Cannon fodder "attack" development system

【No need to wake up.There is no need to know how long it will take. 】

——little brother.little brother.It's really cold outside.I feel so cold.

At such a dying moment, in the temperature where the flesh and blood were burned to ashes, in a trance illusion, he seemed to hear the words that Tang Song whispered softly when he held his hand back then.He seemed to hear it again.as if.So it really felt a little cold.Obviously his flesh and blood were about to boil in the extremely high temperature at this moment, but he really felt cold.In the chaos in his mind, those fragmented and incoherent pictures were his last memories of leaving this world.

But there was such a momentary sense of inversion, he was trapped in the severe cold of bone removal, but on the contrary, the transpiration temperature outside, even the time boiled high, and the two sides were extremely torn, he could no longer tell whether it was an illusion or not. or real.Everything seems to be going back absurdly, as if he went back to that night many years ago.

At that time, he and Tang Song were separated by a fence in the corner, and the moon outside was as bright as ice, and it was the night of early autumn.The fog was thick and the autumn night was cold. He and Tang Song snuggled up across the fence, and he held Tang Song's hand.The moonlight outside the house is white and clear, and it is a faint Qingming.He heard Tang Song say to him very softly: "Little brother, hold my hand, hold my hand, and I won't be cold."

Is it all an illusion?In fact, nothing happened after that.Is his life long or short?I was a little dazed when I recalled it.The timeline of life is broken into such two clear parts, one half is the carefree childhood, and the other half is the years of being stranded.

He recalled very little, very little indeed.

When he was young, he was also the most precious and proud child of his parents, but then everything happened in a completely different way.When he was a teenager, he was often locked in a room by his mother for various reasons.Sometimes it's because of a word, or just an angry look.

His mother wouldn't hit him because it was too out of character for her upbringing.All she had to do was lock him up.A house with no windows, no lights, only closed doors.During the day, you can still see a faint light through the crack of the door, but at night it is pitch black.

Time froze in the dead darkness to make people suffocating. In this small room, every minute and every second became unbearable.He used to cry at the beginning, but when he saw his mother the next day, he just begged not to lock him up again, and he said he would be obedient.Mother looked down at him, and after a moment reached out and stroked his face gently.The movements are so gentle, even the voice is soft, and there is a slight smile on the face, but the temperature of the fingers is cold.

She said this: "How could I have given birth to a monster like you."

Phrases without tones, expressions that float on the surface.Not asking him or asking yourself, just a statement.The cold temperature of the fingers touching the face is not as cold as the mother's scrutinizing eyes.

When he was young, he always thought that he must have done something wrong to make his mother unhappy, so he wanted to correct it.It was later discovered that, to his mother, he himself had become a mistake.

If he himself was a mistake, how to correct it?

After he was diagnosed with the disease, he became an inconspicuous smudge to his parents - as time went by, everyone else was growing up and getting old, only his The face is still the same as before, and it has not become scary.It was as if he had died at the age of 12, and what was left was only a dead body specimen that did not age or decay.

On his 20th birthday, his father brought a child back from outside.Father said, this is Tang Song, your younger brother.

The child stood beside his father with his head down, and when he looked up at him, he looked a little surprised.And his expression didn't fluctuate, probably because he didn't care about all these things at all.In fact, the two of them had already met this morning, but the adults didn't know about it.

Compared with his indifferent attitude, the mother lost her composure and hit him after returning to the room.It seemed that the tears fell first on the expression of extreme pain, and she attributed all her unexpressed feelings to him.Mother said, "If it wasn't for you..."

If not for you.

it's all because of you.

There are so many reasons for the breakdown of the relationship between father and mother, and he serves as a fuse that ignites many of them.But the mother put it all down to him.When she repeatedly thought of her misfortune in this life, over and over again, she would attribute it all to him.

So she maintained an appearance of indifference to everything in front of her father, and she was always hysterical when he was in front of him.It's just that she has always looked so proud all her life, and she became hysterical in front of him, which is also a kind of self-restraint.She kept him in confinement for longer and longer.Darkness invaded, and he was blocked in this confined space.He fumbled this room many times.It is always two steps wide and three steps long, and the time freezes until it seems to be abandoned by the whole world.

