{Attack on Titan}I just want to live

The world revived you, but took everything from you except yourself.

I stuck the steel knife on the roof with my only right arm, used it as a pillar to support my body, and then used the steel knife to block the crutches, as the only support for my life, I wobbled to pick up my own left arm.

I understand these truths, I know that the world can only depend on me, and I also understand that I lost another friend because of my incompetence.But I walked out alone with my left arm in my mouth in pain, why, I still want to cry, why am I still crying.

I was walking on this huge street, and the giant seemed to have no interest in me, a crippled person. It turned around and walked away step by step towards my back.

I looked at the mottled corridor covered in blood in front of me. The pits and pits on the stone slabs were filled with blackened or still red blood. No one came, and the long walk meandered to the distance.The sky once again returned to the haze, the sound of the wind was chilling, the surrounding shops and buildings were deserted, and everything was terribly silent.

I supported the steel knife, the tip of the knife touched the stone slab and made a cold and distant sound, followed by the sound of heavy and chaotic footsteps.I held my white left arm in my mouth, and wept as I walked, tears falling on the road, without a trace of warmth.The physical pain became more and more severe, and the heart began to throb in waves.

In the whole street, there is only one mutilated and thin figure staggering forward, she can't stop, she can't stop, her steps can only go forward endlessly, turning back step by step, but can only move forward step by step.

Gradually drift away until it disappears.

Why do people suffer so much, why do people leave alone, why...

This world is cruel...

I never thought of dying like this. Although my whole body seemed to be about to collapse and become cold, I never chose to die.I haven't touched freedom, I haven't touched the blue sky, I haven't found a way to go home, so I can't die.Even if I lose all the power to live, all the reasons to live, I will live on.

I don't know how long I have been walking alone on this deserted street. It was not until my eyes were sore and my right hand lost the strength to hold the knife that I found a hidden corner to sit down.

I began to command my brain to stay awake in the pain, and to examine my wounds.A piece of blood and flesh was indistinct, and bones were faintly visible.The cloth on the shoulders was torn unevenly, and some longer cloth strips had already sunk into the red rolled flesh, and when they were carefully torn out, there was a heart-rending pain.

Just as I was going to recall the memory of my first restoration of my body here, and decided to try to restore my left arm again, I heard Almin's heart-piercing cry on the roof not far away.

I poked my head out and saw Almin kneeling on the roof. His right hand was stretched stiffly by the giant's mouth, his five fingers twisted, as if he wanted to hold something that was useless.I saw Almin's expression of despair and fear, his eyes were empty, his blond hair was wanton, his tears scattered into the air crazily, and he screamed hysterically.

Not far from Almin's side, I found a mutilated arm. The scratches on it and the familiar outline made my heart beat suddenly - Allen!

I felt like my eye sockets were about to split open, and my pupils suddenly shrank into a line.I heard my breathing unsteady and trembling, and my heart, which was already in a mess, suddenly became manic, and a pain of losing everything and never coming back violently hit my temple.

"Alan... Alan..." I heard my voice was very hoarse and my breathing was unsteady.

Lost again...lost friends again...

No...Aunt Bell is dead...Aunt Carula is dead...Grandpa Armin is dead...Partner is dead...Julie is dead too...

"They're all dead... they're all dead!!!" I clenched my left arm tightly in my mouth, and the sharp teeth sank deep into the flesh.I heard my breathing getting more and more frantic, and an overwhelming anger hit my reason, "It's all you...it's all you, it's all your fault!!!!"

I heard the sound of gnashing my teeth, the sound of standing up abruptly, and the sizzling sound of my steel knife.A kind of extreme, crazy, and obsessive anger is burning.

"Whoosh—" As the rope was shot out and the gas jetted out, the surrounding air began to be pulled into strips quickly, scratching my skin that was moving at high speed, "Kill you!! Kill you!!! Kill them all Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill!!!—”

"Bang!" The sound of the blade suddenly cutting into the flesh and rapidly cutting the flesh.I turned the jet of gas to the maximum, moving quickly up and down the giant's body desperately.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The roar of every knife I cut down.The silver light reflected from the blade surface rose from the giant's arms, body, legs, feet and danced wildly to the head, and a figure was killing the giant almost madly up and down.

I have only one hand, and only one knife, and I cannot kill a giant with one blow.I can only go back and forth frantically around the giant with my fastest but still unfamiliar speed, and use the last of my strength to chop the giant to pieces.

