After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

The night is getting darker, and the coolness of the night wind is that kind of desolate and cold coolness.

Feng Hezi stumbled towards the grave, raised that hand tremblingly, and put it on the cold tombstone, his red eyes were filled with tears, and he choked up: "Master, why did yin and yang fall apart overnight? Two intervals?"

"From now on, no one will call me Hezi, and no one will love me anymore."

The skinless hands had already exposed the bones of the bones, and the evening wind was burning hot, but it was not enough to feel distressed.

He was almost dizzy with heartache.

He also knew that Liu An couldn't be completely blamed for this matter, but he just felt uncomfortable, that night...

If he went up the mountain earlier, even if he couldn't do anything, he wouldn't have to face the cold corpse as soon as he went up the mountain. He couldn't get out of the twists and turns in his heart.

He kept holding the tombstone with both hands, and tears rolled down uncontrollably. Why did he make so many cuts on his intact face? It was probably because he was so angry that he couldn't stand it.

He hates himself.

He couldn't bear to look at his miserable face, he was extremely cowardly, and he was afraid of this and that.

Even if he wanted to take revenge, he was trampled under his feet even if he couldn't walk a few steps. He hated himself for being helpless.

Does it hurt?

How could it not hurt when the knife sliced ​​through the fine skin, the flesh was torn apart and blood flowed everywhere?

It hurts, it's better if it hurts to death, it's just to remember the taste of this kind of pain, what his senior brother endured is far heavier than this.

"Master, you want me to be the same as before, to live a carefree life, but the past is the past, and no one remains the same."

"Hatred has taken root in my heart. I just want to kill the wicked. I must cut off their heads."

Feng Hezi clenched his fists tightly, and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his mouth, salty and bitter, but his heart was firm and firm as a rock.

He must take revenge, he must kill those people with his own hands, even if there is no place to bury him, he doesn't care.

He hugged the tombstone, and smiled softly. Although the voice was not very loud, it was still a bit permeating in this cold night. He only heard Feng Hezi sigh: "I'm the sun in the world." Enough is enough, wait for me, wait for me..."

"I want to blow the wind of the underworld, and I want to meet my senior brother."

The brothers and sisters are his relatives, and he can't do without his concern.

But he cried for a while, and when he raised his eyes again, there were no more tears in his eyes, and his expression was very calm: "Is there anything to eat?"

Hua Ming, who was still thinking about how to comfort her, said, "??"

Wasn't he still looking for life and death just now, now he's hungry again?

Don't you think about starving to death?

Bah, bah, bah, are you still making fun of him? Your mind is too broken. Hua Ming despises himself in his heart, then raises his hand and slaps his hand lightly, and smiles awkwardly: "The kitchen There are some tomatoes and eggs in it, and I can make you a soup."

Feng Hezi nodded and didn't say any more, his eyes were neither sad nor happy.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Hua Ming coughed dryly again: "Well, are you eating here?"

"Well... I mean, if you eat here, the soup may be cold when served, and you may have diarrhea."

Feng Hezi raised his red eyes, and said in a cold and indifferent tone, "That is to say, you will be sick?"

In theory...

It should be...

Hua Ming nodded, and Feng Hezi stood up immediately, but his footsteps were not steady, and he was hung to the ground when a strong wind came.

"Look, you are not in good health, and you are still blowing cold wind, how can you do that?"

Hua Ming is a warm-hearted person. He hurried over to help him, but he didn't want to be opened by him. His bloody hand pinched his thigh hard, and then he tried to support himself and stood up. Still muttering: "I can't be sick."

"I can't get sick, I want to..."

"I have to eat, I have to sleep, and I have to take care of myself."

Only by living, only by living well and becoming strong can one take revenge.

If you can't die, then you can live well. His hands are not only for serving food, but also for murder.

Feng Hezi tried his best to support his body and walk back, but his complexion was too bad, and his body was as thin as a piece of paper, so he had to pick up a branch, leaning on it and walking staggeringly, every step was It's tough.

Not only that, every step in the future is difficult.

Hua Ming followed behind him, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his breathing became a little heavy: "I always feel that he is different."

"He was a pure and kind boy, but now, I think we are also responsible."

Liu An's wide palm landed on his waist, patted it lightly, then bent down, leaned into his ear and said slowly: "You, you like to take things on yourself. , aren't you tired?"

"I've said it all, there's a lot of helplessness in this world, you just have to live yourself well."

"Bodhisattvas are too lazy to take care of things, why do you intervene?"

Hua Ming actually doesn't like him like this, he's always on the sidelines, and enthusiasm isn't always the Holy Mother, only sometimes you have to think, if one day the hurt lover is yourself, then you can't stand it anymore how?

To be a human being, you need to be more or less empathetic, and your life should not just be about your own joys, sorrows and sorrows.

Repeated silence, repeated indifference, how worthwhile is this world without warmth?

But Liu An couldn't listen, he just saw a little bit of light, only felt a little bit of heat, and he didn't know how to convey this warmth.

"Why are you looking at me like that, you think I'm indifferent?"

"I've always been indifferent. It's only because of you that I have humanity."

Hua Ming: "..."

I can't take this.

"Stop asking me to deal with cats and dogs, I don't have that much time."

My life is only so long, maybe I can see the head at a glance, but you feel that you don’t have time just to look at it, let alone someone else?

Brother, I'm not free...

I'm really busy, every day is a gamble, and every day may leave you.

Hua Ming lowered his head, kicked the stones under his feet, and tugged on Liu An's sleeve with his fingers, even though they were so close.

But he was feeling uneasy in his heart, always feeling that the words "life and death" were entangled with him and refused to let go.

Especially looking at Feng Hezi's back, he always felt that he might be the next him.

People are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, walking dead, living hard.

Hua Ming couldn't help crying, and his pace quickened a bit: "Feng Hezi, I'll break two eggs for you, eat more."

But when he walked to the kitchen, Feng Hezi stood by the door blankly, and asked blankly, "I heard that your cooking is difficult to eat?"

"Will you eat dead people?"

Hua Ming: "..."

"You're not that vicious..."