Volume 2 The Past Is Like the Wind Chapter 16 The Taste of Hatred

The boy in the ragged shirt was always followed by a girl who looked like a little tail.

It's the spring of another year, and it's the time when the spring returns to the earth.

But this year's flowers are never last year's flowers, because last year's flowers have long since withered in last year's autumn, frozen in the ground and sealed in the ground, only to be turned into spring mud next year.

This year's people are no longer last year's people, just because last year's people were still young, but this year they have become middle-aged; last year's people are still immersed in the joy of children and grandchildren, who knows if this year has been buried in the ground?

Life is like falling flowers, all of them have been reborn in spring, but they are carried away by the wind of late autumn, and they wither when they bloom, but they have undoubtedly experienced the most brilliant moment of life.

Just like this tragic brother and sister, in the return of spring and autumn after autumn, the boy becomes a boy and the girl becomes a girl.

I don't know how many roads have been walked, and the pair of canvas shoes that the two of them picked up on their feet, which were not broken, have worn out the bottom.

The unkempt two crouched on a street corner in an unknown city, with a broken bowl in front of them, containing only two copper coins.

The boy's eyes were fixed on a boy of the same age across the street.

I saw that the boy was wearing a vest on his upper body and a pair of torn blue trousers on his lower body, and he was busy in front of a wooden shoe repair machine.

The nimble fingers shuttle across the soles of the guests' shoes, sewing the threads to the shoes in a regular manner. Then he handed the guest a pair of repaired shoes, and took another pair of broken shoes and began to sew them.

From time to time, he took many copper plates and put them into the money bag tied around his waist. The money bag is bulging, and there are obviously a lot of copper plates.

The girl finally couldn't help but ask, "Brother?"

The boy should arrive: "Huh?"

The girl said, "Are you coveting his shoe repair skills, or his money bag?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then replied seriously, "Money bag." ”

The girl's eyes widened and she was surprised, "You don't want to steal his money bag, do you?!"

The boy replied, "If the day comes when I have to steal, I will steal." ”

Then the girl asked, "Then why do you want to covet his purse?"

The boy seemed to be very naïve and seemed to be very mature and replied: "If you have money, you can buy new clothes to wear." ”

The girl sighed and said nothing more, for it was a well-known truth. With money, you can indeed do whatever you want.

How many reckless heroes and reckless heroes end up mostly bowing to money?

Money creates infinite ugliness, but there are still so many people who are moths to the fire. Is this the sorrow of this era, or the sorrow of human nature?

As if there was silence for a long time, the girl spoke again and asked, "Then don't you covet his skill in repairing shoes?"

The boy smiled, put his chin in his hands and turned his head to look at the girl, and said, "It's not greedy, in fact, there is nothing wrong with being a beggar." ”

The girl was puzzled: "If you learn the skills of repairing shoes and repair shoes for others, won't you have money?"

The boy replied, "I wonder if I had a shoe repair machine, would I still want to have a sewing machine? What's the word?"

The little girl was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "It's hard to fill the desire......

Then an old beggar came, squatting beside the boy and girl. Then he glared at the two of them with unkind eyes, as if they were his father's killers.

The boy stood up, smiled, and said to the girl, "Let's go, brother, go and take you to eat something delicious." ”

The girl bit her lip and stood up, following the boy out of the sunny corner. Natural selection, no matter where or what identity, is an inevitable law.

The beggar looked at the departing girl with disgusting disgusting desire in his eyes.

The girl seemed to feel something, and turned her head to look at the old beggar.

The old beggar hurried away and begged.

......

On that rainy day, the ruined temple could not stop the wind and rain, and the wind carried the rain into the ruined temple, gradually wetting the hay spread on the ground, and soaking the collapsed and broken idol.

The girl sighed in the palm of her hand and rubbed her palms to bring a trace of warmth to herself, but the "gurgling" belly sounded out of place.

The boy sitting next to her smiled and pulled out three coppers from his bosom with a smile on his face.

He smiled and said, "You take a break here, I'll go buy two roasted sweet potatoes." ”

The girl nodded and said, "Well, be careful on the road." ”

The boy got up and ran out of the ruined temple, and the girl looked at the boy's back and smiled, she knew that the boy would come back with a burning coal, and for some time, every time.

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering in the wind, and her dirty little face was a little tranquil, a little playful, and a little tired.

There was a thunderstorm in the sky, and an old figure appeared at the door of the broken temple, it was the old beggar!

The girl didn't notice it, and there was a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had eaten the warm roasted sweet potato in a dream.

The old figure seemed to be a little surprised, and then the obscene meaning in his eyes turned into kinetic energy that pushed him, and slowly approached the girl and pounced.

The girl woke up in an instant, and cried out in horror: "Help! help......! Hmm..."

The old beggar reached out and covered the girl's mouth, and then began to reach for the girl's torn clothes.

The girl's tears crossed her pale cheeks and flowed into her mouth, and the taste seemed to be the most bitter tears in the world.

......

After turning the street, the boy ran through the muddy alley, holding a burning charcoal fire with two sticks in his left hand, his face full of rain and smiles, thinking about leaving the biggest sweet potato to his sister.

Stretched out his hand and touched his belly, obviously afraid that the sweet potato would be cold, and in his arms, the burning feeling made him even more satisfied, and he couldn't help sighing: "It's good to be alive." ”

It was a broken temple door, and the door panel was in the middle of nowhere, and nearly half of the wall at the door had collapsed.

An old figure burst out the door, nearly knocking the boy down, and then ran down the alley on the other side, muddy water splashing on his feet.

The boy was dissatisfied: "What are you doing...... The man ......" said as he walked through the door.

But when he walked in the door, he was stunned.

In the corner of the wall was a petite figure, clasped on his knees, trembling all over.

The tattered clothes are a testament to a human tragedy, a tragedy never expected.

The muddy water from the wall ran down her somewhat dark skin across her smaller, scratched body, and eventually slid onto the hay beneath her, making her look helpless.

The charcoal fire in his hand fell on the damp hay, and the hay burned into billowing smoke.

He fell to his knees in despair, breathing tremblingly, like a wind box.

He crawled towards the smaller figure, his hole-in-the-knee rolling over the still-glowing red coals, emitting a scorching smell.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the girl's messy hair.

"Ahh

In that look was the infinite fear that erupted from the depths of his heart after being suppressed countless times.

"Brother......

When she saw the boy's face, which had become a little distorted by self-blame and anger, the girl's heart was sour, and she threw herself into the boy's arms.

The boy hugged the girl tightly.

"Ahh

"Ahh

A roar that did not resemble a human voice came from the boy's mouth, like a dying beast.

He was a wounded beast, a ...... Poor little beast.

After all, tears can't wash away the shame, and they can't wash away the scars that can't be left in the heart.

Ben thought that as long as he was a beggar, everything would be worry-free, and no one would look down on two dirty beggars.

So all along, this dirty outfit is their best protective talisman, he and his sister never go to the door of the rich and noble, do not walk the fireworks and willow lane, try to avoid those who can bring right and wrong, try to hide.

It's not so much hiding as escaping, he refuses to face the status quo head-on, and keeps avoiding, trying to be a fish that slips through the net.

But he never imagined that instead of bringing peace, such evasion would bring with it the deepest memories and wounds that would never heal.

He hates it!

Yes, where there is light, there is darkness.

Whether it is a wealthy family, ordinary people, or beggars, as long as they have this kind of identity, then there must be a bright side and a dark side, which cannot be avoided or shaken off.

Those who try to escape have come to terms with the worst consequences.

He wants revenge!!