I have never been so irrational by a large or small, shallow or deep wound. This kind of injury is nothing more than a fearless struggle to vent anger. For the giant, it is just to trouble it to steam more.

I shaved off its hamstrings, picked off its tendons, scratched deeply at the back of its neck, gouged out its eyes and gouged out the bridge of its nose, and let a large stream of hot, smoking blood spray on its face.

All my sanity was burnt to ashes, and I shattered on the ground along with those dead people in my chest, watching their backs stagger.I no longer considered the consumption of gas, nor did I consider whether the cutting method would kill me. I was almost insane, and my heart was crushed by the despair and oppression that there was nowhere to escape.The pain is completely out of the question, I don't know if my body has been bitten off by giants again, and my fear and anger will explode at the same time.

Then it’s okay to struggle to the death, then it’s okay to die together.

Since I can't live, I will destroy you!Since I don't exist anymore, this world is going to die.

So, you monster,

All you need is to obediently accompany me to die.

The author has something to say: ahhhhh~ I finally broke out the heroine once~ Although only one arm can't kill a giant, but it's okay to cut it to vent your anger [PS: Even if you can cut it, you can't Hack it to death, it won't work if you hack the Giant Allen to death! 】So children, don't worry, Mia just broke out insanity once, and she won't really kill the giant that ate Allen!

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But Mia is not as powerful as the captain, so the children can rest assured that madness will pay the price!

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☆, soul travels temporarily

You made me lose everything, how can you live? !My friends are all dead, we are all dead, and Alan is dead too... Alan?Allen!

My lax and vicious gaze suddenly had a cluster of light, the gradually blurred and bloody world began to become clear, and there was a little self-recovery in my mind.

Alan doesn't seem to be dead...

Yep!Alan is not dead...he will become a giant, and then with a brand new look, he will awaken a powerful force that almost overlooks everything, and will be resurrected.

They are not dead yet, there is hope for everything.

I retracted my blunted blade and quickly descended to the roof.The strong power made me roll a few times on the roof before stopping.I hugged my head and stood up slowly after my body stopped.

When the sanity recovered, the pain came overwhelmingly.The first is the shoulder. The bleeding was already controlled by the body's strange function, but the wound split open again in a larger area during the violent slash just now, and the blood mixed with the blood that had formed black clots stopped and stopped. Flow slips out.

And the new pain came from the waist and knees. I checked roughly, and there was a tear in the waist, blood spurted out, and the right leg and knee were almost broken in half. When I barely stood up, the pain was like a huge python. Passing through the flesh and blood viscera, it opened its mouth full of fangs and directly bit the heart and tore it fiercely.

"M, Mia..." Almin's voice sounded weakly from the side, and his originally ashen expression lost its vitality when he saw me.

The giant that I had just cut full of gaps was lying on the roof at this time, its feet and hands were limp, and a large amount of white steam began to block our sight.But it was not moved. It still turned its head to me and Almin, and opened its big mouth to the maximum. The weird look, the yellow teeth inside, and the wriggling tongue made people shudder.

The giant bearded giant stretched out its almost repaired hand towards Almin and me. As the huge palm slowly approached, a large black shadow began to slowly descend from the sky.

My heart tightened.Using my body now is almost self-harm, and Almin, who has fallen into a coma, has almost zero mobility. According to common sense, the two of us will die here.

Looking at the shadow that was getting closer and closer, I felt ruthless!Self-harm, self-harm!Anyway, labor and capital can't die!

I grabbed my left arm in my mouth, hugged Armin who was kneeling beside me, then stepped out of the half-broken leg, and ran out desperately!

Severe pain began to scurry through his body, like a vitriol-stained ax swishing wantonly in his body.I bit my left arm in my mouth, my teeth bit through the already white flesh, black blood spilled out, the saliva stained the clothes on my arm, and I was sweating profusely.

At the moment when the giant palm threatened the pressure and the impact airflow "Boom!" on the roof where Armin and I were just standing, I let out the rope and the gas gushed out.Armin, who was holding her in her arms, wobbled and was sent flying by the impact!

The three-dimensional maneuver cannot bear the weight of two people for a long time, and the iron nails on the rope are overwhelmed and disconnected before reaching the other roof.Armin and I rolled down the road covered with gray stone slabs, rolled a few times as a buffer, and stopped when we hit the wall.

The giant's self-healing white smoke began to decrease, it stretched out its hand, and paused for a while.I watched its movements closely, preventing it from continuing to chase.Fortunately, it was attracted by something after pausing for a while. It poked its head forward, and then moved away slowly shaking the ground.

