The Blood Hourglass

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In the laboratory of heaven, an old man with silver-gray hair and a large group of assistants was very busy. Because today is the day when the chief archangel wants results, it is difficult to say what kind of punishment he will be punished if he fails to answer. After all, this chief archangel always gives people a ruthless and unkind face.

Of course, Guangwu who was in charge of this whole incident must be there, but he just stood quietly, always doing this, not making a sound, not moving, like a sculpture, no one knew what he was thinking, together with the class. The angels of Ning can't guess one or two, so many angels in private say that he is a monster, but he has a different position in the heart of the chief archangel.

Although someone had insight, the other party didn't know, because there was nothing in his soul, it was nothing.

The patriarch of the Clan of Light, the chief archangel they often call, the only daughter who fell in love with him, in the eyes of the angels, this is the supreme glory and luck, because in this way, his future in the Clan of Light will be even greater. It was bright, but he never looked at the little princess. Some people think he is upright, some people think he is pretending to be upright, but no one knows that he is empty, so he doesn’t care about anyone or anything, even Listening to the command of the patriarch is just a puppet-like instinct, because at the moment he became an angel, the person who created him was the patriarch, and the patriarch’s words had been imprinted in his heart, as if a robot had been imported. Specific programs.

But these days, his heart is shaking, not because of anything else, just because of a person who never deserves his attention, of course not the little princess who makes him always want to avoid, and the existence of this person is proving him His past, his ugly past, but such a past not only proves his ugliness, but also proves that heaven and angels, or the darkness and the unknown “dirty” of the whole family of light ".

Sitting in his room, he likes to play the violin and think about things. Of course, in the past 100 years, he has rarely played that beloved violin.

Hearing him playing the violin, the execution angel who reported something obediently stood at the door, not daring to make a sound. If he wants to let them in, he will naturally open his mouth. Just by this door, he can clearly perceive their existence with his ability.

"You are the crystallization of light, and your existence is the brightest point in the light, so you must always stand on the side of the light, support the light, defeat the darkness, so that there is only light and no darkness in the world. Even if there is, let them bathe. Live in the light."

He recalled the words "father" printed in his brain cells, but when he took the video tape of that period and looked at the people and objects in it, he still couldn't control the shaking of his heart.

"But why is it so?" he kept asking.

But no one can answer him, maybe only one person can give him the answer, that is the father who created him, but he knows that the only person he can't ask is him.

He has been playing the violin for a few days in the room. In this kind of music, his heart seems to exist and live. But now it doesn't work anymore. There is something outside the door waiting for him to deal with. He can't just think about his own business selfishly, although it seems that this is not just his personal business.

"Come in!" He put down his violin and called the two execution angels outside the door.

"Archangel, the hunt for the night clan fugitives has come to fruition." They bowed slightly to salute him.

"Well, where did they go?" He gently wiped the dust off the piano case and asked with his back to them.

"It seems to be the Night Clan." The other party lowered his head and replied.

"So you didn't catch it?" He turned around about the piano box.

"They have someone to answer, so we..."

"Okay, I see, let's go on!" The execution angel wanted to explain, but he was interrupted.

Alone, holding his forehead, looking at the violin case lying quietly on the table, his heart is still entangled by that question. Could it be said that "night" is true?

In his heart, he must suddenly stand up, a flash of light, he left heaven, that bright place, and stepped into the human world where light and darkness coexist. This time he is going to find two people, or a person and a ghost.

"Hell Club!" He stood in front of a nightclub. In the time of the human world, it was midnight. It was the best time for nightclub business. He looked at it calmly for a while, thought about it for a moment, and finally mentioned Stepped in.

"Sir, welcome!" Looking at a rich man, the two guards at the door greeted him with smiles and opened the door for him.

"Yeah." Guangwu didn't respond and walked in all the way. He still knows what a nightclub is, but for the angel, this kind of place has no attraction at all, because it represents the darkness, and he is the light that always stands opposite the darkness.

Step by step, the dance music in the store is leading several dancers on the stage to perform an explicit striptease. His eyes swept over them, and he began to look for it in the store without staying for more than a second. The goal here. But his appearance attracted all eyes.

But except for some men who drank and squinted, he found nothing.

So he came to Batai, "Sir."

"Yes, sir, what do you want to order?" It was the first time the waiter heard someone call him husband here, and it was everyone's focus that came up, his heart suddenly excited.

"No, I'm here to find the boss." After explaining his intention, Guangwu's heart gradually sank, as if he had already begun to know the result.

"Oh, it's our boss lady! It's really rare. Since I came to work here, except for doctors and nurses, I have never seen outsiders come to her." As a thank you for the word "sir", the waiter is very enthusiastic He found a place for him to sit down, and then walked to the inner room, "Wait here for a while, her body has long been unable to come out to meet the guests, I will tell you, if she wants to see you, I will come and invite you. "

"Okay." Guang Wu nodded. In fact, for her, he has learned enough from the information given by some people. About one hundred and fifty years old, he lives on medicine all day long. No one Know why she insists so much.

"Right..." The waiter turned back suddenly, "Sir, what's your name?"

"No, isn't she just waiting for something until now?" Guangwu smiled at the waiter, and the other side nodded inexplicably, and entered the inner room.

