The face looked at the scene in front of him, and he was a little sluggish for a while. The woman's last look before disappearing was like a flood that burst the embankment, and in an instant it overwhelmed him, causing his soul to rush left and right in the current, making him unable to breathe.

It was a look of love. The face was stunned in place, and the flames in front of him suddenly seemed to be extinguished by water and became ethereal. The fire has become smaller, and I wonder if it was the efforts of the people who put out the fire outside that played a role.

The face seemed to be stirred by cold water and came back to his senses. He shook his head as if he was about to get rid of something, and continued to stride forward, the floor clattering under his feet, a little anxious. He had to read this memory before the flames were extinguished, and even if the building collapsed in the next moment, it would not stop him from moving forward.

A few minutes later, he saw the woman and the child as he wished. They ran down the corridor where the fire was smaller, and the door was in front of them, and the sun was shining like gold from the door, like a dawn breaking through the black curtain under the scarlet main color, and the woman burst into tears.

The face of the face became indifferent, as if he had put on a thick mask to hide the greatly fluctuating emotions in his heart. He watched silently as the woman took the child's hand and took two steps towards the door.

However, fate is always a bastard who doesn't know when to punch you in the face. When it is happy, it will shine a lucky light on you, and then when you are ecstatic, it will draw all your chips in one hand.

Just when the sunlight outside the door caressed the woman's face like a hand, bringing a hint of warmth, at this moment, a click sounded above her head, as if the bell of death was ringing. A beam snapped apart, like the wings of an angel with a broken wing.

With a bang, the beam slammed into the ground, shaking the dust from the ground into the sky, turning into smoke and rising up, and even smashing out the fang-like flames of the demons on the ground, making it whimper as if it were alive, and the canopy dissipated.

This beam is like a partition, smashing hope and vitality, separating life and death, as clear as black and white, this side is death, and that side is life. The woman smiled miserably, her eyes wandering around, looking for something.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she dragged the child in one direction, pointing to a small hole in the beam, through which the golden sunlight penetrated and spread the only life: "Son, quick, where to get out, and then run as fast as possible, as far as possible." ”

"No, I'm going to be with my mother." The child said reluctantly, leaning over to the woman's side, smelling the reassuring fragrance of her, like the fragrance of the stamens of a flower. Mianye's hand shook violently.

"Good boy, son, get through here, can you see your mother there, promise your mother, wait for your mother there?" The woman's lips trembled, her teeth clenched together, blood pouring out like rose juice.

"Okay." The child nodded, as if he had suddenly had a backbone. He crouched down cautiously, then fell down again, curling his tiny body with great effort and burrowing through the hole. The dust that had slipped from it stained his head and face.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up, her back seemed to be stiff all of a sudden. She stood silently for a moment, as if compiling her suicide note. After all—the hole was too small to pass through an adult's body.

Strangely, a burst of warmth that she had never felt before took over her heart. Yes, the child still has a future, he will grow as tall as the grass and trees, he will go away like a ship with sails, and he will eat his favorite meal.

That's fine. Warm tears flowed from the woman's eyes, and in the next second, the tears were boiling hot like boiling water, and the flames around her swept over, evaporating the tears in an instant. And she...... She fell on her side like a moth in the flames, but her eyes were full of reassurance.

"Mom?" The child's bewildered voice rang out, and all that answered him was the crackling of flames. The voice was everywhere, as if it wanted to occupy his little body and mind, turning the last trace of his bond with his mother into a puddle of water, evaporating.

“…… Mom? The boy seemed to notice something, his voice became a little hoarse, and he ran in front of the beam, stepping over some broken pieces of wood in front of him, like a young impala, "Mom...... Mom! ”

The beams held out the ferocious fire, shining the sun on the child, but apparently he didn't want it. He pushed the beam, his mouth screaming, sawdust piercing his skin, blood mixed with pain welling up, but he didn't care.

"Mom!!" The high-pitched screams seemed to pierce the sky and silence the flames, and the black of the pupils in the child's eyes opened and blackened the whites of the eyes. Not knowing what was happening, the beam in his hand snapped off and turned into a cloud of debris, slowly descending like a dandelion.

He stepped forward, stepping into the flames, muttering something. The face man held a cigarette gun and stepped in with him. The flames burned the child's face like fangs, leaving scars on his face that he didn't realize.

In the flames, the child's small body seemed so lonely, like a deer that had been thrown off. He walked forward, calling out his mother's name, but there was no response. Finally, he collapsed and fainted, and the flames surrounded him as if humming a lullaby.

When he woke up, his eyes were black like ink. A hooded man dressed in black stood in front of him. Although the hooded man's eyes were hidden in the darkness, the child could still feel that he was looking at him with a thoughtful gaze.

"Who are you?" The child looked at him ignorantly, and suddenly turned his head eagerly as if he thought of something, "Mother, where has Mother gone?" Immediately, he heard the hooded man speak to him in a low voice, like the hiss of a viper before an attack:

"Your mom is dead, but that's not the most important thing. Look around, look at these indifferent people, and then answer my question. "Mom is dead? The child seemed to have been struck by lightning and was stunned for a moment.

Almost instinctively, he followed the hooded man's orders and turned his head to look at the people next to him. He found himself outside the burning house, and the people next to him were pointing at the house, talking and laughing loudly. No one put out the fire, no one cared about the people in the house.

The flame was so dazzling in the child's eyes, strangely rising and rising, occupying his eye sockets and burning in his mind. His anger burned like a flame.

"Now answer me, do you hate these people?" The hooded man said calmly, as if he already knew the answer.

The mother's face appeared at the tip of the child's heart, smiling warmly at him, like a rose blooming in winter, exuding a heart-warming atmosphere. Suddenly, the picture was torn apart, and the flames burrowed into it like a poisonous snake.

The child nodded, "I hate." ”

"Then join us."

The face man smoked in silence, and the flame in the pipe burned weakly.