Hunter fan, weak bug

Some people say that the vitality of bugs is very tenacious, maybe because they are usually weak when they are equal to them, they don’t want to bow their heads when they are cruelly treated by fate when they are born, even if they don’t have no parents, even if they don’t have childhood, even if they don’t have companions With laughter and laughter, I just want to live for one more second and take a look at this beautiful world.

I was born on a dump.A dirty child got out of an instant noodle box that was emptied one day, or it might be a twisted soda can or a bento box.Anyway, this kid is me, living with a group of homeless people who are equally dirty or even more dirty than me, and I have heard these bizarre birth experiences from them.

Until one time, a down-and-out painter joined here. He told me that everyone is born by a woman called "Mom", and I was just abandoned by my family, but he was abandoned by my family. Art abandoned.

At dusk, pedestrians on the street in twos and threes hurried on the cement road outside the garbage dump. Some well-dressed people glanced at this side with disgust and walked quickly, and some slightly decadent people said disgustedly to this side. something, and squeezed his nose.

I sat in a discarded car tire, my whole body sunk in, raised my head and looked back at the painter, and asked, "Family? What is that?"

The painter sat cross-legged behind me as if he was preoccupied, and kept looking outside with cloudy eyes, tirelessly, "Meteor Street is a place that covers an area comparable to that of a country."

"Hey!"

I waved my hands in front of his eyes angrily, "Where is Meteor Street?"

The painter suddenly fell back relaxed, and his tone seemed to have a hint of relaxed heartiness, "It's a place in my dream."

"What you just said gave me a lot of inspiration, Arigado."

I ignored him, because the sky was completely dark, and soon I could see the stars all over the sky. This is the thing I like to do most since I can remember-looking at the stars.

Although they are exactly the same every day, but never get tired of seeing them, they are so bright and dazzling.You can't see them in the concrete city full of tall buildings.

I remember once, the painter asked us poor souls who lived here for a long time a weird question, "What do you want?"

Someone said: "Money."

Someone said: "Women."

It was also said: "Fame, status, power."

"Freedom." I replied without hesitation.

Everyone laughed at me as an "idiot" and roared with laughter, as if I had told a very ridiculous joke...

I left there amidst their harsh laughter, hid in an empty shell of an old car, huddled up alone, tears flowed out uncontrollably, I rubbed hard a few times, but became more It hurts, finally, all I can do is cry like a fool...

"I know you won't disappoint me, and I like your answers."

The painter got in while saying some self-righteous words, and after I struggled a few times, he held me in his arms, rubbed my hair and said: "You are different from those people outside, they don't understand you, but I I understand, unlike them, what you pursue is true freedom from soul to heart."

I cried and said, "Well...it's like this...well! It's like this!..."

I buried my dirty face in his torn shirt and wept uncontrollably...

"Can I ask you another question?"

"Yeah." The painter was held tightly by me. I don't know why, but I always feel that if I let go, he will leave.

"What kind of person do you think can bring you such freedom?"

"Stronger than anyone else, smarter and wiser, fearless, make people surrender and follow, and he will get what he wants by whatever means..."

At night, the painter held me in his arms like a kitten... I am short, thin and small like a child, and I am in ridiculous contrast with his broad arms...

While I was in a drowsy sleep, the painter seemed to ask me what my name was.

"Hmm... are you still asleep..." I closed my eyes and whispered in a daze.

"I can't sleep, I'm thinking about what the person you said who can set you free looks like."

"Slightly gentle, very polite person..."

"That's it, it's not bad that there is a great contrast between the surface and the heart~"

"It has the same face as the countless passers-by I face every day. Even if there are people like that, they will always be people in two worlds with me..."

I opened my eyes, and tears flowed out again, "It can bring me freedom, and it can take me away from this piece of garbage. How could there be such a person? These garbage are stuck together like glue. On my body, from the moment I was born until now, they have been so sticky that I can’t even peel them off...it’s so firm...unless the skin is torn off..."

"I found that you are very beautiful, very suitable for being a manga character," the artist suddenly stopped wiping my tears, and said inexplicably, "Your facial features are very beautiful, a bit like a girl..."

"what?!"

"This frown look is great!"

I turned around and didn't want to talk to him, but he forced me to turn my face back in the next second, it hurt so much, hey!

"Let go! It hurts!"

"Wait a little longer...! It'll be ready soon! I'm afraid I'll forget the inspiration this expression gave me, please bear with me a little longer!"

"Who cares about you! Let go! Well...it hurts!"

His neck was about to be broken by him. How could he have such a lot of strength when he looked like a tramp?

Suddenly, the artist pressed his whole body on me, covered my mouth and said a lot of inexplicable words: "Your name is Fei Tan, and your weapon is a long sword that can be drawn from the handle of an umbrella. You like to wear black robes. Your group leader is a man with a gentle and elegant appearance, who has a great ambition, and I haven't figured out the purpose yet."

