Silent Wasteland

Wrote a poem before dawn,

With a drop of blood and tears,

And a rebellious heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I die,

It's also like a poem,

What will be hidden in the depths of the heart,

fiery emotion,

Passed by hand,

Every poet from afar. -- Heroic Lingyun

Sampson was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt underneath and a bow tie at the collar of the shirt, and from a distance he looked like a young and wealthy gentleman. Sampson shuttled back and forth through the casino, looking for the best spot to place his bets with his head down. The collar of the shirt was trimmed with gold buttons, and the insignia of nobility pinned to the chest was a double-headed eagle with two claws outstretched to grasp the cluster of arrows and the curved bow.

Sampson's fiery red hair was striking, and the men and women in the hall turned their gazes to him in unison, as if they were watching a mysterious figure coming from afar. Several gambling veterans recognized Sampson at a glance, and they slowly rose from their chairs with excited expressions on their faces.

A gambler whispered to his girlfriend, "See? He was the son of Earl Sampson, Sampson Jr. I heard that he inherited a large inheritance, which is enough to be 10 billion yuan! The legacy includes an oil company, two five-star hotels, several listed companies, real estate, Star Docks, and a food processing plant. ”

"Then he's a complete broad, young and rich!"

"Yes, it's quite generous! I saw with my own eyes that he lost 10 million in less than 10 minutes! That's a whole 10 million! This is unimaginable for ordinary people! ”

Sampson walked through the crowd, and the gamblers were so happy that they couldn't keep their mouths shut. A shrill whistle echoed through the hall, accompanied by shouts of excitement. There were a few unlucky ones who had lost money, and their eyes radiated the gaze of a wild wolf. They seemed to have caught the last straw, focusing all their attention on Sampson.

Cowardice in a crazy casino means death, and only a handful of people survive by chance. The computer screen overhead scrolls with the winning numbers of the Mark Six lottery, and the huge prizes make all gamblers salivate. Under the influence of this atmosphere, it is easy for a person to lose his mind and fall into danger and madness.

Sampson stopped next to a gaming table, his hands folded in front of his chest, his expression particularly serious. The waiter smiled and waved to the gamblers around him, announcing loudly: "There is a real celebrity in the casino - billionaire Sampson Jr." ”

Sampson immediately became a nightclub crosspoint, with a group of suit-clad bodyguards standing behind him. Everyone put down their chips and turned their eyes to him. Several ladies leaning on the sofa smiled charmingly at Sampson and waved to him, a shy blush appearing on their delicate faces. Sampson met his gaze and gave them a flying kiss.

Sampson was like a whirlwind that made all the ladies fall for him......

The lights of the nightclub suddenly dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, they came back on. The twinkling lights like stars cast a hazy view over the hall. Sampson's expression was unusually serious, giving him a cold feeling. Dressed in a black suit, with shiny leather shoes and a cigar in his mouth, he glanced nonchalantly around.

Sampson took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to deliver an impromptu speech, only to find himself too unprepared to remember a single speech.

One of the gamblers got up from the table, pushed away the chips around him, and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to you, this is little Sampson, and his father is the famous Earl Sambson." They are London's oldest aristocrats, having established immortal feats for the empire as far back as Elizabethan times. The Sampsons even held important positions in the Privy Council for a long time in the ancient Stoke Dynasty, from strategists to generals! They had a large number of possessions around London, many castles in Kingston and Sheffield, and even family estates in the distant Americas. All in all, there will never be a second family in the world with such glory. Now, let's welcome little Sampson with a round of applause! ”

The halls of the nightclub burst into thunderous applause, and men and women alike were excited. Some of the most brazen gamblers gathered around and opened bottles of champagne, foaming and smearing their beards and hair. Beautiful beauties crowded around Sampson, shy, and the smell of perfume wafted from their bodies.

Sampson parted the beauties and came to the center of the hall to sit down at a gaming table.

On the stage of the nightclub, several blonde beauties jumped out, moving slowly, setting their eyes on Sampson. The graceful posture makes people hallucinate and awaken the excitement hidden in the heart. Dressed in light skirts, they turned around quickly, like a light wind. The elegant tune sounds, and the beating figure is so beautiful! The thin skirt shook slightly, and the messy hair floated on the curvaceous shoulders. They danced in a regular rhythm, and when they turned around, they sent hot eyes.