I breathed a sigh of relief, my whole body collapsed, my muscles were sore and heavy, I had no energy to do other things except to breathe heavily, my chest seemed to be gradually filled with turbulent sea water, the dull suffocation began to make my brain feel dizzy.

I called Almin a few times in a low voice, but his eyes were still unfocused, and he was leaning weakly beside me.

I felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe, and the scene in front of me began to turn black and blurry, and the inexplicable halos were extremely dazzling around the phantoms on the left, right, and right.I blinked my eyes hard to keep myself awake.In this situation that has completely exceeded my expectations, I desperately recalled the plot.

It seems that Armin started to be in a coma after witnessing Allen being eaten, and then was discovered by Connie and others... So how did Armin escape the clutches of the bearded giant who ate Allen?The plot seems to say that he might be regarded as a corpse or something, but I didn't go into details...

I covered my up and down dull chest and smiled wryly.

All that needs to be done now is to put Almin next to the roof just now, and wait for Connie and his party.

The scene in front of me became more and more overlapping, everything began to turn upside down, the roof and the ground merged together, and the world became grotesque.I gasped, breathing like the sound of a broken bellows when it was overloaded, painful and intermittent.

Using the steel knife to prop up my body again, my wobbly three-dimensional maneuver sent Almin to the roof.His temples were throbbing with pain, his eyes turned black and then brightened, and there was nothing but heart-pounding buzzing in his ears.I left the roof where Almin was on top-heavy, and when I was about to find a hidden place to repair this dilapidated and worn-out body, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and staggered down from the roof, my eyelids sank and I lost my intuition.

When I heard the cool sound of water dripping on the metal skin first, and then my pupils focused again, I found that I was in an almost perfect hidden corner.

This place should be an old garbage dump. In the cold alleyway between two houses, the eaves of the surrounding houses are layered and uneven, covering the gloomy sky. The exhausted cigarette butts smell of damp tobacco after being piled up and deformed. Dirty cans and unfinished fish bones are randomly placed next to an iron bucket, gradually becoming moldy and smelly.

Undried blood and blood-stained inferior props are the beginning and end of countless nightmares. All the darkness that cannot be seen will rot forever in this resentful alley in the trample and depravity of human nature, revealing the bones behind the prosperity .

No one would pay attention to such a small, real, ugly alley, where the night never ends and the light never visits.

When I woke up, I found that the blood had stopped, my body was as cold as a dead body, the pain was dull but persistent, my heart was slowly recovering, but my physical strength was exhausted, and I could barely stretch my fingers.

I sat powerlessly in this alley, listening to the hollow sound of raindrops and iron sheets in the distance, time lost its meaning here.Finally, after an unknown amount of time, I gradually tried to stand up, stepping on the rubbish or unknown bones under my feet, and went out rustling to find my arms.

After I found my arm, I returned to this damp and cold alley, and began to think about how to restore my limb.I put my arm on the broken part of my left shoulder as I did when I recovered my lower body last time, and then lay down, looking at the eaves above my head where the blue dirt crawled all over the cracks.

After a while, I seemed to hear the sound of muscle growth and the familiar pain.The pain gradually became more severe, and my thoughts gradually drifted away...

At the same time, on the roof not far away, Connie found Almin who was kneeling on the roof and almost fell into a coma; Allen roared wildly in the giant body; Looking at the distant smoke and gloomy sky, she thought of that firm face.

"Alan, as long as you are here, I can do anything."

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There is a sewer-like smell in the nasal cavity, which is almost nauseating.There is no sunshine, no cloudy sky, and no sky. Looking up, there is only a piece of land mixed with black and yellow and a few tall pillars going straight up.No one knows why the earth that should be on the ground is covered in the sky, those winds that come from nowhere are wandering in this underground area, and scattered old houses stand up weakly, decadent and prosperous.

The underground underground is what people used to call it—hell.And the people living here don't know what hell is, but they helplessly live a life like hell.Here the weak eat the strong and the strong are corrupt and corrupt, only the winners can survive, and the weak can only be trampled on the soles of their feet and shot to death.A society without the rule of law is in chaos, and corruption is rampant.

Blurred and dim lights dodged behind several arrogantly standing figures around, darkness covered all sight, and it was barren.The blood-stained child curled up, and a few pairs of poor-quality leather boots that had been wiped clean stepped on the child's head forcefully.

