"Hot, hot—" Wicks held himself, rolling back and forth. "Fire, fire. ”

.......

"Ahh

smiled bitterly, "Why is this dream again?" He brushed his sweat-soaked hair and lay down again.

But I couldn't sleep anymore, and my mind unconsciously returned to that dream.

It was many years ago, when he was still in the slums, and once his father went away and left his mother home alone, he forgot to close the door when he went out, which is what Weeks only learned about when his father was drunk.

There's no better day for Weeks than that day.

"Mom, I'll go back..."Wicks pushed open the door with joy, only to see a shirtless man riding on his mother's body, the mother was lying on the ground in rags, "Ha, Mom" Little Wicks took a step forward with difficulty, but saw a pool of dazzling blood spreading along his mother's hair in all directions, and his feet retracted as if they had been pricked. The pool of blood was like thousands of ants gnawing on their throats, they couldn't cry, their whole legs were weak, and they wanted to be poured with chili water, so spicy that they didn't feel it, and suddenly they felt as if the whole world had exploded, and they found that they had retreated to the door step by step, so all their emotions exploded at once.

"Ahh

"Help me,"

"Go away!"

"My Mother, She"

"Neurotic!"

"There are bad guys"

"I'm in a hurry!"

Ran a lot of places and asked a lot of people.

But there was no one.

Exhausted, he finally collapsed on the ground

"What about the police? The police.. ”

Falling in the vast sea of people, the indifferent eyes that came and went made his heart like ashes, the whole world seemed to be sucked out of air, there was no sound, and the crowd flowed, but a child less than 10 years old was left crying into a tearful person, so heartbroken that he fainted in the middle of the road.

Ever since my mother died, my father had been drinking heavily, and finally on that day.

Fell off the balcony and died, Weeks was exactly 10 years old that day.

Wicks knelt in front of his father's corpse, surrounded by people watching the excitement, no matter how he told himself not to cry in front of so many people, but he still kept dripping tears, "Dad"

The father's expression was not painful, but it was extremely difficult to let go. Until now, many years later, looking back, I still feel sad, although my father didn't have much ability, but he never complained about life, every day is to bring happiness back, childhood memories may not be left, maybe sitting at the dinner table every day looking forward to that smiling face, throughout the childhood dream.

The onlookers pointed and pointed, every sentence was so harsh,

"I really deserve it, there is a child at home who is still so indulgent in drinking, hey"

"The family is unfortunate, it is said that his wife was still killed by **"

"Don't say it"

"Don't say it"

Tears fell from the brush.

"If you don't work hard, that's all you can do"

"Don't say it"

"Don't say it"

The hands, which had been wet with tears many times, were squeezing tighter and tighter.

"What a bastard, no worries when he dies, look at how happy he is"

"Don't talk about my father!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment, and a child was seen gritting his teeth and red eyes, staring at him like a hungry wolf, as if he wanted to eat himself at any moment.

But the crowd went on again,

"How do you give birth to such a thing?"

"It seems that there is a father, and there is a son"

"Ahh

"I'm going to kill you!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Little Wex picked up the rock from the ground and threw it into the crowd.

People took a step back

"Maniac!"

Wicks still kept picking it up, and threw it away.

This makes people angry.

"Neuropathy. Eventually, little Weeks was dumped in the garbage with his face covered in blood.

At this time, it rained, and the blood on Little Weeks' face was washed away little by little.

"When it rains, it's time to go home," Weeks remembered what his mother used to tell him when he was a child.

"But, now," Wicks cried, "I don't have a home anymore."

The sound of rain accompanied by crying played the saddest music of the city. It's lonely, it's bitter, it's hopeless, it's ......

All of this disappeared into the sound of the rain.

On the day after this, a drunken man staggered over to him, and the last one did not stand firmly, and suddenly "poof" fell in front of little Weeks, revealing the back of his neck, and Little Weeks recognized him at a glance, because he could never forget that the man had such a very rare birthmark on his neck. "That's him, that's him" The whole hand trembled unobediently, and 10-year-old Wicks slowly pulled out the knife that had been hidden in his body for a long time, and raised it suddenly.

"Ahh

But his hands could not move in the air, and he kept shaking. The right hand pressed down with the left hand, but it couldn't get down.

"Wicks, have you forgotten how your mother died? ”

Suddenly, the picture at that time suddenly appeared in front of me,

"Shirtless"

"Ragged"

"A Pool of Blood"

"Ahh

Wicks snapped his eyes shut and slammed his hands down.

I felt a disgusting hot stream spray on his face all at once, and I suddenly felt like vomiting.

Wicks didn't dare to open his eyes.

"Dad, what is that person doing?"

