Dongfang Xiaoshu was not injured, maybe because of the fire in his abdomen, he was too tired, so he really fell asleep all the time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sitting quietly on a flame glowing with lapis and gold electric sparks, I didn't see how flustered it was, because Dongfang Xiaoshu's thoughts didn't know where it flew now.

Past

Sitting in the office, I narrated the ordinary situation with a pencil.

"Man has only one heart, and the heart is a two-room house, one room is for happiness, and the other room is for sorrow, so when you are sad, you must cry out loud, so as to alarm the happiness of the neighbor."

The pencil continues, and sixteen years of hard reading have changed my mind, but I can't change the color of my heart.

With that innocence and simplicity, he struggled in the world, but he was never able to cross too many thresholds and too many rules.

In order to keep the color of the heart, the innocence and simplicity collided and struggled back and forth between the threshold and the rules, and even broke the blood.

Is he too stupid, or is the world too smart, why do you cross the threshold and rules, and have to lose or even extinguish the innocence and simplicity in your heart?

In order to live, I had to wrap my body, carry a heavy shell, and be careful to struggle.

For the sake of the house, the car and the woman, he had to sell his pure heart and even his noble self-esteem and let others trample on it.

Carrying the house, the car and the woman, crawling step by step, smiling even if we wept, I became a hypocritical and faithful servant from then on.

Innocence and simplicity were convicted of a felony by reality, and since then they have lived in a cold cage.

Drink your own blood in the cup, smile and wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, life has to go on......

The pencil was still rustling, but no words were left.

Life

Everywhere there were rivers of blood, everywhere there were seas of fire, everywhere there were miserable and brutal screams, everywhere there were shadows of all colors, everywhere there were slashing knives and killing people.

Wrapped in it, like a headless fly, it stumbled around from east to west, and finally fell, and then the world went dark.

"Damn, next time, I'll break your dog's leg!"

A greasy guy stomped on his back mercilessly, he was still nibbling on the steaming steamed bun in his hand, and the three mouthfuls disappeared, and the greasy guy saw this and made up for it again.

Cross-eyed is called experiencing life, there is no pie in the sky, as long as you live, you have to pay the price.

"Quack, burn a pot of hot water for Lao Tzu to burn his feet!"

Thin, he silently bowed his head and turned to leave.

"I still have to raise it for a while, it's just too thin! But I haven't eaten meat for a long time, no matter what, it's a tooth sacrifice, and it's considered to be open meat! ”

The old voice was talking to himself, his feet were flipping back and forth in the hot water, and he shook his head to show a pleasant look.

The fork of the fire, while the old man closed his eyes and enjoyed it, pierced the old man's throat without hesitation, and the old man fell silently, and the blood was bright red.

That was the first time he had killed someone, and it had become a nightmare that he didn't dare to kill in the future.

Just because he couldn't bear the humiliation at home, he secretly planned to run away from home, but he didn't want to fall into the hands of gangsters and was almost eaten.

He was eleven years old.

It was that year that I picked up the first year of junior high that could only cry and couldn't speak.,Maybe it's my conscience found out after the killing.,In short, there's always something in the dark that makes him destined to meet with the first year.,Snuggle up to each other.。

In reality, a thin bead of sweat appeared on Dongfang Xiaoshu's forehead, and his body twitched a little involuntarily, but one hand was still held tightly by Chu Yi, very tight, very steady.

The blue-gold electric sparks became no longer calm, they kept rising and falling, beating back and forth, and the red flames moved like flowing water, as if they were yawning and stretching their limbs hard, which was extremely weird.

The little tree in the east still sat quietly, hot tears falling in the flames above the electric sparks, quickly merging and disappearing.

The electric sparks and flames seemed to know the sadness of the Oriental Tree, and they swirled enthusiastically and slowly merged into the body of the Oriental Tree, conveying a kind of numb warmth.

