Chapter 464 Tears are sour

Standing at the door of the dilapidated house, letting the cold rain pour down, Yan Yin's brows were tightly wrinkled together,

"This is fake, it should be fine" Yan Yin said to herself, "But, in the end, am I fake, or is everything in front of me fake, if I am fake, illusory, then I shouldn't appear here, but, why, I really feel the coldness of this rain and the bitterness in my heart, if everything in front of me is fake, then where am I, why, I will appear here." ”

At this time, Yan Yin's mind was full of doubts and incomprehension,

After he entered the love path, everything began to change,

When he was inadvertent, the scene quietly changed into the scene of this moment,

A little boy trembled in the dilapidated and broken room, and he, with empathy, trembled with the little boy's body,

It seems that he is the little boy, and the little boy is him,

After thinking about it carefully for a long time, Yan Yin never remembered that he had such an experience when he was a child, maybe he had, but he himself forgot,

He suspected that this scene was to ask the ancestor of love, but the ancestor of love was a woman, in her emotions, how could a little boy appear, and besides, the little boy's every move was so real, not personally experienced, how could such a real picture appear,

said that this was fabricated out of thin air, Yan Yin didn't believe it,

But if it's fake, then why does he appear in this picture?

What is the connection between this?

When he quietly watched the little boy trembling in the dilapidated house looking for the eggs, and the excitement when he found the eggs and the satisfaction after eating the eggs, Yan Yin's heart seemed to have a string touched.

Just as he was thinking, the group of children with umbrellas and neat clothes poured into the broken house.

After a while, there was laughter and a shivering and muffled grunt,

The little boy was crushed by the men on the cold, rain-soaked ground, and in front of him, four bird eggs had been broken, and inside was a black stinky water.

And the little boy just curled up tightly, his teeth clenched, and let the children bully him and abuse him.

"Little rags, how did you come to this shabby house, a few days ago you came to my kitchen to steal something to eat, today you are so hungry that you want to eat these already stinky, broken bird eggs, haha" A big child laughed and said, "As long as you call me grandpa, I will reward you with a rice ball, how about it." ”

"Hey, hey, and us" Some other children took out a ball of paper-wrapped rice balls from their clothes pockets, and looked at the little boy who was pressed to the ground with a few feet on his body.

The little boy didn't make a sound, but because of the cold ground, he couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

Seeing that the little boy had been silent, the group of children scolded and kicked him wantonly.

On the little boy's body, there were bruises and bruises left one after another.

It wasn't until this time that Yan Yin understood how the bruises on this little boy's body came about.

Looking at everything that happened in the broken house, Yan Yin still didn't move, just quietly looked inside, looking at the little boy who gritted his teeth tightly and his eyes were red but didn't shed a single tear.

The little boy's eyes kept looking out of the house, as if he was expecting something, and seemed to be praying for something,

Yan Yin didn't know if the little boy could see himself, but looking at those eyes, Yan Yin suddenly remembered his life in the Yanyun Mountain Range back then.

At that time, he was about the same age as this little boy, but he was faced with a lonely and cold environment, and those strange beasts and fierce birds that roared and screamed in the jungle.

Looking at the little boy, Yan Yin's steps took a step forward, but soon he took it back again,

He had a faint feeling in his heart that if he walked towards the little boy, then something would happen that he couldn't predict.

In the dilapidated house, the little boy continued to endure the abuse and wanton bullying of the big boys.

I don't know how long it took, maybe they were tired, or maybe they thought the little boy was too hard to have fun.

So everyone threw the rice balls in their hands on the ground, soaked them in the water of the smelly and dirty bird droppings, and sneered, "No, eat it." ”

After saying that, these people ran out of the broken house with umbrellas and screamed as they came, and ran to the depths of the unknown heavy rain.

Glancing at the small, ignorant and merciless people who had gone away, Yan Yin looked at the dilapidated house with a silent gaze,

The little boy lay on the ground for a long time, his clothes were all soaked, his body was purple and blue, and his lips became darker.

The satisfaction after swallowing a few bird eggs before was scattered by the group of cruel children who seemed to be evil beasts.

Taking a deep breath, the little boy tried to prop up his body with some immature hands that were scratched by weeds.

Sitting on the cold and damp ground, two lines of sad tears slowly flowed from the little boy's eyes,

Sitting there, he didn't know what he was heading towards,

The two little hands rubbed the bruises on their bodies, while wiping the tears that kept flowing,

Crying, maybe it won't solve any problem,

But tears can slowly wash away the sorrow in my heart,

Looking at the rice balls that had been soaked in the rain mixed with bird droppings, the little boy wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and got up angrily to kick them away.