But because of the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was different.The kid called him little brother.At that time, Tang Song was just a child, and he was always happy and happy. When he laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were curved.In fact, at the very beginning, he didn't like him. When facing Tang Song, he mostly treated him like nothing.But that child seemed to have a certain attachment to him from the first time they met, always wanting to get closer to him.

Even if he was pushed down impatiently and broke his knee, he still limped behind him without saying a word to others.He was indifferent to it.Over the long years, he has already learned one thing without a teacher - not to take anyone or anything to heart.As if there were only two parts in this world, himself, and everything in the world except him.If you don't care, there is no way to talk about sadness.But that kid was always persistent in trying to get close to him, following him and calling him little brother, his immature voice made people upset.

He bothered him so much until that night.That night, like many days and nights in the past, he was confined by his mother.He had no way of knowing how fast time was passing, so he just held a pen in the dark, and because he couldn't see, he made some meaningless graffiti on the wall.But someone knocked on the wall on one side.One after another, so clear.

Isolated in the darkness, the beating sound seemed to come from another world.He followed the voice and moved a little bit, and after clearing away all the debris in the corner, he saw some faint light coming through a corner of the fence. "Little brother?" He called softly, as if he was afraid of alarming others.Tang Song, who was outside the fence, looked over with his head down.The white moonlight poured down on the child's crooked eyebrows and eyes. The bright eyes of a ten-year-old child, without the slightest haze in the pupils, are innocence that knows no age.

Is this a catastrophe?does it count.That smiling face, together with the moonlight that tore through the darkness of his entire youth that night, became the doom of his life in a daze.He once held another person's hand for the first time after such a long time.He held Tang Song's hand so hard, as if a child picked up a piece of candy that didn't belong to him.He is afraid, has always been, always worried about the loss that will happen at some point in the future.

For so many days and nights, the two snuggled up against a wall and a fence, and Tang and Song wrapped themselves in blankets and talked to him in a low voice.The weather was getting colder, and the exhaled breath condensed into a small group of fleeting water vapor in the air, and Tang Song was frozen until the tip of his nose was red.

He asked him to go back, but the child said "no" stubbornly, and after seeing his expression calm down, he came over to grab his hand belatedly, and said in a low voice: "Little brother. Seeing that he didn't speak, he leaned over and acted like a baby, "It's really cold outside. I feel so cold." He wanted to withdraw his hand, but the other party's grip was too tight.

The other party held his hand like a small animal protecting its food, and its expression was like a puppy circling around its master, but was kicked aside by the cruel master in aggrieved way, "Little brother, you Hold my hand." The child looked at him helplessly, sniffed his nose, and said, "You hold my hand, and I won't be cold."

Then the father died.a car accident.At that time, before he knew the news of his father's death, his mother had sent someone to send him to the car.When he arrived at the airport, he didn't know the news of his father's death, and his mother was going to send him abroad.He stayed abroad for four years, and his mother forbade him to come back.He wants to go back, but can't, because his mother won't allow him to come back, and he ran away impulsively once.

At that time, everything was only one step away, and he was only detained when passing through customs.When the plane took off, he watched through the glass.Behind him were those sent by his mother who had been following him abroad. Standing in the brightly lit airport at night, he felt dazed and powerless.But it was also this time that he knew that without the corresponding ability, how could a person achieve what he wanted to do.

He had a hard time in those four years.There is so much to learn.In the family, not everyone listens to her mother.He thought this way, if he has what the family needs, if he can bring enough benefits to the family, then he will also become a person with the right to speak.At least it is no longer an insignificant existence, and it is no longer an existence that is randomly decided to stay or stay.

At that time, he always wanted to use one part of his time in two parts, and it would be a pity to waste a little extra sleep.He was often so tired that he fell asleep on the table like this.Although it was hard work, when he recalled these days in the future, he could always feel the slightly astringent sweetness that swelled in his heart.Because someone is waiting for him.He told himself that someone was waiting for him.Across the mountains and rivers, there is a child who has been waiting for him.

