Mingtai's 26 deaths

one.Red Dragonfly

03DF74L01214 23:[-]

"Do you know what's wrong?!" Minglou's face was dark, and the cloudy look made people breathless.And the thick wooden stick that could not be shaken in his hand was even more frightening.

Mingtai's heart was overwhelmed, and he was already a little apprehensive, but he just forced himself to answer back, "I don't! I'm right!"

Minglou's eyes sank, and the wooden stick in his hand hit the boy kneeling on the cold floor straight, "Smack!"

Mingtai shrinks back, but the corners of his mouth are tightened, not begging for mercy.

Seeing this reaction, Minglou took another blow. "Is it reasonable for you to fight with others? Huh? Do you think you can do whatever you want when you grow up? Little bastard!" He loves to stand out so much at a young age, and he is afraid that he will be injured all over in this China surrounded by wolves and tigers.He beat him to make him remember better!

Mingcheng at the side saw that the big brother's stick was about to fall again, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop the right hand that didn't use much force, "Brother, forget it, Mingtai is still a child."

Mingtai still had a hot current in his heart, but upon hearing such a sentence, he raised his head and gave Mingcheng a dissatisfied look.

Mingcheng pretended not to see it, and continued: "Mingtai also drew his sword to help when the road was injustice, and no one would just watch those hooligans bully a little girl but didn't step forward to stop it. Brother, you should be relieved, our Mingtai He's also a man of integrity."

Mingtai, whose ears moved slightly, gave his brother Ah Cheng a thumbs up in his heart: Well said!

Ming Lou seemed to be still angry, and after taking a deep breath, the hand holding the stick was still trembling, "It depends on the ability to be a chivalrous man! He has no training, only relying on brute strength, what kind of heroic deeds and righteousness can he do?" ? This is not called drawing a sword to help, this is calling death! Fortunately, they are just some gangsters, if they are murderous, he is still alive now?!" He turned his head and glanced at the blue and dark red scars on Mingtai's body, He immediately withdrew his eyes as if he felt glaring, his heavy breathing beat the violently beating heart in the silent room, and bright red blood gurgled out.

Hearing this, Mingtai stood up abruptly, his bright eyes were burning with unyielding flames, "If you want to help someone and think twice, then it's not pure help, but hypocrisy! If I don't save Vivian, She doesn't know what will happen to her! If I want to come up with a perfect plan to save her, it will be too late!"

Mingcheng inserted between the two of them, his low voice implied oppression, "Okay, Mingtai, don't talk about it."

The young man clenched his fists and pursed his lips, looking at his elder brother with eyes full of anger, unwillingness, disappointment, persistence, thousands of ups and downs, but no tears.He is not wrong, why is he crying? !

Mingtai turned around, with his back straightened, as if showing his silent persistence.Then, he strode to the door, opened the door quickly and ran out without looking back, and without any hesitation.

Amidst the howling wind, the stopped elder brother shouted, "You little bastard, if you have the guts to run away, then don't come back at night!"

The boy was so angry that he almost crushed his gums.He swallowed all the pain and grievances in his stomach, and there was only one thought in his mind when he was breathing: If you don't go back, you won't go back!He is not rare!

He ran across the streets, the alleys, the post office, Xingtai Bank, Baili Chaji, uneven roads, low-rise houses, and The panting cows and horses ran past the vehicles spraying exhaust. He was sweating profusely and exhausted from running.When he finally stopped, his hair was already soaked with sweat, and the sweater on his body was wrinkled, and he didn't look the same as before.Looking at the unfamiliar buildings around him, he cursed inwardly, then wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve until beads of sweat covered his arms.

"Sir, do you want to buy a steamed bun?" A smiling old man pushed a cart and approached him.

Mingtai took a few steps back, he was always wary of strangers. "No thanks."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled, and the sound was very pitiful.Mingtai rubbed his belly in embarrassment, then shook his head slightly at the old man, "I don't bring any money, forget it."

This is the consequence of running out of the house in a hurry.But he has no regrets.

The old man didn't say much, and after a while he pushed the cart away, shouting loudly, "Corn buns! It's delicious!"

"Gululu..." The stomach responded without tears.

Mingtai sighed, thinking that the eldest sister would be back soon, and he could let the eldest sister decide for him, so he walked back step by step, while comforting his dissatisfied stomach.

From time to time on the road, some vendors were yelling the best Sydney pears, the best sweet oranges, and even those selling multigrain porridge. He strode past without squinting or listening, and squeezed his drooling mouth.

When he finally came near the house, it was late, but not yet sunset.Mingtai calculated the approximate time when the elder sister would come back, and then sat down on the grassy slope behind the house, and groaned a few times when he sat down in pain.The surface of the lake under the grassy slope is shimmering with golden light, and the slightly warm sun teases the fire-like green grass on the whole slope, and the thick colors of gold and green are flowing down from the slope, rippling into the center of the lake little by little.

