[Swallow] Billions of years single dog

Like a never-ending long march, the little boy was running in his dream, driving the wind howling, and the surrounding darkness kept retreating, but he couldn't escape, couldn't escape!

After avoiding the darkness around me, the ones in front of me surrounded me again. There were ugly demons with claws and claws; there were banshees singing melodious voices; there were executioners holding human heads; there were vampires with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths...

They shouted, threatened, tempted, threatened: come... come... come in... you will have no more pain... you will have nothing to fear...

No...don't listen!

The little boy held his head, tearing his hair with both hands, and the voice in his head sounded again: "You are Nanling, you have endless futures to explore, don't listen, don't sink!"

"Nan Ling? So what if I am Nan Ling, extra people, extra zero?" the little boy muttered to himself.

The darkness was watching from the sidelines, finding the right time to sneak in again, and attacking aggressively, all kinds of sharp, seductive, and roaring sounds poured into the little boy's head, even if he desperately covered his ears, it was useless.

All kinds of dark, negative, and negative emotions resounded in the little boy's heart, in the sea of ​​consciousness, and in the soul. They were unscrupulously active, rampant, and dancing, encroaching on the last sliver of clarity of the little boy, tormenting him so much that he couldn't bear to live.

A white light gradually lit up in front of my eyes...

Perhaps it was the extreme pain, but the little boy felt nothing. All kinds of pain and torment receded like a tide the moment the white light came on.

Is this heaven?

The little boy asked silently from the bottom of his heart, his big black eyes were opened, and there was still mist, looking at this place.

Some buildings with more than ten floors are hung with commercial signs, which are constantly changing in the light of the night; the old-fashioned traffic lights are jumping between red and green; behind the boy are occasional vehicles whizzing by, running fast...

Everything here is so novel to the little boy who has lived in the orphanage since he can remember, like Gulliver entering the adult country, Robinson meeting the sailing ship, he is happy and joyful for everything he sees.

Before the little boy had a good look at this attractive outside world, a hoarse voice sounded like an explosion: "You little grandson, what are you looking at! Hurry up and buy cigarettes for me!"

The sound was far away, but it seemed to use the power of a bombardment, and it exploded in the little boy's ears, making him tremble in fright.

Only then did the little boy see that there was a big man standing across the road, with disheveled clothes and messy hair, holding a wine bottle in his hand, which was already half empty, and he couldn't stand upright.Seeing the boy looking at him, he was furious again, his eyebrows raised and his beard trembling, and he cursed with an air of telling the world: "You loser, you are so procrastinating even selling cigarettes to me, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have wanted you!" Sun, keep that ghost woman, and I have a woman to serve me!"

The little boy was a little dazed, but he recognized it. He had heard this voice in a terrible dream not long ago. It left a deep impression on him, and he never forgot it.

The boy stared blankly at the unshaven man opposite with his round eyes: This is... Dad?my dad?A feeling similar to joy suddenly rose in his heart. He couldn't remember that his father who left when he was three years old didn't make any impression on him. Now...

Seeing the kid opposite standing still stupidly, even dropping the money in his hand, the sloppy man jumped into a rage, dropped the finished wine bottle in his hand, and cursed as he walked this way: "Damn it! It's a shame to give birth to a kid!" Stupid, it's useless to keep it! See if I don't beat you to death!"

Seeing the man approaching quickly, the little boy whispered softly in his mouth: "Dad." The voice was low, as if muttering in his throat, with unspeakable shyness, admiration, and yearning.

However, the frantic man didn't hear it, and even the little boy couldn't hear it, and was drowned in the dull collision sound by the whizzing cars. The man who soared into the sky, but was also full of vitality, turned into a cloud of blood mist, a pool of invisible flesh...

"Father!!" The little boy yelled out this time, shrill and tragic, and everyone who heard it was terrified.

The car rushed tens of meters before slowly coming to a stop. The windshield, the wheels, and the chassis were all dyed blood red, and liquid was dripping down.

No, the little boy is crazy, tears are pouring out, and he rushed towards the place covered with blood, changed colors, and looked like a utility room in the dark, he hasn't seen it yet, hasn't touched his body Dad, why is he being taken away again? !

"Don't look!" A figure in white stopped the little boy who was rushing forward like lightning, put his arms around him, covered his eyes, and said in a low and gentle voice.

"Let me go! Let go!" The little boy struggled, punching and kicking.

Feeling the tears that soaked his entire palm and still pouring out, the man's palm became firmer, and he said softly, "Don't look, I'm afraid you'll cry, I'm afraid you'll be hurt."

"It has nothing to do with you!" The little boy couldn't break free from the man's embrace, so he simply gave up struggling, only took the other hand of the man in his arms and bit down hard.

This bite contained the little boy's resentment, sadness, and pain, and it used all his strength, which was amazing.However, the man let him bite as if he didn't feel it, and even adjusted the angle to make him bite more comfortably, so he didn't knock his teeth.

The little boy was biting and biting, and lost his strength. After all, it was a three-year-old child's body. He had just experienced great grief and pain, and he was struggling with all his strength, and his physical strength was exhausted.

As soon as he vented his strength, the little boy softened his body, almost couldn't stand up, and fell to one side.The man took advantage of the opportunity to embrace his small body, protecting it in his arms, and hugging him tightly, like hugging a lost and found treasure.

"Sleep, baby, with me here, I will never let you suffer any more pain or sorrow." The man caressed the little boy's eyes with his generous and warm palm, his voice was hypnotic and gentle, coaxing His nerves were relaxed and he fell asleep. At the same time, the firmness in his tone gave the little boy an inexplicable sense of security. He completely let go of his defenses and fell into a deep sleep.

Unbuttoning the white robe and wrapping the little boy in his arms, the man sighed like a sigh, and he was completely relieved.

When I looked up again, there was no warmth in the deep star pupils. It was cold, like a volcano hidden under the ice layer. They all fell silent in an instant, as if the pause button had been pressed.

The man blinked. The whole scene he was in was like glass, fragmented. The city, cars, traffic lights, and men were all torn apart and disappeared like flat objects on the set painting.

After all the light disappeared, the man and the little boy returned to the darkness, just like the first time the little boy saw it.

The man looked around, sighed, and said, "I'd better help you rebuild and repair it."

With one thought, the darkness quickly dissipated, and a bright and gentle world quickly formed. The world, rules, mountains and rivers, beasts, people...

Holding the sleeping little boy in his arms, the man stepped into this nascent world.