When he saw Tang Song again, it was already four years later.The child who followed him and clinged to him back then had sprouted and grown taller, and his face had the outline of a youth.Even taller than him.He was in a daze for a moment.The person in front of me is so familiar, yet so strange.

Across a coffee table, Tang and Song four years later looked up at him, still smiling, but something was different.He knew, but he didn't want to admit it at all, as if he could cover up everything by deceiving himself.

Tang Song stood up, then bowed slightly, and said to him with a smile, "Master, you are back."

Such a distant and unfamiliar tone.

What about his Tang and Song Dynasties?

But what about his Tang and Song Dynasties?

Where did they hide Tang Song who smiled and fed him corn and candy, and Tang Song who kept calling him "little brother"?

He suddenly felt a great panic.

The young man in front of him looked like his mother with a smile on his face, a false smile that didn't reach his eyes.He pushed people away and turned away without even looking back once.

It was as if a piece of my heart had been hollowed out.

Now that he has enough right to speak and strength, his mother can no longer put him in confinement casually, and even speaks with him with some discretion.But he wasn't happy at all.The reason for his return was Tang and Song from the beginning.He has been looking for Tang and Song, all the time.But when he came back, he found that the "Tang Song" he was looking for was long gone.

On his birthday the following year, he drank a glass of beer lightly and was already a little drunk.Slightly drunk, he asked someone to send him home.It was that former home.After so many years, a hidden breach in the back of the yard is still the same as before, allowing a child to pass through.He drilled in, a little dazed.In the cool night, it seems that the direction of all blood vessels is exposed in this deeper and dew-heavy night.

A leaf grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of cold dew.And like so many times in the past, he opened the side door and went to his room.After being drunk, he pushed open the door lightly, there were some sounds in the hall, the floor was in a mess, and the shoes were randomly thrown at the door.The furniture was overturned in a mess.A long white curtain was randomly thrown on the second floor, rolled away, and then hung down from the cracks in the railing on the second floor, all the way to the hall.From his point of view, those sounds and movements were just covered.

With such heavy breathing and suppressed moans, the lights in the hall were dimmed.The hanging white curtain was penetrated by the dim light, outlining the two overlapping figures behind.The movements of the limbs are magnified by the misplaced light and shadow, and there is an obscene taste in the air.He stepped on debris on the ground and knocked down the vase on the table.The shattering and cracking sound of porcelain falling on the ground resounded in the hall, but the two people behind the curtain didn't seem to notice it.

He walked over, crossed the mess, and then he saw Tang and Song.The child who had grown into a teenager was pushed down on the large sofa by a strange man.The man's strong and honey-colored skin formed a sharp contrast with the boy's slender and fair body.Tang Song was bumped by the man so that his whole body was shifted, his cheeks were flushed, he moaned softly, he just looked up inadvertently, and his eyes met him.

Those eyes were stained with lust and blurred without focus, the eyes of the two met, Tang Song looked at him, and just looked at him, the eyes did not have any meaning.Maybe it was unintentional, or maybe it was intentional, even though he was doing such a thing, the boy's expression still carried an indescribable innocence.

Looking at those eyes that seemed to be misty and affectionate, he felt cold all over, and woke up from the alcohol.

The man who got off the boy told him: "I am the 'teacher' hired by Mrs. Tang to give the young master 'classes'." With just this sentence, he had almost figured out most of this absurd thing, his lips trembling Trembling, after all, nothing was said.

It's just that some emotions were rushing in his body. He pulled Tang Song off the sofa. The boy hadn't recovered from the previous intense affair, his legs were soft, and lewd liquid dripped from his back hole Tick ​​tock almost dripped down my legs.He raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were hazy like a perennial fog.He didn't know if he smiled to himself, it was a casual smile, which seemed to have some ironic meaning.

The night outside was as black as over-polished ink, and the incomplete moon in the sky was dazzlingly bright.

