Travel thousands of miles in my life

It was night, and a massacre was taking place in the black fortress deep in the desert.The sound of howling and fighting was endless, and the bloody smell of dozens of people filled the small room, mixing into a disgusting smell.

After a long time, the voice gradually stopped.Finally, the closed door was pushed open, and a man in gray came in: "Look at the living."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people came forward to check behind him.

"My lord, everyone is dead."

Hearing this sentence, the expression on the face of the man in gray suddenly became a little ugly. He frowned and asked again and again: "Is there really no one alive?"

"Wait a minute, my lord! Here's a survivor!" A man in gray in the corner grabbed a man by his collar and said excitedly, "He's still alive."

"Okay, it must be a good seed that can persist for so long. Take it away and throw it into No. A." This answer obviously satisfied the man. He didn't want to step into the blood and dirty his shoes, so he just watched from a distance. Looking around, seeing that the person mentioned was slender and small, he immediately felt relieved, what kind of trouble can a half-year-old boy make.

The boy's eyes were closed tightly, his face was covered with blood and dust, so dirty that he couldn't see his original appearance.The man in gray picked him up by his collar without much effort, walked all the way to Room A like dragging a broken doll, and threw him in as soon as the door opened.

"My lord, when will the blood be collected in Room A?" The man dismissed the young man casually, then quickly retreated from the room, followed behind the man in gray and asked with a flattering smile.

"Master's business, that's up to you and me?" The man glanced at him with a half-smile, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Not long after they left, the boy woke up leisurely.His eyes were only dazed for a moment before he regained his sobriety and vigilance. He tensed his body, pulled off his collar and reached in to feel for it. He didn't relax until his fingertips touched a warm bead.

He sat half against the wall, his expression indifferent, and his whole person was as quiet as a intact stone statue.

There are extraordinarily many stars tonight, and the gentle light illuminates the boy's face.The beast in this medicine gradually began to wake up in his body, the pain kept tearing at his lungs, and waves of pain hit the young man.

His whole body was cold, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but his expression remained unchanged.The potency of the medicine was greater than he had imagined. The pain was like a hand, constantly beating hard on the young man's frail heart, beat again and again, beating with the flow of blood.The rest of the place that has been caressed by this feeling is only a burning pain.

It hurt so much, at a certain moment the boy trembled and thought, just die like this.This kind of pain will definitely make anyone give up their dignity and will to pray for relief.A round bead rolled down from the boy's neckline, glowing warmly in the dark night.The young man knelt down on the ground, groping for it with shaking hands, as if the little bead could give him some comfort.

The young man was like a dying fish, lying on the dry shore, breathing in the turbid air, waiting for the arrival of suffocation and death.

When the pain reached the limit, he kept hitting the stone wall or biting his own arm bit by bit. After suffering it once, he collapsed on the ground covered in sweat.The room was very dark, and there were short and deep breathing sounds all around. The young man stared blankly at the nothingness in front of him, and a drop of clear tear gradually flowed down the corner of his eye to the ground.

His whimpering became louder and louder, and the power returned to him at some point.The boy clenched his fists and smashed it to the ground, and the small stones on the ground splashed everywhere, some flew into his wound, and some fell onto others.The room was still silent, everyone was enduring and imagining.

Enduring the pain that should be endured, imagining the happiness that will not come.

Sensitively smelling an unusual smell in the air, the young man gritted his teeth suddenly, and he jumped up and grabbed behind him like lightning.In the darkness, a hand was stretched out, and it firmly received his attack. The bones of that hand were clearly strong and strong.

"It's been a few days since I left, and I've made a lot of progress." A smiling voice sounded, and a tall figure gradually emerged from the darkness, "I finally found you, Gu Ping."

Gu Ping struggled to stand still, squinting his eyes to carefully identify the man in front of him. After looking for a long time, he realized that it seemed to be the man brought by that very gentle brother.Thinking of what he knew, although the young man refused to speak, he couldn't care less now, and said eagerly, "This place is dangerous!"

The man took a fixed look at him, then sat down beside him suddenly, and said, "I know, what I'm more curious about is how you got through this." He pointed to the hideous marks on the young man's body.