Wicks suddenly opened his eyes and saw a father and son, looking at him upright, and he looked at his hands again,

"Ahh

Wicks hurriedly threw away the knife in his hand,

I saw that the child's father had already called out to several people around him and ran towards him with weapons.

Wicks' heart seemed to be pulled out little by little by ten thousand sharp blades.

Hurriedly got up and ran away.

Since that incident, Wicks has been very short-tempered, often hands-on, and deep down always thinks that the other party is coming to catch him, so in this way, gradually no one wants to be friends with him, everyone doesn't like him, and they all avoid her. In the end, the school didn't let him go to school, and he could only pick up waste newspapers on the street every day to read something. He especially likes to read a column called Mystery Stories, so he picks it up every issue, and sometimes, he even has a conflict with some vicious dogs foraging in the garbage can, but he can get by. In this way, I spent my teenage years. Later, the gangsters took a fancy to him and would fight. Deciding to pull him into the gang and stay in the gang for a while, Weeks feels like he's finally found a place to belong, because no one hates him here. Slowly, I also began to treat the people around me as relatives, and I was always afraid that the people around me would leave me, and I always tried my best to think about the people around me, and I don't know how many knives I took for them and how many bullets I blocked. Despite this, I had a great time every day.

Until one day, when he went out with a friend.

"Hey, what do you think of that girl?"

Wicks didn't speak. "Nodding"

"I'm going to do it," Wicks smiled as he watched his friend lick his tongue. "You kid tap"

"Of course" watched him slowly approach the girl.

"What are you doing?" the girl began to take a step back.

"Girl, stay with me..."

The girl was about to run backwards, but found that the way was blocked by Wicks. At this time, I felt a force pull myself over, pressed against the wall, I felt that my face was wet, and then my neck, and the girl closed her eyes. Gritted his teeth and pushed out desperately, but it was useless.

At this time, I felt that my skirt seemed to be lifted, and the girl opened her eyes suddenly, looking at Wicks pitifully, Wicks immediately avoided her eyes, only to hear the ** sound from behind.

Weeks suddenly remembered his mother.

Holding back his thoughts, he thumped his head and motioned for himself to calm down. It was not easy to calm down.

"Whew," Wicks looked up to the sky and let out a few sighs of relief.

What I never expected was that Wicks turned around all of a sudden, pushed his friend away, picked up the girl and ran out, and when he ran to the mouth of the alley, he looked back, but found that his friend did not chase him, so he took the girl and walked back, only to find that his friend had fallen in the corner of the wall and was not breathing, and blood was flowing down the wall. It turned out that just now he hit his head on a nail exposed in the wall, and the nail pierced his head, and the blood dripped down the tip of the nail protruding from his forehead.

Wicks suddenly seemed to have no master of the six gods, scratching his hair and walking around.

"Get out of here!" Wicks stopped abruptly and shouted to the girl.

Seeing that the girl didn't move, Wicks began to push. "Don't you understand, let you get out!"

The girl looked at Wicks, then ran away as fast as she could.

Weeks collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the sky.

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Hahahaha"

From that day on, Wicks realized that the gang was not the place he should be, his so-called brothers, every day to create a former self, how much he wanted to fit into the life of a normal person, even if it was to do the most menial work, but no one wanted to accept him, he couldn't find the meaning of life anywhere, and felt like an abandoned beast. So he began to drink heavily every day and anesthetize himself.

It was winter, and Wicks was drunk again and collapsed in the street, frost running down Wicks' hair and down his eyebrows. Every year in the slums, some people are frozen to death.

When Wicks woke up, he found himself lying on a chair in a small restaurant, with a woman's coat on his body, and slowly opened his eyes to find a girl sitting in front of him, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was the girl he had saved. Wicks shook his body, and found that his body could barely move, so he supported his body, threw the clothes to the girl, his mouth was open to say something, hesitated, then turned around, and walked out quickly, and then suddenly he felt his hand grabbed, warm, fleshy, it seemed that it was the first time he had such a feeling, and when he looked back, he found that it was a pair of delicate little hands holding his wrist. Looking up along his arm, he saw a pair of gentle, watery eyes looking at him, at first a little uncomfortable, hurriedly shook his hands, tried a few times, but still couldn't break free from the girl's hands.

"Don't get involved with people like me, it won't end well"

"Can you tell me your story?" the girl looked at herself sincerely.

For the first time in so many years, someone would care about their story, and Wicks was stunned for a moment.

"Let go" still shook his arm hard.

"Ahh

"Hey!" Wicks clenched his fists, patiently stepped forward to help the girl aside, ripped a piece of cloth from her body, and prepared to bandage the girl.

"I think you're different from them"

Wicks was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and continued to wrap up.

