(a)

Night, has come. The whole city was shrouded in a layer of haze. The countless lights and shadows converged to form a sea of light, making the night of the city a little more blurry.

Han Lingtian lay quietly on the bed, obliquely looking at the light of the eternal street lamps outside the window and the starry sky that appeared from time to time due to the movement of the clouds, and was stunned.

It was his fourth day away from home.

Han Lingtian's parents died when he was a child, he grew up in an orphanage, and was later adopted by a couple. It's just that eight years of life in the orphanage shaped his withdrawn character, coupled with his unsatisfactory studies, his adoptive parents were finally disappointed in him. After graduating from junior high school, his adoptive parents stopped paying for his tuition, and he went out to work until his eighteenth birthday a few days ago, when his adoptive parents asked him to move out. Perhaps it was because he saw through their thoughts, he did not quarrel and left the "home" that had once been his habitat in silence.

For the future, Han Lingtian was actually a little at a loss, but he decided to go on.

Someone once said: To live is to be born and live.

(b)

The next morning, Han Lingtian left the hotel again, he planned to change cities. He doesn't know where his hometown is, but here, he has so many memories. He wanted to leave them behind and let go of the struggle, so he chose to leave again.

Coaches are driving on an empty road. There are no cars on the roads in the suburbs, and most of the roads are fields, with the occasional dozens of low houses or white greenhouses speeding by. Looking into the distance, the outline of the mountain is outlined in the clouds, overlapping and looming, as if his future is not real.

Han Lingtian retracted his gaze, found the plan sheet in his backpack, pulled it gently, and brought out a plastic bag.

Oh, the two of them that didn't have time to eat at the station.

Han Lingtian smiled, in order to catch the car in the morning, he didn't have time to eat breakfast, and he didn't have time to buy some baked cakes. I thought I had fallen at the station, but I didn't expect that I had already put them in my backpack.

He was about to pick up the pancake and eat it, when he heard the voice of the little girl sitting next to him.

"Mom...... I'm going to eat. ”

Han Lingtian looked to the side, and a little girl of five or six years old was sitting next to a woman, her big and attentive eyes staring at the baked cake in Han Lingtian's hand.

"Didn't you keep saying that you shouldn't eat when you're full in the morning, why do you want to eat now?" The woman heard and glared at the little girl.

"I'm hungry now......"

"Skip your breakfast! Hungry now, right? That's Big Brother's Breakfast, what do you do if you eat Big Brother? ”

"I'm just going to eat."

Seeing this, Han Lingtian smiled and handed over the baked cake. The little girl took it and immediately laughed. The crescent-like eyes are cute.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then laughed too, and said to the little girl; "Big brother gave you the bread, what do you want to say?"

The little girl took a big bite of the pancake and said thank you vaguely. After a short time, the baked cake was already in her stomach, and the little girl shook Han Lingtian and pointed to the sky outside the window: "Big brother, I want to eat marshmallows." ”

Several passengers in the bus were amused and burst into laughter. Han Lingtian looked at this warm scene, and a trace of warmth appeared in his heart.

(c)

12:45 p.m.

After lunch, many people were taking a nap, and the carriage was very dull, only the hum of the bus was repeated. The little girl on the side slept deeply, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth seemed to suggest a good dream. Without the little girl's noise and laughter, Han Lingtian also felt a little bored, looking at the scenery outside the window, he was also a little groggy.

Suddenly, Han Lingtian felt that his clothes were touched, and turned his head to the side, it was two men walking forward from the aisle of the bus, and one of them nodded when he saw Han Lingtian looking at them.

The man is not tall, with a sparse beard and a mediocre appearance; However, Han Lingtian looked at him and suddenly felt a chill that didn't come from there.

Maybe it's a little cold. Han Lingtian glanced up at the air outlet of the air conditioner, turned the air deflector to the side, and then twisted his head out of the window again, and the outline of the green mountains in the distance had become much clearer.

Suddenly, with a slight shake of the carriage, a rough voice sounded in the carriage.

"Hand over all the money! ……”

The words were succinct, but the whole carriage fell silent for a moment.

It's a carjacking!

Han Lingtian looked forward from the gap in the chair in the front row, and it was the two men who had just walked up to the carjacking. Han Lingtian felt a chill again. He knew it wasn't the air conditioner this time.

There was a sound of rustling in the carriage, most of the passengers were there, and with the sound of approaching footsteps, Han Lingtian felt fear, and the fear became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to engulf him.

The carjacking man finally walked up to him, followed by a travel bag full of belongings and a black pistol. Han Lingtian took out a piece of gold from his bag. This gold piece was picked up with him as an abandoned baby, and perhaps only this gold piece can prove his existence.

Han Lingtian was a little reluctant, but in the face of the fear that seemed to be able to engulf him, he still surrendered. He handed it over, but his eyes fell on it: it had followed him for nearly eighteen years, but he didn't seem to have seen it properly. In the past eighteen years, how many people, how many things, how many things has his lonely and lonely heart cared about?

Involuntarily turned his head, and the shadow of the green mountains outside the window became distant and blurry again due to the driving of the bus, as if it was something that had been lost, and he wanted to block it but could not do anything.

Han Lingtian suddenly felt a little angry, could it be that I even had to lose something that could prove my existence in the end?

"Put things in there, or you're welcome!" Seeing that Han Lingtian was slow to put the gold piece in, the man with the gun threatened.

The threatening words were like catalysts, causing the anger in Han Lingtian's heart to expand and spread in an instant. Han Lingtian turned his head and stared at the man, his sharp eyes making him uncomfortable. Han Lingtian's left hand with the gold piece slammed upward, knocking out the man's pistol, and his right hand strangled his throat from the front, pulling it forcefully, and his left hand immediately caught the falling pistol. As soon as the hand flipped over, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the man's head.

Han Lingtian quietly closed his eyes, and memories resurfaced in his mind. The misfortune of orphans, the loneliness of childhood, the indifference of family...... His grip on the gun is getting tighter and tighter, he is in the world, he is constantly hurt, he has too little, and now he is constantly losing, so what will I lose in the future, what will I have?

I don't allow anyone to take away everything that belongs to me anymore, because I have too little.

Come back, power.

Han Lingtian suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint layer of gold appeared in his black eyes.