The child's hair was disheveled and scattered in the dirty water on the ground. The strands of hair floating in the water helplessly, like a person whose feet are tied to rocks in the deep sea, slowly drifting away in the endless darkness and dead silence. Desperate, slowly dying.

"Hey! Brat! Why the fuck don't you yell?!" The fiery-haired man held a cigarette in his mouth, looked contemptuously at the motionless boy on the ground, and suddenly kicked the child's silent head hard.

With that tyrannical force, the boy's head was thrown back, his hair broke away from the black dirty water and ran aground on the sandy ground.

"Is it something you can fucking snatch me, too?!" The man with the cigarette in his mouth continued to kick the silent boy, watching the boy remain motionless like a dead body.

"Boom—" the head was hit hard. "Where the hell was your arrogance just now?!"

"Boom——" "Get up and jump!" "Boom——" "Heh! You fucking pretend to be dead, right?!"

"Papa——" two slaps slapped the boy's silent and thin face, "I told you to play dead! Let you play dead!" "Papa—" "Fake it!" "Pa—— ""I made you really dead!" "Papa——"

I don't know why I'm in this place, or how I've suddenly seen this child abuse bastard.I remember recovering my limbs in a cramped and cold alley, and then here I am.

I angrily watched that man with a cigarette cruelly abused that child, habitually wanting to draw out a steel knife to deal with this scumbag.Only to find that the side of the leg was empty except for the dry cloth.

I don't know where my three-dimensional maneuvering went, but the fighting consciousness in my body made me rush to that man silently, and I punched him with a heavy fist mixed with anger——

No sense of physical reality.

I saw my own fist pass through the man's chest, and then appear in front of me, moving freely.And that man continued to commit atrocities with a sneer, as if he didn't see me.

I was almost speechless in amazement. After repeated trials, I found that I really couldn't touch them, and they couldn't see me.I and everything in this place are like air, untouchable.

Just as I raised my fist up in front of my eyes and checked it repeatedly, I felt a dazzling reflection around my eyes.

I instinctively closed my eyes, and then I saw the hands on the belly of the boy who had been silent on the ground, tightly holding a shiny thing.Take a closer look—a small knife with a sharp blade reflecting light.

The author has something to say: Xi-chan writes that the soul has temporarily fallen into one place!Saw a boy being beaten!Everyone should have guessed who it is...to prepare for getting close to someone later...but don't worry!Mia definitely has no emotional lines!

La la la ~ I wrote more than 6000 words today, and I finished the soul travel section~ So Mina-san saw the text a little late...but stay glued!

correct!Xi-chan is going back to her hometown tomorrow, see grandpa, and burn paper for her deceased grandma [hey...] So there may be a few days in the last few days, but there should be no problem tomorrow... But when Xi-chan comes back, it will be another Daily update~ Don't worry, this time it should be soon...

☆, the light of human beings is born in darkness

I froze.The boy remained silent under the punches and kicks of the man, and I thought he had passed out.But he was just recharging his strength in silence. He was accumulating hatred and observing the timing. He sharpened his claws and teeth in the humiliation, and then locked in the dark, attacking swiftly, biting the enemy's throat with one blow, feeling the blood spraying on the throat. Kuai Ran.

Before I could react, a knife had been inserted into the heart of that arrogant man, and bright red blood gushed out along the black and gray handle of the knife.The man fell down suddenly, his heart stopped beating, and before the insulting words were uttered, there was only cold pride and arrogance left in his eyes.

While the others were astonished, the boy jumped up from the dirty puddle like a ferocious little leopard, screaming, and madly killing those who hurt him one after another.

He rode on a man with a scar, first crippled the man's mobility, and then roared and screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh whys..." The blood stained the boy's clothes, face, and eyes full of vengeance.

When everyone was limp and cold on the ground, the boy grabbed the man's collar and yelled hysterically, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, quickly suppressed the emotion in his eyes, and threw away the cold corpse in disgust.

The sound of the wind was hoarse, and there was only dim light in this underground world, watching a killing indifferently, and then continued to illuminate this dark, twisted, and dirty everything without changing his face.

The boy looked at everything that was already silent around him, and lightly swept around the scattered corpses, then stood up slowly, wiped the knife clean and put it into his arms.He first looked around vigilantly, then paused meaningfully in my relief, and then turned his head to look at the dead body.

I looked at this boy with some horror, and watched him approach the leading man with cigarette butts as if nothing had happened, squatted down, and searched for something in the man's clothes.I looked closer curiously, his hands skillfully searched up and down in the clothes, and finally, he stopped in one place.