"..." Gu Ping lowered his head, covered the bloody tooth marks on his arm, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

"I saw Lu Chen's letter." The man relaxed his body and straightened his legs, "Is he so relieved to leave you to me?"

"There is no choice." The young man said softly, he sat hugging his knees, and slowly buried his face in it.As if to make sure of something, he repeated: "No choice, he let me go."

"Go down." Yan Wuwu stared blankly at the darkness, and sneered, "That seems like something he could say." He turned his head and glanced at the young man shrunk into a small ball, and said in a deep voice, "You Do you know how to proceed now?"

The boy paused for a moment and shook his head, the man could only see his head shaking slightly.The boy's heart was full of panic at this moment, Yan Wuxin's arrival shattered his self-deception all along - Lu Chen would come back one day, live with him, and he would understand the joy of being loved.

"You love him." Yan Wuwu came to this conclusion after being silent for a while.

"Ah."

"I will take care of you until you come out." The man has nothing else to say, and he should take care of the child in every way.

The boy raised his head, "No need."

"why?"

"I want to end everything here." Gu Ping raised his head and said word by word, very seriously, "Everything is over."

Now it was Yan Wuwu's turn to be silent, he was not an ignorant child, so he could hear the youth's determination from his words.In the darkness, only the boy's eyes were as bright as stars, and unknown emotions and delusions were burning wantonly inside: "I want to die."

Yan Wuwu was dumb for a moment, he saw his own shadow in those pupils, not only the present, but also the past.A few years ago, he also had the same thought, wanting to die and thinking about going crazy.

What had dissuaded him then?The man froze for a moment, and found that his memory was blurred, and he found himself speechless.What should I say, to persuade the boy not to die?Yan Wuwu smiled bitterly, and said softly, "One and two of you are all debts I owed in my previous life."

Gu Ping glanced at him and said with a smile, "Why didn't you ask me why?"

"Because this reason must make you suffer so much." The man curled up his legs, only feeling waves of exhaustion attacking his heart.

"It's meaningless to say it, it's just a matter of a bigger needle tip."

Yan Wuxin closed his eyes, "Then why do you want to die for such a trivial matter?"

"Because, such a small thing is the motivation to support me to live. Without this support, I will fall, and no one can support me anymore." The boy looked at the world in a daze and indifferently, and murmured He whispered: "Live for what you love, and die for what you love. The word for love is exactly that heart-digging dagger and bone-piercing knife."

There were insects and ants crawling in the dark corners, and the young man's youthful face showed a kind of maturity that didn't match his age. He already knew the cruelest side of this world, so he no longer had any hope.

So he began to fantasize about death, and one day, on an ordinary day, he would die.Turn into mountain rain, or spring breeze, blowing across the desert, the hometown, and the tombstones of the old people, and never look back.

At this time, Gu Ping truly experienced happiness. He stepped on a bright and wide road, and the farthest distance was the end of warmth.

"My past is the same as yours now." In the darkness, the man's voice was low and clear, with exhaustion as if he had traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, "The waves wash away the sand, and the rain falls on the lake. I was still young at that time , I don’t know why suffering is always by my side. I can’t bear to break the world, and I can’t break my life. I have also trembled in the dark, and I have hated the world. But when I turn around, it is still painless, but my body is full of pain. It was an injury. Later I realized that everything has its own fate, and if you don’t cling to the present, you can get rid of stubbornness.”

"Death can't be easier." The man put one hand on the young man's cap, "If I force myself now, you will die immediately, but after you die."

"When a person is alive, he has to be like a bow. Even if he is pressed to the limit, he has to bounce back quickly. Because you carry the hope of the person who made this bow, and everything." Yan Wuxin let go of his hand, "There are countless people in the world who are willing to spend thousands of dollars. Buy someone for tomorrow. Gu Ping, don't let me see your generosity to life again."

"Does he think so too?" The boy asked after a moment of silence, "Put all your hopes on me and push me forward."

The man looked at the nine-turn bead that was as bright as the boy's eyes, and laughed, "Do you know what this bead means?"

Gu Ping raised his head, looking at the man like a criminal waiting to be sentenced to prison.

"With his unswerving love until death, he turned into a nine-turn bead, hoping to save you from the fire and water."

"Gu Ping, he misses you, do you know?"

The author has something to say:

Living to die, that's what it is.