I felt that my face was held up by a pair of tender hands, and the girl's big lovely eyes were placed in front of her at once, and her sunny and warm eyes flashed with a luster like a bright moon. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her eyelids, like a quiet valley, breathtakingly beautiful.

Wicks instinctively wants to dodge,

"Don't move, you're not like them, aren't you?"

Wicks' heart seemed to be poured into various spices, and the flavors were mixed.

"Huh, tell me, hee-hee."

The neat white teeth, and the charming corners of the eyes, like an angel, broke into the heart that Wicks himself did not dare to touch.

Wicks finally laughed, so defenseless, so bold and senseless, for the first time in eight years.

"I can't help you"

"So you agreed," but the girl was very happy.

Next, the two of them talked face-to-face for a long, long time. When it comes to the tragic place, the girl will even cry so loudly that Wicks will comfort her, probably for the first time, and Wicks doesn't know how to make it, and when the girl cries, he thinks that feeding the water may be beneficial, and at first he even panicked and couldn't even hold the cup steadily, and finally splashed himself. Although it was a mistake, the girl finally burst into tears and laughed when she saw Wicks' stupidity.

As Wicks narrated, the girl felt that the man in front of her was really poignant.

I don't know how many tissues are wet from crying.

With the story out of the way, it's time for Wicks to go.

"Shall I see you again?"

Wicks turned his head and looked at the girl

"You" Wicks suddenly realized that he could not look a little fierce, so he raised the corners of his mouth vigorously. "What's your name?"

"I don't want to tell you yet, hee-hee"

The sunlight outside was projected on that white and bright smile, and at that moment, it was as if I saw the holy light, even if it was just a flash, and there was probably nothing more intoxicating in the world. Wicks smiled again, the light hitting the corners of his vicissitudes of life, gentle as a song.

As time passed, Wicks was taken care of by the girl, although the two often quarreled, and the girl would lose her temper and ignore Wicks for several days. But sometimes, the two of them will also make an appointment to walk around the city. Wicks' life also began to become regular, and he stopped drinking heavily. No one had ever taken such good care of him as this girl, and Wicks found himself slowly taking a liking to her.

What Wicks remembers most is when they walked past the bell tower, that night, Wicks' hand inadvertently touched the girl's hand, and at that moment, as if an electric shock, a tingling sensation that had never been felt before rushed to his heart, and Wicks's face suddenly turned red, but fortunately it was night, and no one could see it. But that feeling stayed in his heart for a long time, and it was as if a fawn suddenly appeared in Wicks's heart, banging and banging. Wicks tried his hand back and forth again until he walked behind the bell tower, and then he waved his hand again, pretending to have no intention of doing it, and touched the girl's hand again, it was so slippery and so tender, I am afraid that there was nothing happier than this. When he was retracting his hand, Wicks suddenly felt his palm firmly gripped, and a huge sense of happiness wrapped Wicks in a hurry, so gentle, so that people didn't want to escape.

Not knowing what to say, Wicks turned his head and looked at the girl with a flushed face.

The girl pouted

"You always want me to take the initiative. Hmph"

The shallow smile that then bowed his head seemed to be Weeks' deepest memory of youthful love.

One day, however, Wicks found that he could not find the girl, and finally found a pair of paper crane shoes embroidered with a thousand paper cranes and a letter at his doorstep. On the letter, there was only one sentence, "May a thousand paper cranes know how to love you better than me." ”

Signed "Catherine Christine"

At that moment, I felt that my soul was suddenly emptied, and I collapsed in the corner, and no one knew how long I had been sitting here.

Later, I found out that when the woman's father knew that his daughter was in love with a gangster again, he broke her legs in a fit of rage and took her out of here.

Since then, Wicks has slowly felt that he should not have been born in the first place, and the hope that had just been ignited was suddenly photographed again, and the days returned to the decadent appearance of before, and he had to live every day, the difference was that he no longer touched alcohol.

"Be a serious person"

It's not that he doesn't want to, his hands are covered with blood, and he can't turn back for a long time, and even if he can, he's tired.

"Good people will be rewarded?"

Wicks would often come and laugh at himself.

Although the life of the gang is hopeless, it at least provides the only motivation to keep him alive. Paralyzing yourself in reasoning, and being in it all day long. It is often said that as soon as they fall into reasoning, the whole person is like a mad dog. This habit, until now, still seems to be unbreakable.

"Knock knock" Wicks' thoughts were brought back by the hurried knock on the door.

"Are you?" said Wicks.

"Uncle Wicks, don't you know me?"

Wicks looked at it carefully for a long time.

Laughed

"It's been three years"

"No, you don't have any hair"

Wicks stroked his hair, "Most of us who grew up in the slums are at this age, our hair will be gray, and we won't live long, why did you come back suddenly, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Wicks, do you know George Adelaide?"