In the luxurious five-star presidential suite, I took a comfortable bath at night, changed into a soft pajamas, held a small exquisite porcelain vase in my hand, and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, the slave girl hung her head and stayed aside, and looked at her in the night, still in a gentle tone, and said to her: "I'll give you an address, you go there to see, come back and tell me if there is any movement, remember not to alarm anyone." ”

"Yes, my master, I'll go." The slave girl bowed away, gently closed the door for him, took a breath lightly in the night, opened the stopper of the small porcelain bottle, poured out a small blue pill, swallowed it in her mouth, and meditated cross-legged, and during the meditation, there was a black gas coming out of his body, and his face became rosy little by little, and even the scar on his face that was cut by Wang Xiaohu's middle finger was scarred a little bit.

Two hours later, the night slowly opened his eyes and changed back to his original appearance, he gently poured himself a glass of cold Coke, pulled a chair, sat by the window, and enjoyed the endless night of the whole city while sipping the coke.

Today's setback made him a little frightened, he needed to calm down this emotion, let his mind be stable, lit a Cuban cigar in the night, took a light puff, the white cigarette swirled towards the sun, and let his mind slowly drift back to the past, five years ago, he was fifteen years old, just a poor boy with autism in an orphanage.

He doesn't know who Lu Dao's parents are, and he doesn't know why Lu Dao came to this world, living alone, no one loves and won't love people, but he has his own world, he fantasizes that he is a teenager on the grassland, where there are blue sky and white clouds, warm yurts, and horses with divine horses, and he gallops on the horse every day. Galloping under the blue sky and white clouds, galloping in his own world, if he hadn't met his master, he might have lived in that world forever.

Autism is not a fool, he can feel the rejection, ridicule, and contempt of the whole world, those cold and evil words, like a sharp sword, piercing his body to the skin. So he was even more autistic, he hated the world in reality, he hated everyone in the world in reality, and only in his own world could he feel at ease. Find evidence of being alive.

One day five years ago, somehow. He walked out of the orphanage alone. Bumped into a man, a handsome man of thirty-four or five years old, a god-like man, and the man did not speak ill of him like others, calling him a fool, but asked him very gently what his name was.

He felt safe in the man. It was a warm feeling, and he suddenly felt the urge to talk, so he opened up the conversation and said everything. The words were very disorganized and messy, but the man still understood and invited him to KFC to eat fries.

He had never been to KFC, he couldn't help but follow, it was the first time he drank Coke, he didn't expect that there was such a delicious thing in the world, since then he has been obsessed with Coke, the man asked him, what he wanted most, he said he wanted a horse, take him out of here, return to the grassland that belongs to him, and return to the world that belongs to him.

The man smiled, walked to the door, waved his hand lightly, and called him to come and see.

He walked over and saw a pure white steed by the door, without any variegation, tall and strong, fully shackled, exactly like the white horse he had imagined, and he immediately fell in love with it.

With a smile on his face, the man said, "Do you want this horse?" I can give it to you. ”

He nodded without hesitation, and without thinking he mounted the horse, and the man handed him the reins and slapped him vigorously on the horse's buttocks. The white horse rushed out of the river like an arrow, chased the wind and the moon, took him through the city, jumped over the high valleys, grasslands and river embankments, walked for a few days and nights, and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers. At the end of the day, the white horse threw him into a strange wilderness and disappeared without looking back.

He trudged out of the wilderness and came to a pastoral area. It is exactly what he dreamed of, the blue sky, the white clouds, the green river, the green grass, and the herdsmen here herded cattle and sheep to make a living. He had nothing but to beg for a living, because he was unfamiliar with the place and the language barrier, he wandered like a dog for many days. Later, he gradually came into contact with the herders and began to understand their language. Luckily, the herdsmen were kind enough to give him some sheep and a pony, and he lived in this way.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds every day, he gradually got bored, he befriended a group of horse bandits, began to plunder everywhere, because of an uneven distribution of spoils and vendetta against each other, he was left alone, with injuries, wandered to a distant grassland, and a local girl fell in love and became a family. In order to take care of the family, he was busy with herding and hunting all day long, and they had three children, and in the process of raising them one by one, he was afraid that they would catch a cold, get sick, starve, and die young. When his children were sick, he preferred to die instead, and in the process of suffering countless worries and torments like this, the children were gradually raised.

