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The sound of "dang" made the rain curtain that had just stopped a little solemn, and the wind kept blowing, so that the only trees around it had begun to bend down, and ripples kept rising from the ground and the water.

Under the tattered box, I stayed in the back, looking at a book with the help of that little bit of light, "When the end of life has come, please don't give up the hope of life, even if this world has capital and no humanity, you must live strongly, even if this world goes down, no matter who is alone, don't blame, you must understand ......"

"The dream is in you, and the future is in your heart."

I read it softly.

"You are the dream of the country, the hope of mankind, and the aspiration of nature."

"As long as you believe in it, the future will come."

"As long as you wish, the peaceful world will definitely come back to you. As long as you never give up the steps of rebellion against fate. ”

"The saint of crape myrtle will surely return to you."

I closed the tattered book with one hand, leaned against the wall, and said to the little girl in front of me.

"That's too much nonsense, isn't it......?"

I looked at the cover with the words "Sophia's Sorrow" written on it, and threw the book aside.

But the little girl picked up the book very preciously, wiped the book very carefully, and then said.

"Can't say that, I'm sure ......"

I looked at the little girl's expression and couldn't help but ask with disdain and bared my teeth at her.

"What's the use of believing? I'm sure this kind of thing won't make you a meal......"

The little girl seemed to want to say something, but it seemed to think of something, and she couldn't help but pout, because of the long-term wind and frost, the child's face was not so smooth, and I became the same, always with a face of wind and frost, but even so, those eyes were still so clear.

It's just that at this moment, these clear eyes are flashing with a different kind of light.

Under such an alley, which will collapse at any moment, the wind blows from time to time, and the people outside still come and go like that.

I can't find time to go out, just sit here and think about it slowly.

And the little girl in front of her seemed to remember something, but her eyes suddenly shed a trace of tears under the bitten teeth.

"What's wrong?"

I looked at the little girl in front of me with such an expression, but I still felt a little unbearable in my heart, although I don't know what to do these days, but maybe my words are too harsh.

"Alright, alright...... I was wrong...... Still can't do it? ”

I hurriedly comforted her.

But she seemed to cry even more, just sobbing constantly, accompanied by the shaking shoulders and the hair that hadn't been combed for many days.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I don't want to cry......"

She shuddered and kept saying that.

"I know, I was wrong, isn't it true that everything said here is true?"

"But...... But...... Whenever I think of this, I think of my brother......"

"That's what he says every time he's waiting for me to read the book."

Her sobs were so faint, perhaps because she was afraid of being heard, and even when she sobbed, she never made a sound.

I looked at her, but I could only hold her in my arms.

Feeling that constant shaking, in fact, such fear, and such a scene, I ......

My heart may not be much better than hers, that trembling feeling.

"Do you think that saint will really come? How come I didn't feel ......"

"Doesn't he have divine powers? Why is there still war in this world...... Why, my brother still has to go to the battlefield......"

I hugged her, but that's all I could say.

"Look, I'm not by your side?"

The gentle words made her seem to settle down a little.

"Really......"

Her mood seemed to be a little higher before she slowly said this to me.

"When I was three years old, my father didn't know where to go, and my mother took me and my brother alone...... In the end, my mother died of overwork...... I...... I don't need my mother to work so hard...... Even if it's a little poor...... And my brother...... Why...... Why...... Is money really that important? ”

Her words trembled.

I could only pat the shoulder in the end, and the empty box that I inadvertently touched.

The white sky shone brightly, but it couldn't shine under this dead end, this small garbage heap, and I was always so uneasy in my heart.

"Don't worry, at least I'm still with you."

"Really......"

"Hmm......" I nodded slightly, at this time, the police had reached the most lax time, these days, although I rarely went out to buy things, but I also went out once.

looked outside, and touched the more than 100 yuan that seemed to be in his pocket.

I know that this will not work, and even if I wait here after all, I will still starve to death because I have no money.

"Let's go out, we'll starve to death if we wait here."

She shuddered, but she said anyway.

"Okay, but if my brother comes back."

"If we come back, it's not like we won't come back, it's just ......" I could only say as I looked at her.

She also understood what I meant, and if she really got back this year, it would be a miracle.

It's just that I was far from expecting that her answer would be so simple.

Can even such a child see through birth, old age, sickness and death so clearly? Why...... Isn't she her brother the most favorite?

What exactly is the color of a person......

I pretended not to care about anything, just helped her clean up, and then calmly walked out with her.

Then he slowly walked behind a few policemen, who seemed to pay attention to themselves, but they didn't say anything, just looked at the sky very naturally.

And I was also very relieved, and I walked forward slowly.

It's just that on such a quiet street, although there are a few people but more of them are still deserted, if I don't care about it in the past, but today, I feel a little strange, because it's also calm, I remember that there are a lot of people living on this street...... Forget it, what do you want to do with this.

But my eyes looked at the street again, and the mark like the king had not noticed before, but today, I felt a little familiar.

"That's ......"

My eyes looked at the bastard, but in my heart I thought of the book.

Sophia's grief ......

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong?"

"It feels a little out of ......"

"What's not normal......"

"For example, this one is similar to the mark in the book." I took the book out and looked at it, but I saw the same mark.

"How is this possible?"