Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

He was afraid, and he didn't even know what he was afraid of, so he ran away.

On a quiet winter night, he ran to the door of the person he trusted most other than his family and knocked on the door in a panic.

Then the door opened.

The wind and snow were kept out.

So...what is it?

Just hearing those three words made his whole body go cold.

Apart from the part about the unknown, the rest of this fear was something that even he himself didn't understand.

After all, he was just a ten-year-old boy.

Wang Ping thought about it, and when he spoke again, there was no coaxing or perfunctory response from an adult to a child. His thoughts were divided into two parts. One part warned him that there was no need to confess such things to a child.

The other part says: He has a right to know all this.

It is always better to be clear than to be confused, just like pretending to be confused is more popular than being really confused.

Wang Ping felt that he was really not in his right mind to tell a child such a cruel thing.

The boy, who looked even more dazed, murmured something after listening to it, as if he was asking someone else, or himself.

“Are there really gods?”

"I don't know." Wang Ping shook his head, "No one knows."

Wang Ping was the only one in the village who had received an education. Unfortunately, the old hunter who adopted him had his leg bitten off by a wolf when he was in junior high school. Even though he tried his best to protect the vital parts with his years of experience and escaped, he still died.

The moment he heard the news, he returned to the village, and at the same time he understood the meaning of the words that the old hunter always told him.

"Ping boy, go as far as you can and don't come back."

The old hunter could have survived. It was not that the broken leg was untreatable. The old doctor in the village could not cure it, but the hospital outside could. When he proposed this idea, the uncles and aunts who were usually kind to him suddenly changed their expressions. The look of hatred in their eyes made Wang Ping never forget it.

"Outside? What kind of skilled doctor can there be out there? You might have been led astray by those people!"

"The old doctor in the village said that you are lucky to be alive with such serious injuries, so it's better not to suffer too much. What do you mean by saying this at this time!?"

"If the shaman hadn't prayed in front of the statue, your father would have died long ago! As a son, not only are you not worried, you even talk about sending him away for treatment. You little ungrateful bastard!"

"You have no conscience! It's a pity that the old hunter raised you to this age!"

"I've said it before, the outside world is not a good place. Studying? What's the point of studying? You might as well work in the fields instead of wasting your time!"

The old hunter, lying unconscious on the bed, spitted all over the place and condemned his villagers, who knelt on the ground and begged them to send him to the outside hospital for treatment.

In this absurd scene, Wang Ping watched the old hunter die. At the same time, the voice in his heart that kept begging for God's protection also stopped abruptly.

Turning around, the uncles and aunts who had condemned and scolded him put on concerned faces and began to comfort him and ask him to accept his condolences.

It was also a snowy night that year, and the appearance of the boy kneeling on the ground seemed to gradually overlap with the boy in front of him. Wang Ping still remembered that his eyes had the same confusion and... fear that year.

The dense and pervasive fear tried to drill into his body and take root deeply, then use the entire body as nutrients for it to thrive, and finally turn around and devour the host.

Terrible.

"Why my sister?" The boy bit his lower lip until it turned white. "Why did you choose my sister?"

A broad, calloused hand covered the boy's ears and pressed his head against his chest. In the pitch black darkness, the voice was vague and hazy.

"Not every question gets a 'because'."

"Don't think too much. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Now, go back and have a good sleep. There will be nothing to do tomorrow. Got it?"

Snapped--

The hands covering his ears were slapped away, and the boy, who finally came back to reality, was full of anger. He was always said to be like a girl, and his heaving little chest was filled with anger.

It's so suffocating.

"She's my sister! My sister!"

The sister who would share his food with him, the sister who would protect him when he was bullied by other children, the sister who would hug him and comfort him during thunderstorms - the best sister in the world!

and so--

"How could it have nothing to do with me?"

The boy wiped his tears fiercely, his eyes turned red from being rubbed by the rough sleeves, and big tears rolled down his cheeks. His body was obviously shaking with fear, but he still gritted his teeth and uttered a word.

"I come!"

"Let me take my sister's place."

Wang Ping's pupils shrank, "Do you know what you are saying?"

Do you know what you are facing!?

The boy understood the meaning of his eyes, but, that was his elder sister... How could he just watch her and do nothing? ?

Wang Ping was speechless. He liked the boy from the Lin family and admired the girl from the Lin family.

He couldn't tell the boy to leave his sister alone, but he didn't want to watch a living life being ruined by a ridiculous sacrifice.

Wang Ping does not believe in God.

The boy he had watched grow up pleaded with him, so to speak.

"Uncle Wang, please help me."

"Please."