Perhaps because he was too emotional, the little boy suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, and a pool of scarlet blood flowed from his elbow.

A piece of broken rubble, scratched his arm,

Scarlet blood, flowing wantonly,

This eye-catching color blended into the rain and reflected in the little boy's eyes.

The little boy, sobbing and weeping, and trembling, hurriedly got up and covered the wound tightly with his hands.

It's just that the wound seems to be a little hideous, and it's also a little wanton.

Blood passed through his fingers, still dripping down the dirty ground outside,

It seems that the blood that has been imprisoned for a long time by the thin body of this little boy has also begun to yearn for a broader space,

Trembling step by step to the dilapidated house, the little boy stretched out his hand again, and then the cold rain washed the booty from his body and the scarlet that stained half of his arms and body,

It hurts, it hurts,

Very sad, really sad,

Tears, involuntarily slipping,

Sadness comes out of the eyes,

Why, this world is so cold,

Why, this heaven and earth are so merciless,

A dilapidated house, pouring rain outside, a drizzling rain inside,

The thin body, the red eyes, and the immature and frozen red hands washed the wounds and booties on his body again and again with the cold rain on his body.

Dirty world, how to go with a clean heart,

Lonely and cold people, with what to pray for warmth to come,

The blood did not stop, and no matter how much the little boy tried to clean it, the hideous wound on his elbow still flowed endlessly.

Perhaps, he is tired,

Perhaps, he is not tired,

In the end, the little boy gave up cleaning and sat limp in front of the broken house.

His eyes slowly closed, and a line of warm tears flowed,

A pair of small hands that were purple and red from the cold, holding their knees, let the face full of tears be buried in it,

His body was trembling, his little low,

He was sobbing, he was also sad, he was helpless, and he was sad,

A heavy rain that seemed to have no end, a dilapidated but barely accommodated house, a little boy in thin clothes and bruises, holding his knees, there silently mourned, sobbing, weeping,

Eat the eggs that were pulled out of bird droppings,

Drink the cold, merciless rain of the heavens,

Sleeping, is damp and cold ground,

Enduring loneliness, enduring humiliation, full of bitter pain, feeling the loneliness of heaven and earth, a young heart, in this cold rain, before this broken house, became calm, became peaceful, became ......

Finally, the little boy fell headlong into the cold rain,

Blood stained the whole ruined house, and a thin body, clutching his knees, fell like that in the still loud rain,

Everything, it's over,

Everything, in the past,

Everything, gone,

The icy rain began to lighten, and a dazzling light shot down through the clouds,

A brilliant rainbow emerges after the rain

The sun is always after the wind and rain, the warmth dispels the cold, and the light and hope shine in this world,

But there was a little boy who never stood up again,

His body, just like that, clung tightly to his knees, and fell quietly in front of the wet and dilapidated house,

Maybe he had looked forward to the sunshine, but it didn't appear,

Maybe he prayed for warmth, but it came so late,

People always say that beauty will always come, but he can no longer see it.

The dazzling sunlight shone on the thin body that could no longer feel the warmth, this belated hope, is it ironic,

Perhaps, yes,

Sighing softly, Yan Yin slowly closed her eyes,

In his eyes, two lines of tears slowly flowed,

move

Perhaps,

commiseration

Perhaps,

When he saw the little boy fall, Yan Yin's heart trembled, and he really felt the little boy's heart.

I felt the pure, clean, and warm heart full of hope for the future, but in the end it was extinguished by the merciless rain,

Crying is not the solution to the problem,

But tears are a clear spring that cleanses the sorrow in my heart,

Some people are able to wash,

Some people can't be washed,

Some people, before they have come to washing, have lost the opportunity to clean forever,

Slowly walking towards the broken house, Yan Yin stretched out her hand to the little boy,

Suddenly, the surroundings changed, the sunlight disappeared, the rainbow after the heavy rain also disappeared, and the little boy disappeared.

What doesn't change is the ruined house,

and a little girl in a dilapidated house, dirty, unclothed,

In her hands, holding a few rice balls,

She curled up in a corner of the broken house, sobbing and eating the smelly, dirty rice balls.

(In this chapter, I can't help but cry as I write, whether it's sour, or feeling the surname, I don't understand why, in my mind, this picture keeps coming up: in a heavy rain, a dilapidated house, a little boy pulled out a bird's egg in bird droppings, the happiness on his face, perhaps, he is just an unknown unknown person in the story, but it is a little boy in my heart who wants to reach out to help, alas...... Writing a book has written a little bit about myself, I'll go to relax first and then continue to write,)