He finally took Tang Song away.

The boy was wrapped in a coat and sat in the back seat of the car, with a somewhat absent-minded smile on his face: "Mom will come to 'check homework' later..."

He didn't speak, just looked at the boy quietly.However, the dew that was stained on his hair outside before fell impartially along his hair at this moment, and slid down his cheeks, like a long trail of tears.Tang Song looked at him for a long while, and then stretched out a hand in the void to make a gesture of wiping tears. The skin of the two of them did not touch, and neither of them spoke.

In the following days when he got along with Tang Song, Tang Song always called him "eldest young master" at the beginning, but later with his consent, he changed his name to brother.But the title "little brother" seems to have been forgotten, and it has been a long time since no one mentioned it.

During the period when he took Tang Song away, his mother came to him many times, but was stopped outside without seeing him.Later, his mother broke into his room in the company, and four years seemed to have left no trace on the woman, her face seemed to remain the same.

Mrs. Tang pointed to his nose and closed the door. Even though her mood was extremely unstable, she still whispered to him very clearly, "I knew it." She said, "I knew it, your father This illegitimate child is as shameless as his mother!" Mrs. Tang's voice contained a kind of gnashing of hatred: "Your father fell in love with the big one, but now you are crushing on the young one. Both of you father and son are the same thing."

When he came home that night, Tang Song was lying on the sofa with a book covering his face, and the TV was on and the program was changing.He walked over and stood quietly aside for a while, then reached out and took off the book covering the boy's face.He reached out and touched Tang Song's face, under the touch of his fingers, the soft skin.The young man's eyebrows still had the shadow of the past, he stretched out his hand aimlessly to touch, starting from the center of the eyebrows, down the brow bone to the cheeks.He was a little lost in thought, trying to find the shadow of the child who called him "little brother" from this face whose facial features had already grown.

In fact, Tang and Song Dynasties were more beautiful when they were young, a kind of beauty that was carefully crafted to the extreme, but now it is much more common when they grow up.He forgot who said it, maybe it was a line in the movie, or two or three sentences in the book, but he always remembered.Most of the good-looking people have more blessings than right and wrong.He touched Tang Song's face, the space was filled with the cold light brought by the TV, he never paid much attention to people's appearance, the only one who looked at it carefully was only Tang Song .He stared at the sleeping face of the person under his palm, Tang Song was not as good-looking as before, he thought, this should be a good thing.

Amidst the noisy sound of the TV, he held the young man's hands, which were somewhat cold hands, and he remembered many things.In the past, they also cuddled together like this. At that time, the child always had endless small words. In the child's soft voice, he leaned on the child's leg and closed his eyes, as if falling asleep in a dream. The years are long.At that time, he really felt that way, if he was with him, if he was with this child, it didn't matter even if he was in the dark, even the light became an irrelevant existence.

He had an astute talent for numbers and business matters that seemed innate, but was far less so in other areas.It didn't seem like it took much effort for his mother to abduct Tang Song from him. When he found Tang Song again, his mother was holding a syringe to inject something into Tang Song's body.

Madam Tang turned her back to him, and didn't see him coming in. He grabbed the iron decorative furniture at the side.In a trance, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat, such a loud sound, he had the illusion that the whole world heard his own heartbeat.So intense, so hateful.His mind was in a mess, and he didn't even know what he wanted to do.He just held the murder weapon in his hand like this, yes, that was the murder weapon, he approached gently from behind step by step, he approached his mother from behind, raised his hand, and just slammed it down heavily——on mother's head.At that moment, the blood splashed everywhere, and Mrs. Tang just turned her head to look at him, the bright red liquid slid down her eyebrows and eyes, and her expression was a little unclear.

What is he doing, what is he doing, what the hell is he doing?At that time, he was like a nightmare, just smashing down like this.When he was young, he was also the most precious child of his parents. A long time ago, how long ago, he was still young, really young.He once said to his mother so innocently, Mom, it would be great if I never grow up.Mother can't laugh or cry.