They are charming, with white skin and sparkling eyes, they are so charming!

Sampson raised his head, glanced at it hurriedly, then lowered his head casually, thought for a moment, and said calmly: "Since everyone is ready, let's get started." Play a little bigger today, starting at a million! ”

Several gamblers sit down at the table, and a crazy game ensues. The chips were passed in the hands and were slapped the table from time to time. The chips were snatched into the arms of the winning gambler, his eyes lit up, his body shook violently, and a smug smile rippled on his face.

The cigar smoke was stuffed into his mouth and he took a desperate puff, spitting out the spicy smoke. Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was midnight, and the gambler's eyes were red, and his face gradually lost its blood color and became extremely pale.

When Sampson called again, he suddenly found that he was running out of chips. Sampson looked up at the electronic screen in the hall and saw that it was almost one o'clock in the morning. He gritted his teeth and crossed his heart, ready to give it a go.

A stranger whispered a few words into the waiter's ear, then turned his gaze to Sampson, a strange smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Now Sampson had fallen into a state of madness, his hand trembling involuntarily, he took a cigar from his cigarette case, lit it, and held it in his mouth, and the smoke began to fill the surroundings...... The irretrievable defeat shattered his will, and he was like a beast struggling in a trap, his eyes full of despair.

Sampson walked listlessly with a wilted drink bottle, and a mocking voice erupted behind him. Sampson is like a patient who has gone crazy because of excessive drug use, leaving only a broken soul and a sad heart.

Sampson was ridiculed at will by everyone for losing everything. His life is in a whirlpool, and all the suffering has just begun. The addiction to drugs, alcohol, and other bad habits was like an unbreakable spell that firmly controlled his body and mind.

Sampson went crazy because of drugs, and even his most beloved girlfriend offered to break up with him. The answer couldn't be more obvious, because there is no security without money, and this was her answer, like a dull bell striking his heart. When a relationship breaks down, the fragile soul can only float in the dust.

Sampson spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly: "I used to be loved and praised by everyone, but now everyone has abandoned me." People's hypocrisy and indifference made me understand the pity and sorrow of human nature! ”

"All the sins are attributed to the corruption of money, poor people are so helpless in front of money, morality is disintegrating at an accelerated pace, and people have fallen forever because of greed!"

Sampson stared blankly at the slowly sinking sunset, and there was no expression on Mu Ne's face. He stood up and staggered away, his heart aching.

Sampson appeared on the street in tattered clothes, attracting crowds of onlookers. People looked at the homeless man in front of them without a trace of sympathy and pity. Sampson looked up and saw two gentlemanly men walking in front of him, and he couldn't help but shout, "Sir Cavilon, can you please help me?" Lend me a few dozen dollars to start a small business, my father once funded you when you went bankrupt, have mercy on me, I ...... I'm homeless now! ”

Sampson stretched out his hand in vain, hoping for a response. Sir Caviron walked indifferently past Sampson, and for a moment Sampson wandered between hope and despair. Sampson's outstretched hand fell slowly, and laughter rang out all around him.

"This fool is actually related to Sir Cavilon, hey, do you think he is worthy?" A pedestrian teased.

"Hey, young man, let's go to the relief station, there will be no gruel in a while!" Another pedestrian shouted in a sarcastic tone.

As Sir Cavilon's figure grew farther and farther away, Sampson faintly heard his partner say, "It's not easy to be rich now, and everywhere there are people pretending to be your poor relatives or claiming to be the sons of old friends." How could Duke Sampson have such a son? This is a mockery of the old Sampsons! I bet this man must have pretended to be a distant relative of Queen Elizabeth, and now he is really shameless! ”

The other gentleman nodded, with an approving expression on his face: "Well, you're right, homeless man, as long as you give him ham and bread, he can make it up to any relative!" ”

Sampson's body was stagnant, he was in a state of thoughtlessness, all illusions disappeared without a trace, and now Sampson had no consciousness, no soul, and could not grasp his lover's hand, because he had fallen into the abyss of pain. (To be continued.) )