Following the trajectory of electric sparks and flames, the small tree in the east is gradually disappearing.

The world of electric sparks and flames is slowly disappearing, slowly merging into the body of the Dongfang Xiaoshu along the intricate veins, and the Dongfang Xiaoshu at this time swallows the flames like a god and releases electric sparks.

The intricate veins are like a huge labyrinth, with nine twists and eighteen bends, which makes people feel dizzy.

There is nothing but a shocking red.

There is no imaginary heart-rending pain, no large-scale destruction like violent demolition, and no tragic situation of destroying and rebuilding the veins.

The electric sparks and flames wandered in the labyrinth-like veins like old friends, unusually calm and warm, and there was no even a feeling of numbness.

The electric sparks and flames moved quietly and slowly, through a sea of wind, over a high mountain that kept beating, and before they knew it, they came to a dry valley, and they slowly stopped, no longer advancing.

It was a parched, closed valley, full of sand and gravel, and a ravine full of devastation.

Everywhere you look, there is desolation and dead silence.

Ten hole-like black holes are lined up in the valley, and only their shapes can be seen faintly, but their original appearance cannot be seen.

It may be that over time, the hole-like black hole was filled with sand and rocks, covered with sand and rocks, and gradually sealed, which led to the current situation.

The blue-gold electric sparks suddenly thundered, like boiling water in a pot, and in the boiling, patches of electric sparks gathered together, and thousands of electric sparks were pumped like whips towards the dry and closed valley.

For a time, the valley flew sand and rocks, and the electric sparks were shining, as if the end times had come to the world, which was extremely terrifying.

The flames did not seem to be willing to be lonely, and patches of fiery red fell on the valley like rain, and the sand and stones were reduced to pieces one after another, and the hole-like black hole gradually revealed a trace of its original face.

The mottled edge of the hole shone with an eerie black light, and tadpole-like curved threads covered the perimeter of the hole, like a spider's web, covering the hole.

Thousands of blue-gold electric sparks suddenly contracted and gathered together, like a blue-gold dragon, shaking its head and tail to hit the hole covered in cobwebs.

Before the dragon-like electric spark arrived, the spider-web-like curve instantly burst out with a strange black light, colliding and entanglement with the dragon-like electric spark head-on, and the sparks splashed in all directions, cyan, gold and black flew away, disappearing into the rain of fiery red.

The blue-gold electric spark collided with the black spider web, evenly matched, the electric spark was furious, and the power of the thunder was unfolded, like a torrent that broke the embankment, and rushed towards the spider web-like curve again.

Not to be outdone, the curves with weird black light lit up one after another, fighting together against the torrent of electric sparks, the main attack of electric sparks, the main defense of curves, for a while the two could not help anyone, and once again formed a confrontation situation.

The flaming red seemed to be unbearable, like a naughty child, a flame split out and joined the battlefield, the black light suddenly burst out, a ray of black light wrapped the flames, and it was swallowed up in a breath.

Patches of fiery red gathered together to form a long strip of flattening, swaying back and forth, as if expressing dissatisfaction in the heart, and then rushed headlong into the battlefield.

The sound of a bang came out in the valley, and every time it exploded, the valley shook and collapsed.

Gravel is flying, and fine debris is everywhere.

In the haze, the blue-gold electric sparks flickered, the power grid was like weaving, the red flashed, and the light was very bright, reflecting the entire valley for a while, and then it was lifeless, falling into a quiet and hazy.

When the diffuse haze receded, a ruined land appeared in front of me, and black holes in the shape of holes in a line appeared one after another.

A tadpole-like curve on the edge of the hole was torn off a small half, and one, two, three, three hole-like openings appeared, although dry and dilapidated, occasionally a trace of life escaped.

Suddenly, a ruin is like a torn oil painting, and the instant reorganization changes the content of the painting.

At the foot of Baektu Mountain, Tangjia Village.