His hand slowly protruded, holding a long and narrow bag made of black cloth.The boy looked at the slightly bulging little black bag thoughtfully, frowned, weighed it, and said impatiently: "Tch! So small."

I was startled, and the cold sweat broke out on my back.The boy, who looked no more than ten years old, killed the man without changing his face, and then skillfully picked up the reward money obtained through the desperate struggle from the corpse.All of this, not to mention ten years old, even now I can't do it so simply and indifferently.

"Have you seen enough?" Suddenly, some childish and hoarse voice suddenly sounded towards me.I hurriedly turned my head, but no one appeared behind me, then looked at the boy who didn't talk to himself again, caught those eyes that were as fierce as a beast, and trembled a little.

He, he, he...he should not be able to see me...

"I can see you." He calmly put the black bag into his arms, the blood-stained clothes looked like a ghost.He walked towards me coldly, "You seem a little weird..."

I feel like I'm being cornered...

"So, you are not from this world."

The boy sat next to me, after listening to my statement, he pondered slightly, and then spit out a conclusion.

I leaned against the bumpy wall and rubbed the space between my brows with some annoyance, "That's right..."

I just went to the water to take a picture of myself, and I thought it was like the situation from the forest to the wall 5 years ago, changing the body and changing the world.That would be terrible, but what I see on the water is still the same, except for the absence of three-dimensional maneuvering, the rest are the same, and based on the wonderful untouchable phenomenon just now, it should be only a short-lived moment now. out of body soul...

The soul is out of the body... I still don't accept it...

Is it really hurt too badly?What happened to that body?Can't carry my soul for a while?Ah, what a big head.

"Are you a soldier?" The boy asked another question after a long silence.His gaze didn't look at me, but looked far, far ahead, where there was darkness.

"Yes." I was powerless to answer the puzzled question, looking at the top of my head in boredom, there is no sun, no sky, just a depressing land, "Why can you see me and hear my voice?"

The boy was silent, and then spit out lightly, the sound slightly dissipating into the air. "Who knows."

"I'm going to get a set of soldier uniforms," ​​the boy said calmly after he took me into his territory, "there is a batch of new goods from the military police, brought in by those stupid pigs from the chamber of commerce." He turned his head slightly, indifferently Looking at me, after finishing speaking, he stepped on the floor and left straight away without looking back.

After a long time, I realized that he asked me to steal that batch of goods...

"Where did you get the soldier's uniform?" I took the orange-coated and white-pants soldier's uniform he threw to me, and looked at this young and mature little guy who was only as tall as my waist with some novelty.

He just glanced at me indifferently, neither sad nor happy, "There are no soldier uniforms, but there are many soldiers."

I:"……"

"Hmm... I don't think I can..." I looked at the soldier uniform that fell in front of me, and looked hesitantly at the little guy sitting on a high wooden box looking down at me.

"Do you want to eat free rice if you don't work here?" The cold voice fell from a high place.

"They can't see it except you."

"Isn't that better?" The little guy raised his legs, his short black hair was slightly blown by the wind from above, and his face showed a kind of indifference and vicissitudes beyond his age.

I looked up and looked at the little guy who was worn out by this world, all the innocence he should have disappeared, looked at the world of this grown-up prematurely with empty eyes, and watched him being tortured for his life. Forced to become more vicious, watching him cover up everything with a pale face that has never changed.

What a distressed little guy.

I couldn't bear to say: "But...except that they can't see or hear, I can't touch it..."

silence.

"...what's the use of keeping you."

Although there is no way to help this little guy, but since the soul doesn't need to eat, it only needs a broken ground the size of a hut to sleep at night... This little guy still took in my soul wandering in this world.

Melon seeds are the only thing that I can touch and eat as a soul in this world.When I knew this, I was very depressed. It turned out that I came to this world to eat melon seeds!

Although I can't steal things, I still take care of the scouting and stealing information.

He asked me to investigate which site's boss was missing or where the granary management was negligent, and the result of the investigation was the target of this vicious little guy.

After my mission was completed, he went out with a hidden knife.

The thin body of this little guy who looks less than ten years old contains amazing strength. When he is fighting for territory, I sometimes eat melon seeds or simply sleep at home.

Sometimes when I get a good night's sleep, he comes back bruised.Although the body is covered with bruises, but the harvest is not cheap.