"Why do you think so?" She asked him with a smile like this, the afternoon sun poured down, it was the color of golden powder, everything turned into a hazy warmth under such sunshine.When she saw that he accidentally got a piece of cake on his face while eating the cake, she wiped it off with a paper towel and complained, "You didn't pay attention when you ate again."

And he still focused on the previous question, and answered innocently and ignorantly: "Mom, if I never grow up, will I be able to be with my parents forever?"

How much did this sentence come true back then?

Not growing up, not growing up, no one ever imagined that this childish joke in the past has really become a half sentence. Looks like 12 years old.It doesn't grow up, it doesn't grow old, it looks like a day for many years, and only the age of the eyes increases.So the eyes are one year older than the face, and the eyes are two years older than the face... Like frozen time, it is death without growth.

At this moment, he hit it hard like this, the blood splashed and fell on his face, it was warm, like the temperature of the sun kissing his cheek, like a goodnight kiss from his mother on his forehead when he was young, the bright red blood was like plump Bloom like a flower.

What the hell is he doing, what is he doing?He threw away the bloody weapon in his hand, the smell of blood spread like rust in the room, his stomach was churning, he was almost about to vomit, that feeling of being lost and collapsing, the chaotic memory .

Did he cry?Have you repented?Are you desperate?Don't remember, don't remember.

The only thing I remember is the hands that hugged him from behind, covering his eyes.

Tang Song said to him: "Brother, don't look."

After a long, long time, he hugged the boy behind him with his backhand.Tightly, like a drowning person hugging a piece of driftwood tightly.Those turbulent, endless, sinful, hesitant, these emotions are all like nails in the end, and they will all be driven into his heart one by one.

When he was first diagnosed with this disease, his mother told him, Ah Sui, you are just sick and you are fine. Mom will take you to see a doctor. When you recover, nothing will happen.He used to think so too.It's like a little cold that happened many times in the past, and it will all be fine in a few days.but none.No.This is a terminal illness that will last the rest of my life.

He suddenly remembered the days when he was kidnapped.The doctor looked at him with fanaticism, "Strictly speaking, this is not hypopituitarism, it should be regarded as a mutation. If your case study is successful, the results will benefit the whole world. Human. And I'd be a medical myth."

It was a period of life that would have been worse than death. He lost one eye because of this, but was rescued later, and his mother chose a golden prosthetic eye for him.

His mother said: "Look, this golden eye is very beautiful." She held those prosthetic eyes gracefully, as if picking something, and looked at him without too much emotion, as if she was seeing something that lived with her For many years, but did not please her pet.

She said the prosthetic eye was beautiful, but she didn't come to ask him if it hurt.

He thought he hated his parents after all.It is a hidden and dormant emotion, and one day it finds an outlet and loses its reason.

When he smashed his mother's head to bleed, he actually felt a perverted pleasure in his heart.The temperature of the blood splashed on his face was so warm, as if he was loved by someone.A deep and intense sense of suffocation surged up, like a dying struggle.The mother's body on the ground was gradually cooling down.

The strength with which he hugged Tang Song was as if he wanted to crush all his bones and embed them in his arms, just like hugging the last bit of redemption tightly.Eyes closed, eyelashes trembling weakly, the smell of blood floating in the air without support.There was a nervous calm in his voice, he said to Tang Song: "I only have you."

I only have you.

only you.

So that's where it started.That's it from here.

Such a distorted possessive desire, but when did it start, and finally turned into such a bloody possessive desire?

He used so many cruel methods to get rid of all the people who had ties to Tang and Song Dynasties one by one.In fact, he was not like this at the beginning.At the beginning, he just paid close attention to the life of the child.What did you do every day, where did you go, and who did you meet.As if guarding the most important wealth, he was reluctant to let the other party suffer a little grievance.

But from one day onwards, there was such a person who frequently appeared in the life of Tang and Song Dynasties.Later, Tang Song told him, brother, I like someone.

That day he was sitting in the rattan chair with half-cold tea in his hand. He remembered that sentence so clearly until his death. Tang Song said, brother, I'm leaving.

