December 1983, Christmas Eve.

The night was rich, even a little viscous, and the darkness was mixed with light shining from unknown directions, making the black less dark and the night less night.

If it were pure night, the kind of darkness like deep space that could not be seen and could not be seen, swallowed up all the light, leaving no gaps to come out. In this way, Arthur's ugly face can be hidden in the darkness, so that Dorothy will not be seen, and she will be ridiculed by her for not being manly, petty, and crybaby. Of course, Arthur would not have thought that if it was really that dark, he would not find his way home.

He escaped from the Christmas party at his uncle's villa, which had been his home since his father's death and was sold by Tony. The villa has the surname Luciano again, but it does not belong to Arthur Luciano. Mom didn't come, and as a Chinese she was never welcome, until much later, Arthur didn't know why his father Luthor fell in love with his mother and was willing to pay such a big price to marry and have children with a Chinese. It's simply incredible in Italian gangs, and maybe love is incredible.

Arthur couldn't resist the temptation of Christmas presents, he came anyway, and the party was lively, lively. There are wines, cakes, turkeys, Christmas trees, all kinds of gifts, all kinds of things. Arthur was dazzled, and many fond memories of Christmas were sealed in the memories of his younger years, and after his father's death, everything became disgraced, and even Christmas lost its color.

At the party, he fell in love with a set of toys, a model of the cosmic giant Seaman, his favorite cartoon, which he watched every day when he came back from school. The anime is being broadcast on TV, and the boys in the class are watching it, and they like to shout together after class, "Give me strength, I'm He-Man!" "If anyone had a model of He-Man, he would be the envy of many boys in school. Arthur's eyes couldn't take his eyes off the transparent model box that sat under the Christmas tree in the living room.

But when he was ready to make a gift with the toy – Berbertoni promised him that he could pick one for Christmas, and the other kid took a fancy to the model. Callert the little fat, the son of Dior. The two men quarreled under the Christmas tree, and 12-year-old Arthur was not yet developed, and was as thin and small as a hemp stalk. Compared to him, Kahlert is like a heavyweight boxer, and he can't compete with Kahlert.

There is always something different about a gang family party and a regular family Christmas party. Dio and Tony not only did not stop when they saw the two children fighting for toys, but they also cleared a small open space under the Christmas tree for the two children to wrestle for Seaman. Where is the skinny Arthur who is the opponent of Caller, the fat pig easily pins Arthur to the ground, and he rides on Arthur and holds the model of He-Man in his hand to show off his might. Arthur's face was against the warm floor, and he struggled to get up, but he was too weak, and Kahlert was too heavy.

The living room was filled with the laughter of the grown-ups, and a joyful atmosphere rippled through the night of Christmas, and this joy was built on Arthur's pain.

Callett finally got up from Arthur's body, Arthur's shoulders and arms hurt terribly, but it hurt his spirit and heart even more. His fragile self-esteem was trampled and humiliated on the ground, and every light, every lamp in the living room, was laughing at him, leaving him with nowhere to escape. He looked out the window, the darkness of the night, and he just wanted to go into the darkness to find shelter. At this time, it would be nice if there was a sudden power outage, or an earthquake or a fire.

But it was an ordinary Christmas Eve, with no power outages, no earthquakes, and no fires. The group's attention was quickly diverted from the child's fight, and Tony stepped forward and patted his nephew on the head as a comfort. After a short period of amusement, adults return to other entertainment, unaware that something will have a lifelong impact on their children. Who didn't come over like this, they grew up in a worse and worse environment when they were young, they had to go to the streets early to grab food, and it was not a big deal for children to fight.

Taking advantage of the adults' inattention, Arthur left the villa, passed by the sparkling pool and the four flowering trees, came out of the gate, and walked along the dark road in the direction of New York. Maybe someone noticed him, but no one stopped him, let him go, didn't care about him.

Except for Dorothy.

She came out after Arthur, wearing a powder-blue coat and walking around Arthur with her hands behind her back, blocking his path from time to time. Arthur lowered his head and did not look at her, walked around her, and continued to walk forward. Dorothy followed him all the time, and from time to time lowered her head to approach Arthur, looking at his face through the faint light, "Are you crying?" You're crying? Haha, why don't you punch that guy? It's really unproductive...... You're a boy, you can't cry a boy, you should hit him, hit him hard, hit him in the nose! …… You little, why don't you talk to me? ”

Dorothy was very noisy, she was always chattering like this, she was very favored by her father Tony, and she always sat on her father's lap proudly like a princess. However, she only has one brother, Arthur, and the relationship between the two is good or bad. Arthur sometimes hated her, hated her snarky mouth; Sometimes I like her, for example, when he leaves the villa, she is the only one who chases her out. Of course, if she was there to laugh at herself, then Arthur didn't want to like her.

The two of them didn't know how far they had walked, but they couldn't hear the laughter from the villa, and there was no light around, only the moon hanging in the sky to illuminate the way. Arthur walked slower and slower, he only walked out in a moment of anger, he didn't know the way home. Besides, dozens of kilometers from here to Manhattan, you have to cross Brooklyn, and I am afraid that it will be dawn to get home.

In the sky, a cloud obscured the moon, the moonlight was gone, and the cold and darkness enveloped the siblings. Dorothy was not as noisy as she had just been, she pulled Arthur and said, "Arthur, let's go back, I'll ask Dad to buy you a new Heman the Great." ”

Arthur was shaken, but he was still angry, and his small pride made him refuse to turn back, but keep going? It was dark ahead, and the road was no longer visible, except for the shadows of some trees. Is it a tree? Those things that were swaying slightly, he seemed to see a little light, a yellow point of light, staggering towards this direction. Is it a car? It should be a car. Or fireflies? No, it's winter, how can there be fireflies.

Dorothy also saw the light and asked Arthur what it was, Arthur said it might be a car, and Dorothy said that the lights of the car were not like this. Let's talk about Christmas Eve, whoever is driving on the road at this time, let's go back. Dorothy pulled Arthur back, the two walked back, Dorothy looked back from time to time, but saw that the light was rapidly approaching, and there was more than one, it was a row! They were so fast that they were already catching up with the two.

"Lie down, lie down! Close your eyes! Dorothy pulled Arthur and abruptly laid him down. So Arthur lay down on the ground with Dorothy, the cold ground in winter was completely different from the warm floor of the villa. But Arthur would rather lie on the cold ground than be pressed against the warm floor. Dorothy lay beside her, putting her arms around him, and he could smell the faint smell of milk on his sister's body, the scent of a girl. Arthur blushed for no apparent reason, and he felt his face feverish, but fortunately the darkness had hidden everything.

At this moment, he felt someone passing by, and a whisper came from his ear, from nowhere, as if from the dark abyss, and as if from the distant horizon. He lay on the ground, couldn't help but secretly open his eyes, and glanced up, only to see a candle flame floating in the air, orderly in a row, fluttering forward slowly and quickly. He looked closely at a candle flame, and in the aperture, it seemed that a human face was hidden!

The face also noticed Arthur, squinted down, and glared at him. Arthur quickly closed his eyes and buried his head tightly in the crook of Dorothy's arm, everything seemed to be a dream.

It will be 10 years before I wake up from this dream.