The sound of weeds crossing his cheeks and the "moaning" when they were crushed were mixed with the noisy noise in Li Yiwen's ears, and the broken wood lurking in the overgrown weeds always accurately predicted Li Yiwen's movements, and unmistakably cut and pierced the skin on the soles of his feet.

The mud "bathed" everywhere on his face, what could not be dissipated in his mouth was the wetness and bitterness of the soil and the spreading smell of blood, and what could not be erased in his heart was the pain and frustration when he fled.

Constantly, constantly, trying to use your hands to remove the endless, unknown fear in front of you.

But all that was left in front of him was a black nothingness.

But the flesh could feel the scratches of the branches, on his body and arms, cutting one after another, the blood flowing out and the mud on his body fused with each other, and the liquid flowed down from the corners of his eyes, was it blood, was it mud, was it tears?

I don't know.

Where do we go next, where do we go, what are our goals, what is the future?

I don't know.

What goal, what future, just like this unique world, lonely and empty, empty and powerless.

The only thing he did feel was the blood flowing on his body and the rubble that kept cutting the soles of his feet.

The only thing left was the dull chest cavity that could not breathe, and the hands waved weakly as if they were anesthetized, as if the severed legs were walking directionlessly.

Like a candle in the wind, on the way down the mountain, his life was already in jeopardy, and his desire for life was already shaky.

But he's leaving.

"It's not an escape, it's not a burden. ”

With a rapid, feeble breath, weak, pale words squeezed out of his purple-purple lips.

His legs had already begun to stagger like a dying wild deer on an ice field.

Eventually, his legs could no longer support his weak body, and his weak spirit could not control his weak limbs.

He fell, his originally white cheeks merged with the mud, indistinguishable, only the slightest trace of blood on his face could barely see the original appearance of that face.

His eyes, which were full of confidence and pride, had long since become empty, as if the black hole in his eyes was swallowing all his thoughts.

But he could already hear the hysteria and desperation of his father in the church.

Although he was blind, he could imagine his father's expression, he could think of the weak tears that flowed from those righteous eyes, and he could think of his mother's sideburns, which were pale from hard work overnight.

He can think of his parents who are sitting in the hall with their eyes distracted, and he can also think of his grandfather who is angry but still racks his brains to persuade Li Guanhua in the Dharma Hall.

Is he desperate?

Inevitable.

Does he blame himself?

Inevitable.

But he was unwilling to let his parents bear his faults for him.

"Let's go!"

He could vaguely hear the word.

It is like the first fire in the darkness, lighting the way. But........

Gone, and then what?

Hunted down, betrayed, let your parents bear the burden for themselves?

The last dignity and the last breath of his own heart hung there.

Who doesn't want to live? Everyone wants to!

Who wants to live? No one wants to!

He, Li Yiwen, would rather die alone and painfully in the wilderness than survive next to his mother who cried dry.

He couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear to live and his parents to bear the debt for himself there, he tore off the note he had put on the bedside, which was used to draw talismans, and now he never had the chance to use it again, with the appearance of the paper in his memory, he awkwardly wrote down the words of farewell. Pain welled up in my heart, and another mouthful of blood spat out.

Then he used all his strength to open the closed window, and he gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his chest like a knife, and let himself fall out of the room.

The slippery grass and slimy mud blended in with him.

He rolled down the slope, faintly, he heard his father calling to each other, it may be an auditory hallucination or it may be real, but he can't turn back, maybe this is the last dignity of being a son and a man.

The sound of the wind crossed his ears, and the speed of the fall became faster and faster, he wanted to regain control, but he had no chance or ability, and in the end, he could only compromise and let himself roll incompetently.

Until his spine hit the big tree, the crisp sound of bone cracking, and the sharp pain pierced every part of his body.

Curled up, curled up, moaning, moaning.

Silent crying, unfelt pain, all you can do is keep curling up yourself, pretending to protect yourself, and firmly grasping the crushed weeds with both hands.

He couldn't remember what happened after that, maybe he got up with willpower, and stumbled all the way here, like a candle about to burn out, and the last trace of wax stuck to this last meaningless "line of defense"

Even obsidian will fall into dust because of time, and it will stop shining because of time.

So this time he fell, and the candle in the wind was finally extinguished.

Faintly audible is the cry of a crow, as if announcing the fragility and end of life.

If there is a god.

Take me now.

Hold me like a chicken-tiled dog.

Cut it off, take it away.

A future that makes no sense.

Empty dreams.

Lost everything.

And how to get it back?

Li Yiwen once again used his remaining strength to turn his body over.

At this time, the sky must be blue, and the sun at this time must be shining.

But I don't have the right to feel it anymore.

As if confirming his own death, Li Yiwen stopped.

He stopped, the desire stopped, the power stopped.

"What if....... If only all this were a dream. ”

After speaking, Li Yiwen fainted.

Is this my last word? It's a shame.

Before "dying", Li Yiwen thought so.

If only it were a dream.

How many times in this life will people think of this sentence from the bottom of their hearts, and how many times will this sentence come out of your head?

Do you want to reverse time and space, go back to before the regretful thing happened, and want to pretend that nothing happened, wake up from your bed, watch the false sun shine coldly on your face, and watch the wildflowers that have just bloomed emit a disgusting rancid stench?

This life is nothing but an endless escape.

How many times I wanted to escape, how many times I didn't dare to look at it directly, it's just that I didn't have this choice.

Li Yiwen thought of it, before the fire of life was extinguished, he was so pessimistic and so real.

As the cold spread to his heart, he vaguely heard, heard a human voice, a girl's voice.

"The surname is Zhang, don't be like a stone, keep up!"

This man's face must be full of impatience.

Li Yiwen thought again, with a hint of arrogance on his impatient face, arrogantly looking at that unlucky guy with a strong temperament.

"Oh, there's a man, stone, come. ”

"Coming, coming," came a loose and decadent voice

Listening to the man's voice, it should be a man with a beard, usually casual and casual, it must be a sh..............

The candle was extinguished, but the wax remained, but it was only blown out by the wind for a while.