Mingtai looked at the light and shadow that was still more expansive and burning colors than Monet's painting, his eyes darkened, and the unhappiness of being completely thrown away during the run climbed into his heart little by little.

He casually pulled out a dog's tail grass to play with, and after a while put the dog's tail grass in his hand into his mouth, chewed it casually, and spat it out again with a frown.

"It's unpalatable."

There seemed to be someone approaching beside him, and the sound of the leather shoes settling down made one's heart tremble, "Then, do you want the little mille-floor from West Bakery?"

The voice was a little low and vicissitudes.It's his elder brother.

Mingtai froze, turned around straight away, and remained silent without answering.

Minglou sighed, and sat down beside him, trying to reach out to touch the young man's soft hair as a gesture of comfort, but was avoided again.

Minglou paused, then withdrew his hand little by little, "If you don't eat, then I will."

The person beside him seemed to be breathing heavily, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Minglou slowly tore open the package, then took a small bite, and said in a slightly vicious tone, "Mmm~ it's delicious!"

Mingtai turned around abruptly, staring at him with eyes that could spurt fire.Why can't he eat his favorite cake after being beaten and scolded?Thinking of this, Mingtai became angry from the heart, evil to the gut, stretched out his hand and snatched the cake from Minglou's hand, then turned around quickly and stuffed it into his mouth.

What a waste to have such delicious food in your mouth!

Xu Shi's success in one fell swoop just now eased his heart a lot. After Mingtai wolfed it down, he turned around with a complacent expression, "Didn't it get into my mouth in the end?"

Minglou stroked his hair, and quickly withdrew his hand before Mingtai was about to bite him, "It was originally bought for you to eat."

Mingtai froze for a moment, then fell silent.

From time to time, red dragonflies crossed the green algae on the lake, and then flew across the water and danced on the lawn, accompanied by golden warmth, rendering vigorous vitality.

Mingtai grabbed the dog's tail grass and threw its fluff to the ground little by little.Minglou felt it was funny, and grabbed his hand, "Okay? Are you still angry?"

Seeing that the people around him still didn't speak, Minglou sighed, "I'm also worried about you. If something bad happened back then, you didn't even think about how the elder sister and us would react..."

Mingtai didn't break free from his elder brother's hand, and raised his eyes to look at him, "Just tell me if you're worried, but you can't say I did something wrong!"

Minglou fell silent, looking at the red dragonfly floating in the sky like a gossamer, and didn't speak.

Mingtai continued, "Brother, I also know that I should think more before acting. But when the plight of others is really in front of you, you won't have a moment to think about it I was like this at the time, and there was only one thought in my mind: to help her. For me, help that thinks about my own safety is not real help, but hypocrisy! Although I don’t like Bacon, I think he said One sentence is right: 'Hypocrisy is like □□, although it can be used for shopping, it devalues ​​the real value of things.'" The breeze blew across the lake and the green grass, blowing the boy's voice far and near, straight The ground blows into people's hearts, "Brother, I don't want my personality to be degraded. Helping those in need is the nature that every Chinese should have."

Minglou listened, but still didn't speak.His eyes were cloudy, and seemed to be in the shadows even when the sun was shining.After a long time, he smiled, lightly, until his heart was ashamed and sank down again.He patted Mingtai's head, "Ah Cheng said you are still a child, but I think you have grown up."

Hearing this, Mingtai became proud again, raised his head, "That's it!~"

I don't know why, Mingming's elder brother didn't apologize, and he didn't say anything, but the anger in his heart was completely gone, as if it had been warmed by the sun and evaporated.

What he wanted was never approval, but concession, comfort, and understanding.After all, he has always been very clear that he and his elder brother are different in age, status, experience, and responsibilities. Those gaps in the world have never been so easy to bridge.

Mingtai was thinking, lying on the grass slope with his legs crossed, looking at the blue sky, he yawned.This smoked wind and warm sun smoothed every corner of my heart, drove away all the complicated thoughts, and made people want to sleep so comfortably.Seeing this, Minglou smiled, "Sleepy?"

Mingtai closed his eyes half-closed and nodded, his voice became softer, "Mmm..."

"Go back to sleep when you're tired."

Mingtai rolled his eyes, "Didn't Chief Ming tell me not to go back at night?"

"You don't have a conscience, you know how to fight against your elder brother."

Mingtai didn't speak, and vaguely felt that his hands supported the back of his head, and then placed it under his head instead of the prickly grass.

Hmm... maybe this big brother isn't all that bad?

He turned over, didn't think about it any more, let the sun pass as a thin quilt, his arms as a soft pillow, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

When Mingtai woke up, it was almost late, and the thick red and yellow light reflected the lake surface into a clear and rippling palette, and even the emerald green grass slopes were stained with light warm colors. Accompanied by the sunset and the breeze, suddenly Heart-pounding.The sycamore forest not far away made low rustling noises, and the flying yellow leaves were lingering, but they were still blown down to the lake, and then blown away again, walking into the distance with the sparkling waves.

