Winter is coming, and the aroma of wine and meat fills the streets.

The ice-decorated windows dimly reveal the figures of several children who are constantly shaking, and the sound of laughter lingers on the street lamps, accompanied by the loving calls of adults.

The house has already set up a dish, and there is a crystal clear goblet on the table, which contains red wine like red agate, and the slight bitterness is wrapped around the sweetness of the grapes.

It was a good night, at least, in the house.

Outside, fine snowflakes mixed with the cold wind flew down and landed on a pale, childish cheek. It was a little boy, and the clothes on his body were no longer enough to withstand the cold wind.

The little boy's body trembled slightly, his teeth clenched into his chapped, bloodshot lips, and two dry water marks were clearly visible on his young face.

As if feeling the stiffness of his body, the child let out a soft breath, and his bruised little hand reached to his lips, wanting to absorb a trace of warmth.

It was a warm breath, but it gradually became cold the moment it was blurted out.

The child withdrew his somewhat disobedient hand in disappointment and hung it at his sides.

Gradually, Binghua climbed up his hair, and his eyelids were like lead blocks, and he couldn't open them.

Other children may have already fallen asleep in the company of their parents, but what about him?

But he could only nest in the corner of the wall, watching Bingling climb up his body little by little.

At this time, where is the so-called light?

The subtle curvature of the corners of his mouth was aroused, bringing the destruction of all the light in his heart.

But even if he resented, what could he do?

He had seen death coming out of the darkness, and it seemed to ...... Death is more real than the light...... The little boy closed his eyes slightly, and one person hurried past him, but no one was willing to pay attention to the child on the side of the road

Seeing this, the child couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Yes, countless children die here every day, and who cares about him as a useless child?

The child was no longer able to struggle for anything, but it was evident from the intense tension of his body that he was not in a calm mood.

He was not reconciled! He was unwilling to die like this!

His closest relatives, his parents, had been killed by the disgusting Holy See of Light, and now when he closed his eyes, all that lingered in his mind was his father's bloodstains and his mother's reluctant gaze before she died.

Relatives, those snobs have long since disappeared.

used to call his father a brother and sister, and married Jin Lan with his mother, but now they are all full of nonsense.

He doesn't hate them, because they don't deserve his hatred! He only hates his weakness, he hates his incompetence, he doesn't protect his loved ones!

If he can survive, he must adjudicate this false light with his own hands!

The child didn't notice that a faint flame appeared above his head as his thoughts flashed, and it swayed gently with the wind, although it was very weak, but it proved that it did exist!

Just then, a figure appeared at the far end of the path. As he got closer, he was a middle-aged man.

Apparently noticing the flames above the child's head.

The middle-aged man leaned down to look at the little boy, gently rubbed his bearded chin with his right index finger and said, "It's kind of interesting, kid." ”

Naturally, the child did not hear this, and he had already sunk into a deep nightmare.

He didn't seem to have to wait for the child to answer, so he directly lifted the little boy on his shoulder, and shook the wine bottle in his hand to the little boy by the way, as if to signal to the child: This kind of life has been thrown away!

Looking at the child who was still unconscious, the middle-aged man had to shake his head and immediately led him into a small bar. Casually placing the little boy on the couch and walking into the kitchen.

Then he soon came out with two bottles in his hands, one bright red and the other cold blue.

Then, without looking at him, he walked straight to the bar, took out two bottles of red and blue liquid, and casually mixed them all. There is always confidence in the eyes of a familiar driver.

Shaking it casually twice, the middle-aged man grabbed his chin with two fingers, forced him to open his mouth, and the red and blue liquid in his hand was inserted into the little boy's mouth

If there is a doctor here, he will definitely slap the table and scold the middle-aged man for mutilating the future flowers of the motherland, which are fire spirit liquid and ice crystal liquid with opposing medicinal properties. Although it is said to be a good thing, once it is mixed, it is even more poisonous than Heding Red!

After pouring the little boy to drink the liquid, the middle-aged man did not feel panicked, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, raised the wine bottle in his hand and poured himself a sip of spirits.

The burning sensation of the liquor irritated his mouth, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth and stare at the wind and snow outside the window. But what he is thinking at the moment is only known to the person concerned.

The middle-aged uncle looked at it, and then indifferently went to the cellar to pick up a few bottles of wine, sat on the table and drank while watching the wind and snow blowing outside.

After taking a few sips of wine, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slowly curl up, and only he knew what he was thinking in his heart.

Early the next morning.

Obviously surprised that he could wake up, the child stretched out his hand and pinched the skin on his face, and when he received a real pain, he couldn't help but let go quickly, and whispered, "I'm ...... Is it in heaven?"

Hearing the immature voice beside him, a smile gradually appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he couldn't help but quip: "Have you ever seen an angel who looks like this?"

Suddenly there was a voice, but the little boy was not startled.

There was a calm and smart brilliance in his eyes, and he looked indifferently at the middle-aged man shaking the wine bottle in his hand, waiting for his next words.

"My name is Loslan. ”

Loslan introduced himself, the little boy was not stupid, and a smile appeared on his cold face, "My name is Tear Invisible." "Loslan looked weird and teared invisible, and always felt that the name was weird.

But nothing was said. The invisible smile is fleeting in a blink of an eye,

Seeing that the kid he rescued was so general-like, Loslan waved his hand, grabbed his invisible-to-shoulder shoulder, and said, "It's a man, come and take a drink! Don't let me look down on it!"

He took the bottle and poured it into his mouth without thinking about it, and the transparent wine flowed down his neck.

The middle-aged man showed an expression of appreciation, and the little boy's movements suddenly froze, and then he decisively squirted out the liquor in his mouth.

Looking at the little boy's jerky actions, a smile appeared between the middle-aged man's eyebrows.

The big hand put on the little boy's slightly thin shoulder and said, "You kid, stay with me in the future!"

Hearing this, the little boy's hand gently wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth paused slightly, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes that had been unfazed: "Really?"