After a while, the waiter came out and asked Guang Wu to come in, and his gaze changed completely. It was not like the respect and curiosity just now. It could be described as weird simply.

When the waiter danced the light into the dark inner room, an older voice came from a big bed in the inner room, "Who... ah?"

"It's me." Guang Wu approached step by step. On the larger bed, she was so weak and thin. If it weren't for that breath, perhaps no one would believe that there was a person on the bed.

She opened her eyes slowly, and Guangwu's face made her eyes widened, and she straightened up, "husband..."

"Madam boss! What's the matter with you?" The waiter stared at the boss in surprise, and seemed to hear impossible words coming from her mouth. Besides, she, who had been lying in bed for nearly fifty years, sat up like this. All this seems impossible.

"It's not yours... It's something, out... Get out... Let's go!" The old woman waved her hand and dismissed the young waiter. She curled her mouth weakly and smiled!

"Are you still alive?" After she had seen Hong Wu's youth and the woman's immortality, she always felt that even more incredible things would happen, and now everything was realized like a dream.

"Do you know me?" Guang Wu leaned down, as if only in this way could he believe what the other party said.

"You... don't know me... have you? Anyway... we have done it too... the couple who were five years old... and gave birth to a son! Although He... is gone for a long time..." The lady boss's eyes began to dim, she really didn't expect that he would not even remember who he was, could it be said that this life of human beings and ghosts for most of her life was in exchange for That's the question.

"This..." Guangwu's heart tightened inch by inch.

"Huh!" The old woman lowered her head and looked at her withered body, laughing at herself, "Yeah! Compared with you... I am so old... You don't look good, don't you? Recognize... Me too... As it should be."

"I didn't mean that." Guangwu said her thoughts very firmly. Although she had no feeling for the person in front of him, her face not only did not make him uncomfortable, but it also gave him a kind feeling. .

"No matter what you are...what you mean, you can stay here...in your lifetime... When I see you, I'll be...satisfied." The old woman smiled slightly and reached out to help Guangwu to get close. The face, smooth and delicate skin is like a baby, "You...really alive...alive, and yet...so young."

"This madam, do you really think I am your husband?" Guang Wu came here to ask this sentence, although ruthless, but very clear.

"Huh! Although I...I'm already...very old, but you...how could I...wouldn't know you at the beginning...when I left, I just said...let me take care of Hong Wu, but...you are just like that...you never go back, and when I look at it, I think of Hong Wu...you betrayed me..." She put down her hand and uttered a mouthful. He gasped and took a rest for a while before continuing, "Later... my son... died in a car accident to save him... so... this... some years... come, I always Yes...he always tortured him, but...he never complained about it, in fact...now...think about it, the past...has passed, and...all adults committed ...What's wrong with him...and...what does it have to do with him...and if there is a chance...I...I really want to...speak to him... ..Sorry."

"What about his biological mother?" Guangwu asked like someone else.

"She... You too... Don't remember... Do you?" Jian Guangwu nodded seriously, the old woman's heart was somewhat balanced, "One time she... followed one... Friends came to us...for dinner, I recognized...her, and later Hong Wu...come to me, I just...have...his mother's head...the chain Now... he, I think... he should have... found... his own... his biological mother... now! I hope he can get it... until I never... not. ...Gave him...maternal love."

"She's Lace, isn't she?"

The old woman shook her head, "No... I know, the others... I just... No... I don't know... anymore."

Guang Wu said thank you, then resolutely turned and walked out of the inner room, and the waiter looked surprised at him leaving the nightclub.

Guangwu walked out of the three streets without even turning his head, because he had no human feelings for a long time, and he was different from ordinary angels. He didn't even have compassion. Perhaps it is because of this, the chief angel. Chang always said that he is the real angel, the real light.

The old woman looked at his back, tears still fell. Recalling the past, Hong Wu’s biological mother didn’t know that he was a person with a family, so she was with him. There was also Hong Wu. Definitely left him. But he left Hong Wu to himself, and left home to find the woman. Finally, he heard that he died in an accident.

All in all, this man made her and another woman feel sad and painful. If he died, everything would be over. In the end, it is ridiculous that he is still alive, but no one remembers it.

Looking at his clothes, he should be living a good life, but what about them? She still has that woman? Of course, it also includes two children who are not wrong. What are their lives? "God is unfair!" The old woman yelled suddenly, startling the waiter outside.

"Madam boss, madam boss? What's the matter with you?" The waiter rushed into the interior room calling all the way.

"Everyone... I don't remember... Who... Don't remember... Come on... Hahaha... He doesn't even remember anyone, hahaha~" The old woman laughed wildly. Reading this sentence, he finally closed his eyes slowly. She still didn't wait for the person who wanted to wait, the tears from the corners of her eyes slowly flowed down, her unwillingness but no one noticed, if she had discovered that she was facing Hong Wu sooner. . . To have a motherly affection for that child, then the result. . . Maybe it won't be the case. At least I can see him again and tell him that he was wrong. It is not sad to be wrong once. It is sad for a lifetime to be wrong, but it is the saddest thing in the world to realize that you are wrong until you die.

And she is the saddest person.

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