Once, there was such a boy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He lived in a large family, pampered, but also received a strict education, since he was a child, he listened to the strict lessons of the family over and over again, but he also heard many kinds of incredible stories.

In addition to some existences that he doesn't understand very well in the story, his father will also appear from time to time, and for him, who rarely has the opportunity to be with his busy father, the image of his father is a great hero.

Later, he gradually understood what his family was like, and also knew how important his father was in it, and his father's back was extraordinarily tall in his eyes.

He knew what he had to become.

- Must be a hero like my father, strong and determined, who can guide everyone and protect everyone in the front.

In order to live up to the expectations of his father and everyone, and in order to gradually get closer to the hero in his heart, he worked hard to learn ancient words, desperately mastered obscure knowledge, tried his best to get used to the battlefield where his father was, and little by little accumulated the energy needed to reach the goal.

However, at this moment, his target fell suddenly.

As a young man, he could do nothing, he could only fall in the midst of a powerful attack, and watched his hero fall in a bright red in a daze, the tall figure was instantly shattered, the strong color and strong rust smell instantly filled his five senses, but his brain was a blank for the opposite.

He couldn't see the anxious people around him, nor could he hear a word they said, and a word gradually appeared in his young heart, constantly echoing.

His hero is gone.

…… His "daddy" is gone.

- No, it can't be, his father is a hero, invincible, a hero admired by everyone, and it is impossible for him to fall.

It must have been a nightmare.

As long as he wakes up, he can see his father come back as long as he wakes up from this nightmare, right?

They will pick him up with strong arms, they will stroke his head with a smile, they will praise him with clumsy words, they will quietly wink at him in the gap between work, and they will practice with him when they come back tired......

Surely, it'll still be the same as it always was, right?

Definitely, yes.

The trembling thought became clearer and clearer, and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to escape from the nightmare.

But when you open your eyes and close your eyes, they are still cruel that has not changed in the slightest.

――If it's a nightmare, why can't you wake up?

He didn't understand.

He began to work hard to escape from the nightmare.

He told himself that it was all fake.

There are no zombies, no necrosis, no zombie Taoists, and no clans that fight zombies from time to time. All this is nothing but a lie to deceive the child, a stubborn superstition of the elderly, do not believe it, do not believe it, he wants to live and grow up like an ordinary child in a noisy and colorful world, go through all stages of life like ordinary people everywhere, and become a part of this huge color scroll.

This is the truth, this is the right, this is the path he should take.

In this way, he grew up with determination, became ordinary, became worldly, became as inconspicuous as a speck of dust in the world.

However, he was never able to abandon the memories of being with his father.

It was one of the few moments he spent with his beloved father, and how could he give it up?

The irresolvable contradiction became a great pain in his heart, he was entangled, struggling, and even unable to pay attention to the things that were close at hand, until he stopped and looked back suddenly, and he was stunned to find that not only had he found nothing, but even his extremely important mother had been lost.

Similar but different remorse instantly overwhelmed him.

What else does he have? What else could he do?

He didn't know.

He had nothing left and returned to his former home, but instead of soothing his black hole-like heart, he felt more pain from nightmares, and he wanted to escape from all this, just as he had done at the beginning, so he rebelled against everything, rejected everything, turned around and walked towards the mortal world, step by step into the complex colors, and tried to dye himself into the same appearance.

However, he couldn't do it after all.

Everything when his parents were alive became his most precious past, but it also became the most unattainable dream that pulled him.

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to do it all over again?

Even though he knew that it was impossible, he still worked hard, desperately stretched out his hand, trying to catch the most beautiful and warmest dream in the world, but what he touched was always accompanied by a huge nightmare, he wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to let go, he could only be in pain, struggling, and when he reacted, he was already sitting in the house with his mother as he did more than ten years ago, opening the book his father gave him, and studying and practicing over and over again.

Is this close to a dream, or is it close to a nightmare?

He didn't know.

He only knew that he had lost everything, surrounded by nightmares and illusions, unable to choose, unable to choose, could only pretend that he didn't know anything, did not think, refused to move forward.

Until, the girl who was as indifferent as water broke into his world.

She always moved forward resolutely step by step towards her goal, without regret, without hesitation, and her petite figure always exuded awe-inspiring firmness.

It was something he didn't have, and he couldn't have.

By the time he noticed, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

He didn't understand why she accepted everything so simply and without hesitation, and spontaneously moved forward step by step towards the place he feared, he only knew that she was still so determined, without regret, without hesitation.

Can I be like her?

He tried to ask himself, but fragile dreams and lingering nightmares blocked his vision, he couldn't see where he was going, and he didn't even have the courage to reach out to stop her.

So be it, that's it...... There's nothing bad about it.

Little by little, he built a strong cage around himself, and he stayed quietly inside, not struggling, not resisting, not advancing.

Just wait for time to pass and return to nothingness.

But when he realizes that she might die because of him—even worse than "death," the apparent tranquility can no longer be maintained.

…… He has lost a lot.

In that moment, the unbelievable nightmare and nightmare went away together, and he finally pushed the cage open and reached out in the direction where she was.

…… Is there anything else you can hold on to these hands?

――Is there anything you can really grasp?