Haze, dim sky.

The cold wind was cold, Lin Xiuyuan moved numbly with his backpack on his back, and walked alone on the lively street.

The icy raindrops fell on his heart, cutting off every trace of popularity around him.

Fragrant lamb skewers, noisy whistles, and messy information drilled into his mind from Lin Xiuyuan's nose and cochlea.

It was like a thin strand of hair, sticking to his sideburns all the way down, down, deep into the placket of his back, gently scratching at his loose skin.

Bursts of irritability ignited the ignorant karmic fire in the chest, and it grew rapidly in the boiling popularity.

Before this evil fire could burn all over his body, the numbness and coldness that surged deep in his soul were like a wave of the North Pole, and in an instant, the small flame in his heart was easily extinguished.

"Bang"

The fat shoulders with a hint of warmth came towards him, knocking Lin Xiuyuan's thin body and staggering, and the sorry voice sounded far away, and the tone without the slightest apology was full of perfunctory.

"Sorry, in a hurry. ”

The tip of his nose twitched slightly, and a faint fox smell came from the slightly moist sleeves. The disgust from the physiological level finally made Lin Xiuyuan's numb and thin face like ten thousand years of ice move.

His brows furrowed, and he took out a thick leather book from his bag with his backhand and blocked it in front of him.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, I just think they are noisy.

A family of three walked from behind Lin Xiuyuan with a smile and a smile, and it was soon convenient for Lin Xiuyuan, who was faltering, to walk side by side.

The little boy holding the mutton skewer in his left hand and dragging his mother in his right hand stared at Lin Xiuyuan curiously, his big flickering eyes revealing doubt.

'Why is this big brother reading upside down?'

The little boy was not a mouthy bear child, and before his curiosity was revealed, he was caught all the attention by the strange things on the side.

"Mom, Dad, I want to see which one, okay. ”

"Okay, good, what the baby wants, Dad will buy it for you. ”

"You..."

The family of three gradually moved away, Lin Xiuyuan withdrew his indifferent gaze, moved naturally, quietly turned the head of the book, and walked in the direction of home.

Oh no, it wasn't home, just a strange and familiar room.

As the downtown area was left behind, the pedestrians on the streets began to become sparse and the popularity slowly faded. Only the cold night wind was left to call on the silent street.

Thousands of lights, lit up sporadically, intertwined with each other, dotted with high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, intertwined with a warm halo.

Leaving Lin Xiuyuan alone, carrying a bag, staggering alone, close to the halo on both sides, it seems to be the end of the world.

Lin Xiuyuan breathed in the night wind, the cold air flow swirled, as if spreading from his lungs to his whole body, and there was a slip of ice slag hanging from his eyebrows.

He stretched out a hand, poked into the placket of his chest, and held a pendant, the warm jade plate became warm under the invasion of the cold wind, and streams of heat went straight from Lin Xiuyuan's palm to his heart.

"You left so early, are you really ruthless?"

Lin Xiuyuan withdrew his hand from the placket, stared at the jade plate in his palm, and muttered to himself.

Two years ago, it was a sunny and sunny afternoon.

The non-stop chirping of summer cicadas has never been so pleasant, and the jammed cars on the streets are like rows of keys on a piano, and the shrill whistle plays a cheerful music.

Lin Xiuyuan, who was sweating profusely, was dancing comically on the not empty street as if no one was around, and his posture slid strangely in the direction of home.

He carried a package in his hand, like a folder, unpretentious.

It was the fruit of his 12 years.

Today is a beautiful day for him and his parents to enjoy the fruits together, and the sweet fruits watered by twelve years of uninterrupted bitter sweat.

Lin Xiuyuan only felt at that moment that the whole world was his stage.

It's a pity that his stage is black and white.

Two simple death notices were delivered to him at the same time.

Along with the letter of acceptance.

A symphony of joy and sorrow was played.

...

The death of his parents, who are firefighters, seems to be inevitable.

Under the raging fire, they ascended to heaven with glory, leaving a copper wall in the world.

He erected a barrier of life in front of the people, keeping death at hand.

Lin Xiuyuan was also blocked in front of the garden of life.

Only two white petals withered in the flames were left, and two small boxes.

The joys and sorrows are only in an instant, and the stage that has just been erected can also be draped with a white cloth on the spot, and the suona hand changes the tone.

It is not only a sedan chair, but also a hundred birds and a phoenix.

...

Suddenly, a cluster of orange-red light imprinted into Lin Xiuyuan's eyes, and the crazy beating orange-red light looked so abrupt and out of place in this peaceful halo.

"It's on fire, come and put out the fire"

......

The faint cry for help floated into Lin Xiuyuan's ears on the express train of the night wind.

The orange firelight, exuding a dangerous and destructive aura, made the pores of Lin Xiuyuan's whole body shrink suddenly, and the hairs on his back stood up.