I never thought that when my children were a little older, they would not listen to their parents, they would quarrel with each other, break valuable things, and ask for good things when they saw them, and steal them when they couldn't see them. Moreover, the husband and wife often quarreled, scolded each other, and even beat their heads and bled a few times, becoming a couple who could not be separated or separated. They have little food and clothing, and their lives are very hard. finally survived the difficult years, the children grew up, became more sensible, and knew how to honor their parents, but he was already old and became an old man like a goat.

Because of his age, and because he suffered a lot to feed his family, and his family was always noisy, and his body also had various diseases, he became like a hungry ghost, low self-esteem, and helpless, he didn't want to see anyone, he wanted to live numbly, but in order to live, he had to go hunting.

When he was young, he could hunt the fastest antelope and catch the most cunning rabbits. But now his body is aging, the joints of his hands and feet are loose, his back is sore, and he can't stand up when he sits down, and he can't sit down when he stands up. When he finally sat down, he was like dry wood on horseback falling to the ground, and he didn't have the strength to walk and staggered. The once handsome and sharp eyes now can't see far away, the upper eyelids droop down almost to the lower eyelids, and the mouth is shrunken like a crumpled sheepskin bag. I want to talk but I can't speak clearly, I want to talk but I can't hear the other person clearly. In this way, he had to go up to the mountains to hunt, and although he came back empty-handed more and more often, he still did it desperately. Stepping on the morning frost and wearing the night star, spend day after day in old age.

Once, as usual, he went up to the mountains to hunt, and after a long walk, he found a female antelope in a col that had just given birth to her young, and the female antelope was very weak and immobile. He killed them very mercilessly, and then, using a gun as a crutch, limped home with the carcass of the antelope on his back. When he reached the other side of the river, the youngest son was very happy to see his father returning with his prey, and he ran over in high spirits while calling out to his father.

Accidentally fell off the bridge, and was immediately swept away by the raging river, the elder brother and sister saw the younger brother fall into the river, and quickly jumped down to save him, but he was also swept away by the river. Seeing this, the wife cried and screamed, desperately jumping into the river. Seeing that his family was swept away by the river in the blink of an eye, he was heartbroken and fainted, and it didn't take long for him to wake up. He leaned on his gun and tried to get up, but he fell down again.

What else does it mean to be alive? What he once cherished was nothing but nothingness, and at this time his heart was desolate, what would he hope for the world to be like this? It wasn't the life he wanted at all, and he didn't have the courage to live, so he grabbed the shotgun, aimed it at his throat, and pulled the trigger.

The moment the gunshot rang out, he felt a thunderbolt between heaven and earth crossing the sky, piercing his chaos with a sound, he immediately came to his senses, and saw that he was still sitting in KFC, half-lying on the table, with tears streaming down his face, the iced Coke in his hand was still cold, the man in front of him, his fingers were gently pulling the table, and his eyes showed a kind of light that only stars have.

The man smiled and said to him, "Get up and drink Coke." He was amazed that in just a few minutes, he had experienced a lifetime of ups and downs and pain! He couldn't believe all this, let alone distinguish between reality and illusion, and was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses.

He walked out of his fantasy world, out of the state of autism, the man looked at him with a smile, for a moment he knew that the man was a god-like existence, his life had been over in that short few minutes, and now his rebirth, he was unwilling to live such a day, and the only one who could help him change his fate was the man in front of him.

He knelt down and begged the man to take him as an apprentice, he wanted to live another life, a glorious life, and the man told him that their profession had a very old name, illusionist, and another name, God! You can dominate everything in the world, but if you want to become a god, you must first endure great hardships, and there is no way out, you can't become an illusionist, there is only one result, death!

He's already died once, so what's so terrible? So he agreed without hesitation, and became a man's apprentice, and also had a new name, Night, and the master told him that night is mysterious and melancholy, that all great or unfortunate things happen in the night, and that night is like a lover to all, and when it comes, no one can resist.

From then on, his name was Night.

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