When violence is commonplace, then abuse comes into being.

Under the man's constant seizures, the female swordsman finally chose an old poplar with a crooked neck, tied a dead knot with the ribbon in her waist, got her head into the sleeve, kicked off the bench under her feet, and hung there, like a letter shaking her head in the wind.

The boy witnessed all this, time seemed to freeze at that moment, no flowing, no wind or rain, hot and humid, his eyes were astringent, but tears could not be left.

He knew that from then on, he would not have a mother.

What is the concept of it, and perhaps his whole life, will be lonely.

His sadness gradually flares up, and he looks at his father's gaze, full of hostility.

The man seems to have discovered this, and he tried to appease his child, portraying his mother as an alien, an alien who does not eat human flesh or drink human blood, and she does not belong to this mountain forest. Then the best way home is hell.

The boy retorted to his father, saying that the mother was right.

Long-term diet of human blood has made the boy's body stunted, he has not had a bowel movement for several days, and once he has a bowel movement, it hurts his stomach, and it hurts for a while, like a knife, so he is afraid of stool, and its stench, when he smells, it smells worse than crawling with flies, the corpses of dead animals, it is the smell of sin.

His legs, more deformed, his eyes no longer shiny, and he was afraid of the sun, which was like a lit torch that would set him on fire, and he lived, day and night, and it became a real nocturnal creature, and though he didn't want to, he had to, and his dwelling was a thatched house, and behind it was a tomb, which looked like a small dirt bag, where his mother was buried.

How much has passed, the words of father and son, become colder than ice and snow, the opportunity to meet is becoming less and less, the man is always hunting, the boy is also hunting, the two people catch the same amount of prey, although the boy is not good at fighting, fighting with animals or people, that will cause him to be injured, although it is not fatal, the pain is inevitable, he has to hide in the thatched hut, secretly heal.

But he had to live, he couldn't eat grass like his mother, his face, from white, couldn't turn green, he had to fight, and fortunately those poor knights, once they met him, often dropped their weapons, ran away from their shoes, scratched their clothes, and fled without a fight, and he experienced a lot of fun in the hunt, which is like a cat playing with a mouse in the palm of his hand.

Until one day, the man returned from hunting, returned to the thatched hut, covered in blood, weak to the top, lying motionless on the couch, without blinking his eyes, turning over, it was impossible. He needed water, and the boy went to fetch water, and he needed food, and the boy went hunting, and he needed to speak, and the boy spoke with him, and he said that his end was near.

The boy believed it, because he had cursed this demon called his father, and died early, and he even thought that if he was not turned over, bedsores would occur, and his wounds would first fester, and then thick juice would flow, and flies, and other reptiles, and once they smelled this smell, they would fly into the house, and lay eggs on his wounds, and aggravate his condition, and his wounds, and his wounds, which would slowly enlarge and become big holes, and blood would come out, and finally all the blood would be shed, and the boy, as he would witness the death of his mother, would come to witness his father's death, and he would just watch and watch him die。

This time, it's an opportunity.

The man's leg was wounded, and he lay in bed for several months, and then, when he was hungry, the boy went out to look for it, and lay down by the stream, waited for the sun to rise, and went home empty-handed, and told his father how he had fought with his prey all night, and depicted the battle in as much detail as possible, as in fact, he tried to put his feet into the stream, and found a few big fish, and duel.

The stream was too cold, he had never been in the water before, he was not a landlubber, because he was born with a fear of water, and all this had to be carried out to make a trajectory. So it is unlikely that he bathes, and the smell of his body is heavier than his father's, and in this family, his mother is clean, and when she dies, she has to bathe in the stream every day, and the fish know her, and when it is cold, they know her, and the birds have seen her beautiful nakedness, and the frogs have sung to her.

When he thought of his mother, he was firm in his belief that he must let the man go down to the ground to accompany her, in order to effectively and implement his plan step by step, sometimes, he did not hesitate to open a few wounds on his body, which was enough to deceive the past, the man was too shrewd, the boy was too familiar with him, even a small flaw could not escape the man's eyes, and he had to be careful.

