"Now, it's dark!"

This is the rest of Heng Sheng, who is bleeding red in the white bandage of his body, shrinking in a dark place, waking up in a daze, opening his first eyes, seeing the scene around him, and the feedback of the feeling of facing him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"If only there was light. ”

Every person who walks in the dark, every time he travels, he will silently pray for mercy from God in his heart.

Even if it's always an endless luxury.

After thinking about it together, Heng Yusheng, who was covered with scars, smiled like a fool, grinning with a blood-red mouth in the black where he couldn't see his five fingers.

Even the bloody mouth, the blood-red scar, is in an incomparably unbridled commotion, struggling with the merciless stinging of strips, mocking this good-for-nothing fool:

You are a lost dog, a waste who can't even protect your home, and you still want to have light in this overwhelming darkness?

So

Lian, the scarred Heng Yusheng, a lonely man whose family was ruined, himself: in this black that he couldn't see his fingers, he grinned with a blood-red mouth, and smiled.

Like a fool!

It is not often said that:

You can't laugh, you can't cry!

He, these days, has dried up all the tears of his life, what else can he do?

therefore

Like a fool, laugh!

But, smiling, smiling, he somehow, the damn dampness in his eyes, like a terrible ghost asking for his life after midnight, reappeared, and his bloodshot eyes were constantly in pain.

The painful eyes, at first, symbolically resisted slightly, and then, under one touch, it was like a mountain falling like a mountain of defeated embankments, just like the vast sea of the world, the raging waves of the stacked tide, the unstoppable rambling will rush to sweep away everything and obstacles that block it in front of it.

I can't see the black with my fingers, really, I can't see clearly, it's fierce and brutal bloody appearance.

It was as if a jet-black blue-dyed rag swept him into the garbage heap with a foul stench of flies.

It, demonic, crumbled and laughed at him, mercilessly, destroyed!

You listen

Strange sounds, with a heartbreaking loneliness, spread in this dark world, miserable and miserable!

suddenly

It's so bright!

The light of the white thorns,

For example, the sun is hollow.

Bright!

Frightened and shrunk on the ground, that person! Like a skinny street rat, desperately buried his face in his blood-red chest, scraping the blood-soaked white collapse belt, sobbing, sobbing, and that, in an instant, his face was full of panic and tears.

The sudden light, the ruthless stripped of the white thorns, and the black that he couldn't see his five fingers, he was the only remaining strong.

Only,

A, a lonely blood-colored bereaved dog, with, covered with a handful of filthy leprosy, dragging half-lame hind legs, begging, living, the world.

In the cold and bitter winter, in the knife wind that scrapes the bones,

The blood-colored mourner with his head shrunk is doomed, waiting, not until tomorrow's sun.

"Young Master!"

Two words suddenly!

Two words of gentleness and gentleness!

(Ben, written out, not saved, and forgotten!, therefore, simply not written!)