Red dust kills beauty

[-]. Little dumb ①

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and thin, with a sallow complexion, and his hairstyle seemed to be gathered together and pushed by a clipper. Like Shen Heping, he was shaved very short.

He wore a tracking collar around his neck, and he was wearing a white loose singlet with the same style of trousers underneath—like a hospital gown, without any protection from the cold, the purpose was only to cover up his shame and make it easy to take off.

It's not the first time I've seen someone in this white dress.

Every Wednesday, Friday, and weekend, a small group of guards in white clothes will be brought out of the ground by armed guards. They will do farm work on this farm surrounded by high-voltage power grids.Mowing, harvesting, fertilizing, loosening the soil, etc.

At first I thought they were inmates, and doing farm work was their punishment.But I later found out that doing farm work seems to be a great reward for these people.

The white clothes hidden in the ground seem to be much more unusual. At least I have been staring here for so long, and I haven't seen the familiar faces I saw for the first time. It can be seen that they are in rotation.

But once in a while, I would see some "acquaintances", all of them were physically stronger, and they obviously filled other people's places, and the guards turned a blind eye to this behavior.

I thought it was very interesting, and after another observation, I found that the situation of these white clothes was worse than I thought.

If March [-] is the time to let the air go, Monday is the time to throw out "kitchen waste".At that time, the guards would drag body bags one by one out of the ground and throw them into the cold storage at the back of the farm.It will be taken away by truck on Tuesday, don't know what to do with it.

I noticed on Thursday that truck after truck was bringing in supplies, and one of the big ones was canned meat for the white clothes—no label, no production date, homemade.

I stole one out of curiosity, and knocked it over with a sickening sense of foreboding as soon as I opened it and saw the red meat inside.

I don't want to know what they are made of.

The group of white clothes are some kind of consumables, some experimental materials, and they are regularly asked to come to the ground to do farm work. It is not a punishment, but a reason similar to - chickens must be free-range to eat.

Even if the war lasted for nearly a hundred years, I have long understood the fact that "human beings are omnipotent in harming the same kind", but I will still be shocked by them breaking my lower limit again and again.

But I don't feel much about what happened to them. This is an institute built by the Wu family. I just want to use it to laugh at Wu Qi and blackmail a can of candy.

But—but this boy was different.

I sat on the tree and stared at him, carefully feeling the continuous pain in my chest since he appeared.

Is this heartache?But why.

I'm pretty sure Xu Ping'an let me bring in someone close to me, but when I see him, I just feel—well, kindness.

Although he calls me sister, I feel like a mother.

So it is also a meal replacement, why do I feel heartache when I see this boy?

Pain for a while is fun, but constant pain is torture.

I hate torture.

So I took a deep look at him, turned around and flew away.

Afterwards, after we were already traveling together, when he mentioned the past once, he suddenly smiled and signed to me.

"I always thought there was a bird hiding in the woods, watching me secretly."

I thought about it, and then asked, "Did you take my exposed skirt as a feather?"

He nodded and typed the sign language very quickly, probably because the words he wanted to express were too complicated for me to understand, so he finally chose handwriting helplessly.

His handwriting is not at all like that of an orphan who has fallen into such a situation. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, as if he was held in his father's arms when he was young, and he carved it stroke by stroke.

I imagined that scene, and I didn't notice a smile.

"Sometimes I can see a touch of white, sometimes blue, and light yellow and pink. At that time, I thought to myself, this bird not only changes color, but also loves beauty."

He showed me the note, and then took out a dark green silk scarf from his pocket, which was my favorite color at the time.

He moved his hand, as if he wanted to tie it on me, but he didn't move, his eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and then his whole body turned red.In the end, he just hurriedly wrote a few trembling words with his reddened fingers.

"Here you are, love is beautiful."

But right now I don't know how long I'm going to be entangled with this boy, I just want to escape.

Ever since I lost my memory, my whole body has been in a dream-like erratic state. The world is a huge maze.I know it's true, but I... I just have a hard time doing it.

Can you feel your own soul?I can.

I feel that my soul is floating, it is bound by my body, but the connection is already very weak, just like a spider's silk, as long as it is a little bit loose, it can be torn off.

And at the end of consciousness, there is a voice calling me all the time, let me go over, let me break free from my body.

Occasionally, I would look towards the end of the abyss, with great interest, wondering what is there, should I just go there.

But every time I want to abandon my body and run to that place, the face of Shen Heping always appears in my mind.