As if the picture in the dream reappeared, countless figures rose and fell in the mountain fire that covered the sky and the sun, and in the face of the billowing smoke, they fought with the terrible red ghosts, and used their flesh and blood to knock the red ghosts down again little by little.

The number of figures decreased little by little, and the red ghosts also fell into the abyss step by step.

At the last moment, with the sacrifice blow of the two figures, the red ghost staggered into the abyss, and the piercing and unwilling wails resounded through the four fields.

The red ghost used all his strength, and with boundless resentment, he swung his claws and took away the two figures that haunted Lin Xiuyuan's soul.

The withered white petals of his ears fell on the palm of his hand.

"Smack"

Lin Xiuyuan was full of cleverness, the tome he was holding in both hands fell to the spot, he looked at the house not far away that was about to be engulfed by flames, and a touch of madness gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Heroic parents should also have heroic sons, shouldn't they?

"Bang"

There was a muffled sound when the backpack hit the ground, and Lin Xiuyuan threw away the burden on his body and rushed towards the firelight.

After many years, the hot blood spreads again throughout the body, and the heart slowly accelerates and beats vigorously, pressing the blood to all parts of the body.

The muscles that had been somewhat atrophied were stimulated by the hot blood and swelled again.

An abnormal flush slowly surged up Lin Xiuyuan's cheeks, and the snow-white of his eyes quietly crept up to red bloodshots.

But Lin Xiuyuan didn't have anything about it, he only felt that his state was better than ever.

His body, which had been rusting for two years, burst out with a different kind of vitality again, and he ran faster and faster.

His hands were close to his sides, swinging quickly and exaggeratedly, and a pair of long legs were like flying.

It's like flying. ’

The pot shrank to the ground, and the surrounding scenery quickly retreated, and the heaven and earth were once again alone with him.

Lin Xiuyuan looked at the tall building not far in front of him, and at the cracked iron window at the entrance of the balcony on the second floor, the blazing tongue of fire licked wantonly in the air, forcing back any well-wishers present who wanted to participate in the rescue.

They had to pick up their mobile phones, call the fire alarm, and paced helplessly.

"Sa"

The whistling wind swept through Lin Xiuyuan's figure, breaking through the blockade of the tongue of fire, and with the brilliance of life burning, it slammed into the crack of the iron window of the balcony on the second floor.

Strips of flesh and skin that had been scorched by the fire were left behind and disappeared into the depths of the balcony.

Fire, infinite fire.

Without oxygen, it is impossible to breathe.

It's so uncomfortable, I'm going to suffocate.

...

The blazing tongue of fire licked the skin around Lin Xiuyuan's body, and the boiling hot blood steamed into patches of red mist under the high temperature of the fire.

"Boom"

The slender body was wrapped in red flames, and the blood mist shattered the broken beams in front of him, and the thick black smoke blinded him.

Following his intuition, his right arm, which was twisted at a strange angle, was raised above his head with a "swish", and the door on his side was lost.

The thin man with one arm, dripping with blood, the flesh at the corners of his mouth was all torn open, and his blood-red gums were turned over.

The big mouth that grinned to the root of the ears was enough to make the child dare not cry at night, just like a red ghost in the depths of the Nine Hells.

"Ahh

Before Zou Qingge's scream was finished, he was forced back into his stomach by the billowing smoke, causing a heart-rending cough.

The brain that was already deprived of oxygen was completely killed by this cough, as if it was hit directly in the back of the head by a sledgehammer, and after a look in his eyes, Zou Qingge simply fainted.

"Saving lives"

The last remaining consciousness lingered in Lin Xiuyuan's mind, and he stiffly stretched out his only remaining left hand, squeezed the still wet quilt on Zou Qingge's body, and wrapped the other party's head in the same way.

The still-strong brain gave the last command, and it pressed the adrenal glands, releasing the last of the adrenal hormones.

The torso of the oil lamp was exhausted, and once again squeezed out the little vitality left of the cells in the body, and gathered it all in the left arm.

Cohesion, compression.

The heavy quilt pierced the air, piercing through the shattered iron windows with precision, and fell heavily as the tongues of fire retracted helplessly.

The body of a fat man.

...

"This unbridled oppression, it feels... That's ™ nice. ”

Lin Xiuyuan's only remaining left hand was placed on his chest, and he tightly grasped a warm jade pendant.

He squirmed the muscles of his vocal cords that weren't there, and let out a silent sigh.

Then he remained motionless.

The sound of sirens sounded in the distance, and in the sound of dripping, Lin Xiuyuan closed his eyes peacefully, and the two black holes revealed a faint tranquility.

The withered corpses lay quietly in the middle of the fire, turning to ashes little by little along the edges.

The junction of the left arm with the chest broke, and the left arm, which had lost its support, fell to the floor and shattered into a cloud of pitch-black powder.

Nothing

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