It was summer

"Look, the moon is still like a piece of red-hot iron."

Chu Yi tugged at the sleeve of Dongfang Xiaoshu and said slowly, eating the birds in his mouth, and trying to spit out the bones that could not be chewed.

Dongfang Xiaoshu raised his eyes to look at the dark red moon, and said slowly:

"What red-hot iron? Moon was hungry, and no one cooked for her. Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold. ”

The first year of junior high school, who was gnawing on the meat of the bird's breast, actually replied seriously:

"It should be hungry and sleepy, hanging there every day, just don't give food, and don't let me sleep, it's unreasonable!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu fluttered for joy, but did not refute.

Holding the sleepy first day of the new year, the oriental tree silently counted the stars, and it was the greatest happiness to eat at that time.

The scene is like a broken galaxy reorganizing again, and an even more bizarre picture appears in front of the eyes of the little tree in the east.

Covered in dust and blood, he fled the world on his back with the dying first day.

Deep in the mountains, the Gobi Desert, the endless plains, every time his figure appeared, black clothes, white clothes and other clothes of various colors shouted to kill.

And with every swing of a sword in his hand, clothes of various colors fell in pieces, fragile like lambs.

The first year on his back acted as his own eyes, escaping from the encirclement of various clothes again and again.

A touch of night finally obscured the remnant sun, and the land was pitch black.

The first year of junior high is shivering

The small oriental tree, which had been running non-stop for several days and nights, entered the deep mountains and old forests again.

"To eat, or not to eat?"

Dongfang Xiaoshu asked softly about the first year of junior high school.

Looking at the poor white rabbit, Chu Yi shook his head hard, and the sword in his hand once again played the identity of harvesting life.

The hot rabbit blood was packed in a container by Dongfang Xiaoshu, and a few herbs to ward off the cold were poured into Chu Yi, and his own side was chewing bloody rabbit meat, and he didn't open his eyes from beginning to end.

"People, you really can't live a rich life, when you were poor before, you can eat rabbit meat, what a happy thing. I'm nauseous when I eat it now! ”

Dongfang Xiaoshu sighed.

"I miss the hot noodle soup I made on my first day of junior high school!"

Chu Yi, who was in a slightly better spirit, actually giggled, pressed his finger to Dongfang Xiaoshu's mouth and said, "Shh, be quiet, don't wake up next door." ”

At night, it was dark and silent.

Like an eternal river flowing silently, neither happy nor sad; It is like the indisputable birth of a mountain that has stood for thousands of years, neither humble nor arrogant; It is like a galaxy in the sky that is forever silently watching, silent.

Dongfang Xiaoshu closed his eyes but could not sleep.

In this world, except for the mountains and trees all over the sky, there is only Chu Yi to accompany him, but fortunately he did not accompany himself, and he hugged Chu Yi's arm tightly.

Loneliness is no longer synonymous with oneself, because it has become accustomed to it.

God has given you the right to live, but it wants to limit the right and scope of your life.

In the face of secular suppression and encirclement, all that is left for me is to keep running.

Run in the mountains, run in the forest, run in the desert, run in the galaxy, and then fall with the run.

Running continues in another form of life. Only running is your own right, the right not to be restricted.

desert

Yellow with no end in sight.

Dense crowds of people are killing each other, and people here are not as good as yellow sand.

Dongfang Xiaoshu was sure that they were killing for themselves.

And he is still running, running in the rain of arrows in the sky, running in the deadly wind and sand.

The huge heaven-covering hand carrying the energy that devoured the sky and the black pillar of light was shaking, the void collapsing, and the stars falling.

But the first day of junior high school is never seen.

So Dongfang Xiaoshu has been running, shouting the name of the first year of junior high and running.

reality

Holding the thin and delicate little hand of the first year, Dongfang Xiaoshu's limbs kept swaying.

His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were struggling frequently, opening and closing.

finally

The little tree in the east woke up.