I know that being disconnected from the physical body means death, and I don't care because it's fun, but I probably still have people I can't let go of.

Not Shen Heping, but the shadow of the past that I saw through that young man.

I thought, let's wait.It's boring right now, but maybe I'll meet something interesting if I wait a little longer.

But this is interesting, and it does not include this-the world in my eyes is illusory, dreamlike and absurd.But it doesn't matter, since it is like a dream to me, then I don't have to report any real feelings, which is fine.

But the boy in white clothes tore a hole in my world, which made me realize the sense of down-to-earth reality.

The reality is painful—very, very painful.I'm shaking with pain, I'm mad with emptiness, I want to cry, I want to scratch my skin until the nails snap off, I want to cut open my chest and take out my heart, I want to check what names are engraved on it, I want to know ——What did I lose.

I don't want to go back to reality.

So I ran away in embarrassment.

I probably had nothing to do for a week.

When the second Thursday came, I thought about the stacks of canned meat with unknown ingredients, and finally couldn't help it, and hid in the woods next to the farm again.

How can I keep him from eating weird things?

I looked at the hunched boy who was mowing the grass, thought and thought, and ran away again.

I went straight to the camp where Shen Heping was stationed and said I had something to do with his squad leader.Shen Heping was carrying a rice bowl and was preparing to cook. He had probably just finished training and was covered in sweat.I was a little disgusted, and wiped the sweat off his face with my sleeve.The comrades around him laughed again, and Shen Heping's face flushed red.

He waited for me to finish wiping like a pillar, and then he stuttered and called "Sister" with his blood-red head, and then ran to call him the monitor.

The squad leader was still the same, looking fierce at first glance, and frowned as soon as he saw me, like a wrinkled caterpillar, lowered his voice (still very loudly) and asked: "What are you doing here!"

I covered my ears and said quietly: "Squad leader, do you know that a bird fell down just now?"

"Who is your squad leader! - what bird?" He looked up subconsciously.

I tilted my head: "Because I was crushed by your voice, I fell from the sky."

he:"……"

Ah, the monitor seems to be angry.I froze for a while, until I was awakened by his roar again.

"Huh? I just said my purpose."

He frowned at me.

I pointed to the sky: "I want a little bird."

It is not difficult to imagine how much war has ruined people's livelihood. The war has been raging until now, and the weapons have changed from the high-precision missile particle wave hedging at the beginning to the current rifles and guns—not that they are unskilled, but that they are too expensive. resources.The battlefield has changed from armament confrontation to hiring ability users to control the situation of the battle, which is also a last resort.

The little bird I'm talking about is a kind of transport bird specially bred in their camp.Because there are many warlords now, and most of the railways and roads between various places have been destroyed, this kind of transport bird has become a must for short-distance urgent mail.

"I know your class is dedicated to raising this, otherwise you wouldn't just do street patrol work." I said seriously, "I just need an old bird, and I can give you the whole sugar bowl."

He laughed angrily: "Are you bribing me?"

But this is just mutual aid with love.

The squad leader was very stubborn, and refused to agree no matter what. In the end, I had no choice but to lift Wu Qi out to suppress him, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and give me a bird with a broken left wing.

The transport bird was first developed by a person with the ability to manipulate birds. After decades of research, this artificially bred bird species has become relatively stable.It's just that it violates the nature of biological evolution. Their lifespan is very short, they are also much more fragile, and they often produce deformed children.

The old bird is not yet two years old, but has entered his twilight years.It is about the size of a vulture, about six meters long after spreading its wings, with gray fur and a wide back, which is convenient for carrying things.It's just that one wing is drooping now. It is said that it was hit by a stray bullet and shattered the bone. After the injury is healed, it can't fly.

It had a thick white cloud over its eyelids that no other bird had, and I guessed it was dying.

I held this old bird in my arms, and it nestled obediently in my chest, allowing me to take it home.It was strange, I could feel the powerful beating of that little heart, and its trembling with restlessness.

I kissed its head, and pinched its injured wing: "Don't be afraid, my dear, just bear with it and it will pass." Then, I crushed its left wing again, and it was so terrified that it hurt like crazy. Flying away, but unable to fly, I could only scream in mournful pain, trying to hide but didn't know where to hide, and finally plunged into my arms again, shrinking my neck.

So pitiful.

I kissed the bird again: "You'll be fine soon." Then I activated my ability.

