scared.
It felt like something was stuck in my chest and I had a terrible headache.
That kid is a monster, right?
There are a lot of words, he can't be the same as that bat and snake, right?
What should I do?
Although I live without making much contribution to society or my family, I don’t want to die easily.
After all, my grandma has raised her for so many years and wasted so much food to raise such a big baby.
If I die now, she won’t Is it a big loss?
Holding the quilt and biting it hard, I really really want to live.
"Are you sure this is you?
Have you turned into a loser who only hides in bed and trembles when something happens?"
No words skipped.
A voice came from outside the quilt, I didn't know who it was.
I really want to tell him that you have never died, so you don’t know how much others want to live.
You will never understand the hardships of people who work hard and want to live, but I have no strength to refute.
I am so tired, really good. tired.
But the voice kept asking, looking very angry and hating the iron is not made of steel: Why why why did you become like this?
Are you really dead?
I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it.”
I can't hear I can't hear.
"Get up Sakya, Sakya" But the voice kept calling.
I finally got angry.
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It was the anger of a desperate person struggling in the cracks.
I closed my eyes and covered my ears and yelled at the voice desperately: "Ot Gungun switch, why do you want to care about me?
Go away."
I was holding it in too much.
Long-lasting tears also burst out like a dam.
I won’t be Sakya, not the Sakya you mentioned Then the surroundings became very quiet, and there was no sound.
When I opened my eyes, I saw grandma standing at the door with a shocked look on her face: "Momo, what's wrong with you?"
"I failed the test."
I sniffed, tears and runny nose streaming down my face.
Grandma rushed over and hugged me in her arms, touched my hair and said distressedly: Ouch, what's the matter?
Neither your grandfather nor I can read, let alone your father.
Of course you can't.
It would be strange if you could. " Uh, are you comforting me or hurting me?
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