Almost out of breath!I pushed him away anxiously, and finally, he let go of his hand and lay aside, and I took a big breath of fresh air.

This man is crazy!Otherwise, it is a neuropathy!

"By the way, let me tell you the difference between these reading systems. Which one do you want?"

"Neither one!"

"Eh?! Don't want to learn to read? Then how do you fight the enemy? Which one are you more interested in?"

I couldn't stand this lunatic anymore. I got out of the car and ran to a corner far away from there. The painter was still shouting: "Hey, Feitan, don't be so self-willed! Or let you choose two? Feitan!  … "

Finally someone couldn't help it anymore and shouted: "Be quiet! Talking in your sleep is so noisy, it's so annoying!"

In the middle of the night, I got up in a daze to go to the toilet, and then got into the car habitually, and suddenly remembered that the lunatic was still here!I opened my eyes immediately, but...no one was there...

When I woke up the next morning, I was still alone in the car.

After that, I didn't see the painter again for a long time. Sometimes, some homeless people living together would occasionally mention him in the chat. In comic books, he turned out to be the author of a serial comic called "HUNTERxHUNTER".So everyone scrambled to read that manga. Some people asked me if I wanted to read it together. To be honest, I was not interested at all.

"I remember you two used to have a good relationship, now that he's gone, don't you miss him?"

I curled up in a car tire, with a stray cat in my arms, and said, "No, I knew from the very beginning that he and we are not in the same world. The way he looked at me was the same as those outside. same as people."

"In this comic, there is a boy named Feitan who looks very similar to you. I guess this person came here to pretend to be a homeless man to find inspiration. It's really too much~"

The soft fur of the cat was pressed against my cheeks, and the comfortable touch made me squint my eyes very comfortably. This state of extreme relaxation and ecstasy reminded me of the person who made me care when I was lying under the night sky and looking at the stars. , it needs to be this powerful...

The man suddenly pinched my chin, raised it slightly, and said, "It's a pity that you don't become a woman."

After finishing speaking, one hand reached into the wheel and wrapped around my waist. In the hazy consciousness, it seemed that his arm lifted my body from behind, and he bent down and gasped in my ear .

The cat was thrown aside by him and let out a dissatisfied "meow".

I woke up instantly, pushed him away, frowned in disgust and looked at that ugly face, "What are you doing!"

"Just for fun, so what do you mind~"

I gave him a disgusted look, but he laughed instead.

I quickly got up and left there with the cat in my arms.

I moved away from my original location when I went to bed at night, but luckily that person didn't bother me any more.

Lying on the grass, surrounded by endless darkness, as for the peculiar smell here, I have long been used to it.What the people outside eat, what kind of life they live, what kind of education they receive, and what they even believe in, these are all things I don’t know. This place and the outside are clearly in the same world, but there is a world of difference .

It can be said that compared with the night star in the sky, everyone here is inferior to it.Some people say that after death, people will turn into shooting stars. The Meteor Street mentioned by the artist is probably also a country where the dead gather like this?Haha, that would be an interesting place.

The cat ran away.On a drizzling morning, I ran away with a white cat with spots on its body.

I'm not very sad, and I don't really care whether it leaves or not, whether it's here or not, it's all the same to me.

I don't know why these artists like to come to the garbage dump to find inspiration. Not long after that, a writer joined here. Unlike the painter, although his eyes are equally muddy and confused, there is still a hint of weakness , at a loss.

He killed himself, right here in this dump, right in front of my eyes.I watched him cut his own wrist, weeping loudly in pain and despair, but he allowed the blood to drain rapidly from his body, and finally fell pale in a pool of blood.

At this moment, he came back, and ran over with his suit straight and hugged me, patting my back and whispering: "Hey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay..."

I looked up at him and said, "I'm not afraid, I won't kill myself, I'll live, always live."

He looked down at me, frowned deeply, and didn't say a word. From the reflection in his eyes, I saw my own frighteningly indifferent expression...

I lowered my head, turned my face and snuggled into his arms, he hugged me tighter, I don't know if he said to me or himself: "Hey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

"Does anyone like the character of Feitan?" I sat in the luxuriously decorated coffee shop, turned my head and looked out the window and asked.

"Well, he is very popular, and some people say he is a very beautiful child."

"Well, that's good." I took a sip of the juice, it tasted very sweet, but that's all.Any more would make me want to cry again...

"I'm sorry...I'll call the editor now to remove this character if I'm annoying you..."

"It doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with me anyway. It belongs to the world here."

I took another sip from the cup, trying to hold back my tears, but it still fell out.

This juice is really sweet, so sweet that I don't want to let it go, so I hold it tightly.

"Fei Tan..." I looked down at a tear dripping into the juice, "Have you ever drank something so sweet?"

"Are you going to play a game console?" The painter suddenly asked me.

"What is a game console?"

"I'll teach you how to play."

He got up from the seat and dragged me to the door, a waiter stopped us, "Sir, sorry..."