I seem to be able to easily destroy a lot of things and fix them, which is what I did when I cut off my breast.But this is the first time it is used on other living creatures, so I don't know if it will work.

Happily, it worked, I saw its wings gradually grow, then it stretched out like the right side, flapped hard a few times, and then flew up, seeming to escape through the window.

"That's great!" I pretended not to notice its struggle and fear, easily pulled it out of the air, hugged it back into my arms, rubbed my face, and then kissed it hard, "Let me give you a name , can I call you Xiaohui?"

Xiao Hui covered my pressed lips with her wings, and let out a cry of hopelessness.

From that day on, Xiao Hui became my messenger to send things to that boy.

I never dared to look for him—it was really painful—after training Xiao Hui to recognize the way and the boy, I hid further, and went deep into the woods every time to make sure the boy saw him. Not to me.

At first I only dared to give the boy some fruit.I didn't know what he lacked, and I was afraid that being too blatant would cause him trouble, so I gave him some wild fruits or something.

The dazed expression on his head when he was hit on the head by the wild apple thrown by Xiaohui for the first time, I can probably laugh for a year.

But Xiao Hui was taught a lesson by me when he came back, I gave it a violent chestnut, and threatened that if it made trouble again, it would eat the canned food from the farm.It screamed in fright.

Later, I sent a lot of things to the boy, most of which were wild fruits that the guards turned their eyes to. Occasionally, I got some rare goods such as mangoes and bananas. At this time, the boy would show a surprised expression and hide secretly. Eat with Xiaohui.

Sometimes I saw him stroking Xiaohui's fur, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word, just patted its head with worry in his eyes, and watched him fly away.

Once I couldn't help it, and sent him a small jar of homemade meat floss.This thing is easy to hide and easy to put away, he can eat it for a long time - the more I look at him, the more painful I feel, but the less I want him to eat those messy things.

After receiving it, he looked around in surprise, and almost met my eyes.I was startled, and hurriedly hid in the depths of the bushes, but felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly tugged at the hem of the skirt to hide the overly bright colors.

He ran for two steps with the meat floss jar in his arms, as if he was looking for who I was, and then opened his mouth, as if calling, but I didn't hear the sound.

"..." I stopped hiding and carefully looked around.

Sure, he did open his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

I don't know what this thing hit me. For a moment, I was surprised and uncomfortable, and I couldn't tell the intention of hiding anymore.

I slid down from the tree in a flash, slid against the power grid to avoid the monitoring, trotted into the farm, and stood in front of him cautiously.

He took a step back and looked at me in surprise.

"..." I shrank my toes from stepping on the grass. I kicked off my shoes just now in order to be silent, and now I am barefoot.

Is this feeling "uncomfortable"?He withdrew his gaze from my bare feet and looked at me. I pinched the hem of the gray-pink skirt, feeling even more uncomfortable.

But when my eyes meet, my heart doesn't hurt anymore.A feeling of drunkenness hit me.

"You know what, it was love at first sight." ①

I seem to hear a laughing voice.

Is that so.

"..."

"..."

I took the initiative to take two steps and stood in front of him.But I was so flustered that I didn't know what to say.He also looked panicked, his arms tightened to hold Xiao Hui in his arms, poor Xiao Hui, it looked like he was about to strangle him to death.

I felt better, cleared my throat, and asked curiously, "Why don't you talk?"

He lowered his thick black eyelashes, pointed to his throat at me, and shook his head.

Oh, he's a little mute.

Next chapter: Little Dumb ②

He was covered in blood, and I held his face, tears streaming down: "Look at me. Please open your eyes and look at me."

?April [-]st

①: See volume [-] of a beta friend of mine ①.

Canned meat pays tribute to "Cloud Atlas". I understand everything I know, and don't look it up if I don't understand. I was shocked for a whole year when I saw it.

The side effects of rebirth are very large, and the damage to the spirit is quite large. Aning is more crazy than the other. He can't deal with the pain he feels in reality, so he treats the attitude of dreams, so it looks illusory. look.

Why does the more I write, the more I feel that Lao Bai, who is still Xiaobai, is so similar to Harry... Living under the cupboard of his aunt's house, working like a house elf and being beaten, being locked up in the attic during the summer vacation, looking forward to it every day The Weasleys' dazed owl hits the window...

Why is Harry so miserable this day, it makes me want to cry.The pig farm fried a cold meal and dragged me back to the HP pit abruptly.When I was reading, I almost died of pain. Aunt Rowling killed me ten thousand times.