"Are you awake?" Even the voices of the people beside him seemed to have some warmth.I don't know if it's true, or... The viewer feels emotional when he sees the scene.

Mingtai let out a "hmm", then raised his eyebrows and looked at Minglou, "You won't keep sleeping with me, will you?"

Minglou's eyes were neither smiling nor malicious, just like the lake that was heavily colored by the sunset, stagnant, deep and soft.Mingtai stared blankly, then turned his head.

Minglou rubbed his sour and numbed left hand, "When you fell asleep, I caught you a gift." The voice was also much more relaxed than the usual rigid and serious, as if it was muddy and wet. The green grass is fragrant, and there is a warm twilight breeze.

"What?" The boy with his legs crossed was carefree, squinting his eyes contentedly.

Ming Lou stretched out his right hand in front of him, and then released it little by little.

In the radiance of the sunset, in the rolling clouds of the sky, in the soft ripples in the center of the lake, in the breathless moment when the breeze passed by, Mingtai opened his eyes wide, looking at the generous palm in front of him, a The clear red dragonfly flapped its wings, circled and flew up, dancing beside the two of them.

I don't know if it's because of the scenery at sunset or because of the red dragonfly, Mingtai's heart beats fast.He raised his head, looked at his elder brother, looked at the boy's eyebrows and eyes when he looked at the red dragonfly, his heart was hit hard, and then quickly reorganized.

In sight, the red dragonfly hovered for a while, then flew away slowly with the breeze, fading away, as if it had never appeared before.But both of them knew that this dragonfly had really existed and appeared.

Because of all this, both of them remember.Just like this colorful sunset scenery, they will always remember it.

Minglou lowered his head, and said in a low and gentle voice, "This red dragonfly is for you."

"Fei is flying away, what's the use of sending me?" Mingtai habitually retorted, while muttering, "Looking at how old you are, I never thought you would do something like a kid."

However, he was so happy to receive such a shabby and dishonest gift.

I am so happy, I am afraid that I will never forget it in this life.

Minglou didn't hear clearly, so he just took Mingtai's hand, "Okay, it's time to eat. Let's go back?"

The sun had really set, and the extremely gorgeous rays of light shone on the man in front of him who looked like a father and brother, making it difficult for people to see clearly and move their eyes away.Mingtai's throat tightened, and he hummed in a low voice.

Halfway through the walk, he seemed to have thought of something, his expression changed, and he hurriedly urged, "Brother, you go back first! I'll wait!"

"What's the matter?" Minglou looked at the boy hesitantly, afraid that this little brat was up to something.

"It's alright, alright, let's go first, I'll give you a surprise tonight." Mingtai urged impatiently with his hands, pushing his eldest brother forward.

Ming Lou felt a little helpless, "Then don't be too late, or Eldest Sister will have to talk about it later."

"Got it!" Mingtai ran towards the grassy slope, leaving only a cheerful and eager back for the man.Youthful and full of vitality.Minglou looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked straight home.

When Mingtai ran to the lawn, his face was sweating slightly, but he couldn't hide his smile.Young people are simple-minded, and they can do whatever comes to mind, regardless of whether it is the sky or the earth, mountains or seas in front of them.

Mingtai pounced on the nearest red dragonfly, but unexpectedly missed it.With a glance, he quickly rushed to the other side, but failed again.

For half an hour, he has been catching the red dragonfly.Mingming's stomach, which is extremely hungry, is still growling, and the stick marks on his body, and the scars from the fight are all aching, but he can't feel all of this anymore.

He just wanted to catch a red dragonfly and go back.Show it to big brother.

After carefully putting a dragonfly into the closed pocket, someone seemed to be slowly approaching behind him, and the rustling footsteps on the grass were clearly captured by Mingtai.

"Brother? Why are you back!" He turned around half complaining and half happily, thinking that he would show off the dragonfly he caught to his elder brother later.But he didn't expect that under the twilight, what met him was a bullet.

The world couldn't stop spinning in front of him, Mingtai opened his eyes to resist the pain from his chest, but he couldn't stop the loss of consciousness.

His body lost his strength, and he couldn't hold on any longer and fell down on the grass slope vigorously. The sharp pain on the back of his head was vividly similar to that time, but no one would use his arm as a pillow for him anymore.

On the dark sky, there are layers of smeared red clouds, no longer dazzling and gorgeous, but a little lifeless, like blood.Mingtai opened his eyes, closed them again, opened them again, closed them again, back and forth, until finally, he couldn't open them any more.

In a trance, I seem to see red dragonflies flying around. The buzzing vibration is accompanied by the breeze, blowing across the chest, causing bursts of warmth and softness.And the red dragonfly that the elder brother let go, seemed to fly back through time again, and landed on his bleeding chest, like a bloody flower standing in front of the grave.

Brother, look... I still found the dragonfly you gave me...

It's a pity that I can't catch it back... I watched it with you...

03DF74L01217:46明台No.12次死亡。