Before the waiter finished speaking, the artist took out a stack of money from his pocket, "I bought it."

Then dragged me out of here who was stupidly holding the cup and refused to let go.

He dragged me all the way to a very noisy street. People on the street were dressed in colorful clothes, and there was deep malice in every pair of eyes.Faced with such eyes, I was suddenly terrified. They laughed and talked about me like they were staring at monkeys in a zoo. I was dragged by him to a big dazzling sign. The door was dark, but he Trying to drag me in, I struggled to get away from him and fled there, running and running, they laughed in my ear, and laughed.

I crossed a few main roads with cars coming and going, until I fled to a dead end, squatting in a corner, holding a ridiculously sweet juice cup in my arms.

He blocked the exit out of breath, and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...it's my fault...I didn't expect to cause you such a big trouble, my intention was not like this, I just want to make you happy Some..."

He walked towards me slowly, but I felt scared for no reason. I stood up against the wall and begged him, "Don't come... Please go away..."

But he apologized and slowly approached me, I wanted to escape from him but his thick arm blocked the way, "Fetan... I'm sorry... Please forgive me, please?"

I hugged the cup tightly, crying helplessly, "I'm not Feitan...I'm not him... Please go away, please..."

"Okay, you're not Feitan, you're not Feitan, I won't touch you, I just want you to listen to me, is that okay?"

I turned my body sideways, turned my head and looked at him with tears in my eyes, then lowered my head and said, "Mmm..." looking for a chance to escape.

"First of all, I want to apologize for what happened just now, I'm really sorry, and I shouldn't have violated your portrait rights without your consent, but in fact, whether it's Meteor Street or Phantom Troupe, they don't exist Yes, I did make the setting of the characters in the story a little bit extreme, but you have to know that you are a real person, a different existence from them, and there is no need for you to make yourself as cold-blooded as they are like Feitan Ruthless, are you right?"

I raised my head and glanced at him, said "um", and tried to gently push his arm away, it's now!

I pushed him away and ran as hard as I could toward the exit, turned, crossed a main road, turned into an alley, hid behind some men, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh He found me hiding here."

"Ok~" One of the men pushed me into a black car parked by the side of the road.

The painter chased me into the alley, I quickly lowered my head and lay down on the seat, a man put my hands behind my back, another man took out a bundle of tape from under the seat and sealed my mouth, I wanted to struggle but But it's too late...

"Mmm! Mmm!..."

His hands were completely useless, the rope was tied so tightly that he couldn't move at all, his shoulders were sore and painful, but he could only twist his waist and hip bones a few times like a bug, and his wrists and ankles were excruciatingly painful.

"The appearance is delicate, but can you guarantee that you are a young child? It is hard to guarantee that the child in the garbage dump will not be caught by that experience a few times hahaha..."

"He has grown up in the garbage dump since he was born. I have lived with him for so long, will I not know? You don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"

The man who spoke was the one who almost did that kind of thing to me that day. Listening to their conversation, it seems that I have become a "trade item" in their mouths. It seems that the current situation has even abandoned myself. ..hehe...that's ridiculous...

"Hey, why is he not moving? Go and see if he is dead!"

I will not die, I will not die, no matter how painful and desperate I will not choose to die.

The man hit me hard, and I cried out reflexively.

"Damn it, be gentle! If you break it, you won't be able to sell it for a good price!"

Is it for selling money... It turns out that it is because of "money" that people who are in a different world from them are treated like this...

"I think it's better to give him an injection first to be on the safe side, lest he escape in the middle of the night while we are asleep."

"Escape? Where are you going? The money went into our pockets at dawn, and he was picked up in a car long ago. I don't know where he was taken."

"Let's get an injection."

"You're a bitch, you're timid, that's fine, just take an injection to loosen your muscles and bones~"

"Well!"

I don’t know what’s in the needle tube, it made my pajamas thicker and thicker as soon as I stuck it in my body...

I seem to hear them yelling anxiously... "The idiot has hit too much! Get out! What if I turn into a vegetable!"

I felt like I had a long, long dream. This dream was so long that when I woke up, I still seemed to be in a dream...

The car staggered and drove rapidly on the wilderness road, feeling dizzy, I leaned on the back of the chair and opened my eyes slightly.

Outside the car window is a desolate wild ridge, no pedestrians, no villages, and no passing vehicles, only the sun and white clouds, a straight road and vast grass on both sides.

From the car mirror, I saw a very handsome man, his black pupils shone with a sap of wisdom, like the night and the stars reflecting each other.

"Are you awake?" He suddenly looked into the car mirror and said.

I hurriedly looked away, but I immediately looked back a little unconvinced, and he looked at the car mirror and laughed.

I remembered the conversation of those men last night, he was probably the one who bought me away.

"My name is Fei Tan, don't give me another name!"

He looked in the car mirror and gradually put away his smiling face...

The end of the first chapter of the real world of teenagers