I used the superficial medical knowledge I learned during the training period to tell him how to deal with skin trauma or how to prevent wound infection.He would not listen to my words every time, and he would scald the knife under the flame until white smoke came out, and then quickly cut off a piece of carrion with the red blade, and bandaged it with sweat profusely.

Although this method of wound treatment can also prevent infection, it is undoubtedly the most painful and cruel one.When he was hotting the knife, I couldn't help but rushed over many times, trying to snatch the red knife, but I snatched it again and again, and failed again and again.

No matter how much strength I use, my hand can only pass through the flames, the knife, and the callused hand again and again, without any warmth.

"You are stupid! Use the method I just said!" I roared sullenly, watching him burn the knife up and down on the flames again, and then cut off a piece of meat without changing his face.

He didn't speak, he bandaged his wound skillfully, biting his lip when he was in pain, and the top of his head was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat.

"You don't understand." Finally, after finishing everything, he looked at the crumbling flames and answered me, his hoarse voice was full of exhaustion, "I have to get used to the pain of the knife cutting into the flesh."

The little guy was gasping for breath, as if the pain from the wound had been raging wildly in his heart and lungs, making it difficult to breathe.But from the beginning to the end, he didn't snort.

"Not everyone is like you idiot, a knife can't go in." His hoarse voice was like a flame shaken by the wind, shaking and tired but stubbornly resisting.

I looked at the resolute face of the little guy under the flames, the shadow beside the bridge of the nose was thickly covering his cheeks.The darkness behind him seemed to be all on his thin shoulders, and he carried all the pain in silence.

sigh.What I can do is to accompany this strong little guy when he is dealing with the wound, and then explain the easier and more effective methods over and over again in an attempt to alleviate his pain.

Although he never implemented it.

In the end, this little guy's territory became wider and wider, and his power became stronger and stronger. He was no longer a poor kid who could be stepped on in dirty water by a few minions.

There are more and more people working for this growing child, even though they are all for money, status and survival, they have to curry favor with this boss who is younger than their son.I floated beside the little guy, looking at those flattering smiling faces and flattering faces, I couldn't help but want to remind the little guy not to take it lightly, but looking at the little guy's indifferent eyes, I couldn't say anything.

Sometimes when I was floating on the street to buy melon seeds, I would hear the little guy's minions discussing their boss in a low voice.When I heard their humiliating tone and disgusted expression, I couldn't help pouring all the melon seeds on that group of people.Later, when I told the little guy angrily, the kid just said "I've seen too much." Then he blamed me for wasting melon seeds.

From time to time I can hear them say, "Huh! That little guy! But he's just a good fight! What's so awesome about it."

But who knows how lonely those days of living alone in the dark are, how cold the stinky puddles are in winter, how dirty the world is, and what a bloody childhood smells like.Who knows how painful it is for a ten-year-old boy to cut his wounds with a hot knife one by one, and who can adapt to the piercing pain of the knife piercing into the flesh and blood.

They only know how to be jealous of your magnificence that looks down on all living beings from above, but they don't know that you are climbing up behind the crown and are dying.They only understand the scenery of you riding the wind and rain in the daytime, but they don't know the confusion of you rolling out of the dead pile in the corner of the night.

They only see what you have, not what you have lost.

The author has something to say: I have always liked this dear little guy~ It’s still an old saying: there is no emotional line~

I'll be back tomorrow night... Tomorrow's update may or may not be ==【Bullshit...】

☆, goodbye, Thomas

I didn't ask the little guy's name until finally when I left, and he never asked mine.I feel that I am getting farther and farther away from this world, and I am about to leave and never come back.

The night before I left, I kept repeating the easier and better ways to heal the wound, and the little guy was still as silent as before.

Finally, just when I thought he was going to burn the red knife again and insist on going his own way, he suddenly took out the bandage and the potion, first cleaned the wound with a pot of water awkwardly, then applied the potion on the edge of the wound, and then circled Wearing a bandage, looking at the shocked me, his voice was as calm as ever.

He held the bandages, his eyes flickering in the light.He asked me: "So?"

I looked into his eyes and burst into tears.I sat next to his thin body full of scars, gently surrounded him, but passed through easily as usual.

I cried and wanted to hug this lonely child.

I want to warm him up and accompany him, and tell him that he is not living alone.Let him not face this cold and dark world in despair alone, let him not live in pain in the mud, gnash his teeth in the blood, and let him not face all the injuries around him with a knife in his last stand , let him not hold back his tears alone at night and lick his wound, let him not gain in despair, lose in hope