Horseshoe flower

In the chaotic era, killings continued and wars raged.

The eyes are all red, the burning flames, and the red color rendered by blood, between the sky and the earth, there is only so much content left.

In this ridiculous world, there are, in fact, more worthwhile things than priceless treasures and city beauties.

But no one knew that they were crying beside countless corpses, curled up under the ruined walls, and were trampled by the iron hooves of horses...

child

After all, the world is only in the hands of a very small number of people, and the rest are of little significance.

Like, the current child, the child of the untouchable who was lucky enough to be forgotten in the pigsty, he was not as attractive as a fat pig, so he was able to pass out under the stone trough, and his life was saved.

It was a very thin child with a pale face and thin, dry and yellow hair. He was only three or four years old. He was wrapped in horse straw clothes, covered with pig manure, and huddled in the gap under the narrow stone trough.

Time was passing by quickly, and the red color spread to the distant horizon, leaving behind a half round of orange setting sun to appease the country.

The child woke up in a daze, but he couldn't think. He didn't know if the danger was still there, and he didn't know what to do in the future.He could only hide under the stone trough, ignorantly silent.

What's going on outside?

He could only see black dung through a gap in front of him.

black future

It doesn't matter, anyway, I don't have parents, no one calls me home for dinner.

I can stay alone in this safe dark place for a long time, until the pig feeder comes to chase me.

…………

Why hasn't anyone come to drive me away? ...I'll wait for him...

I want to move……

sleep a little longer...

When you fall asleep, you have everything...

so dark...cold...

time is still passing

"Hey, what's wrong with you..."

"Hey, wake up..."

Someone was calling him in the darkness, it was not fierce at all, it sounded very comfortable and warm, I really wanted to drown in this voice...

"Come here! There is a child here! Help him!" the man called out, and a group of people rushed towards him in an instant, carrying warm lanterns, shining on him under the dark sky.

It's really warm and comfortable... I'm already very satisfied, so let me be with this voice and these lanterns...

The author has something to say:

It's all abuse, but it's also sweet, so don't scold me. . . . .They said it was cruel. . .

Don't scold!I try to make you cry!