Oh, at that moment, he was no longer a boy, he also became a man, counting, he was already in his fifties, his face stopped for more than twenty months, time was on his body, always walking very slowly, aging quickly, he seemed to be the one who lived outside the world, once he slept, he could touch the cold of hell, once he was awake, he had to feel the desolation of the gift of the veteran of time.

Finally, the father was dying, and the disease progressed much more slowly than the boy had imagined, thanks to his father's strong vitality, his skin was pressed against the bones because of hunger, like a corpse about to be dried.

His eyes, which had lost their luster because of lack of water, said that he could not see clearly on his own, and that he was going to be blind, and that the boy did not know whether it was true or not, and did not corroborate it.

The thick juice glued his father's back with the quilt and hay, and he wanted to turn over, and he said so.

"Son, turn over Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu feels his back, there are insects crawling in, they will gnaw away Lao Tzu's nerves, into Lao Tzu's veins, they are a group of blood-sucking devils, they are going to kill me, my blood, little by little from the body into its stomach, so, you hurry up and turn me over, I'm going to die, you have no relatives, you don't have a mother, you then lose your father, in this world, no one is friends with you, birds can't work, fleas can't do it, you have to live by yourself, and living by yourself is terrible, what a terrible thing, you absolutely don't want to accept it, I order you。 ”

The boy had to sleep during the day, and pretended not to hear, and at first he would turn him over a day, and now he would curse when he had a bad temper, despite his request. The boy would never do that, he was going to sleep, and he had a dream in which his mother would appear, and she would be kind, and how merciful she was, and her big hands, full of warmth, like sunshine, like moonlight, like starlight.

After the father yelled, the boy was on the ground, wearing a large coat that had been ripped from the deceased's body, how ill-fitting it was, like wearing a quilt, so it could be used as a quilt, the boy packed himself in a package, became a silkworm, turned over, did not hear, the father's throat, shouted hoarsely, made a sound like a wild duck, and the breath was faint like a mosquito.

At this moment, even if he is a fool, he can feel the deep malice from his son's heart, he supported his body with his hands, sat up with difficulty, the sword, hung at the head of the bed, he glanced at it, and then at his son who pretended to be asleep, a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he got the sword, turned around, and saw his son standing up.

The boy asked him, "What are you going to do with your sword?"

"I'm going hunting. Father said.

"There is no prey, no one believes in the legend of the Seven Springs anymore, on the contrary, they are circulating, and there are two demons living here!" said the boy.

"You are fundamentally different from the characteristics of human nature. An insatiable person will not be worried, dangerous!" said the father, and walked down, barefoot, stepping on the cold ground, his body swayed, and his head leaned forward, "Do they really call us demons?

The boy nodded, and drew his sword as well, "You are a demon, I can be sure that from the moment you forced your mother to die, you turned into a demon, it turns out that you are just a freak." ”

The father didn't mind being disobedient to his own child at all, and he laughed: "I'm a freak, so what about you, you were born to me." ”

"I was born to my mother, who was a kind woman. ”

"If she was really kind, she wouldn't have been caught by me, and she wouldn't have shown you. The father raised his sword and no longer hesitated, it was time to understand that God had given him an extraordinary grace, and he did not want to waste this grace, especially to be ruthlessly deprived of it by his own children.

"My appearance is really wrong, you know, what wild fruit tastes like?" said the boy.

"Sweet and sour, some are sweet and sour first, some are sweet and then sour, just like life. The father looked at the long sword, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, it was stained with so much blood that the body of the sword had become rusty, he never thought that the sword would be used to cut open his son's belly and remove his internal organs, although he knew that his heart could only be black.

"But I don't know, since I was born, I've been sucking human blood, and I'd love to taste the wild fruit. The boy said.

"They are all poisons, blood-sucking, and a gift from the heavens!"

"Are the scars on the face, the clumsy legs, the loss of personality, and the life of no one and no ghost also a gift from God?" the boy retorted.

"Of course. ”

"I don't need to, of course, I want to change. The boy shouted.

"It's all fate, you can't change it!"

"Kill you, and that's it!"