After hearing this sentence at that time, he didn't speak for a long time, but only smiled softly after a long time.He said to Tang Song: "Okay. Then you come back at night, I have a gift for you."

When Tang Song left that day, when he closed the door, Tang Song saw the silhouette of Tang Sui sitting on the wicker chair through the crack of the door, such a thin touch, his heart trembled suddenly.He later found out in Tang and Song Dynasties, maybe it was a premonition or not.

That night, when Tang Song returned home, he smelled an extremely strong smell when he opened the door, so strong that it almost made people vomit.In the center of the hall stood Tang Sui, who stood quietly, as if he knew nothing about it, with a long and transparent glass jar in front of him.

After hearing the movement, Tang Sui looked back at him like this, with a strange smile on the 12-year-old face, Tang Sui said softly: "Are you here?" His voice was so soft that he seemed afraid of disturbing the sleeping People, he said, "Come and see. You liked him so much that I stuffed him. I'll take him to your room later—where do you want him to be?"

Tang Song's mind went blank for a moment.Turning his neck stiffly, he saw his dead lover in the glass coffin.The lover who kissed his palm just this morning and told him about the future.

Tang Sui looked at Tang Song and laughed.

--yes.You said you were leaving.

—But where are you going?

--where are you going.

——How could you want to leave me.

—My dear brother.My last and dearest relative in this world.

——How can you leave me.

The day he smashed his mother's head, he said to Tang Song, I only have you - I only have you.These five words are so good.Such sweet and hopeless words.These five words are his original sin and all the sins of the rest of his life.

But now at the last moment of life, at the last dying moment, Tang and Sui thought about the result of life, in fact, it would be good to die like this.You see, the last scene before death is lively enough, the sky is falling apart like a joyous scene.When Tang Song called, he probably had a premonition, but he didn't want to stop it from happening.

This last phone call before death could even be called warm—or maybe it was his wishful thinking.But Tang Song and he recalled some things in the past on the phone, which is enough, they haven't talked properly for a long time.Even if Tang Song said to him in the end, "I often wish you were dead."

dead.

It's never been that difficult.

—How easy it is to die alone.He has ended such a life with his hands, but he knows better than others that human life has always been such a fragile thing.There are so many ways to want to die alone, and it is such an easy thing to want to die alone.

He was led here, this ignited arsenal, amidst the bang and crack, he thought that his final death had cost a lot of money.At the temperature where the flesh and blood were burnt to ashes, he closed his eyes in relief. He had probably been waiting for this death, maybe he had always known that he had always had such a vague perception that one day he would be killed by Tang Song. Death, and he had rehearsed it many times in his heart, this time it was finally staged for real.

This burst of light and shadow is like a gorgeous fireworks.At the last moment of his life, Tang Sui remembered many things.Think of the dead "lover" in Tang and Song Dynasties.Was Tang and Song in love at that time happy?Because that person could make Tang Song, who was always half-true and half-fake in his smile at that time, show a real smile.

Tang Song had been entangled with different men for a long time, and his mother had trained his body to be inseparable from men, so the child almost had promiscuity with people with an attitude of indifference.He once kicked a man off a child's bed.In his heart, he always regards Tang and Song as a child.It seems that it will always be the child who does not know how long the memory lasts.He stood in front of Tang Song's bed, Tang Song looked up at him, the hickey marks on his body overlapped erotically, Tang Song didn't intend to hide it, just looked at him, and said with a smile: "Brother."

How did the two of them become like this?When I was young, the moonlight was like water.Then he inevitably thought of the young master of the Song family.If a person's appearance is good enough to see the extreme, that's probably it.When I was a child, Tang and Song looked good, and gave people the same impression.So he locked people up.Sometimes he often wants to lock up Tang and Song, hide people, and cut off all coveting.But his precious Tang Song, most of his almost painful memories came from the confinement his mother gave him, so how could he be willing to let Tang Song experience it?How could he be willing to lock him up.

It's about an empathy.He locked up the young master of the Song family.So it seemed that he had finally found the shadow of the child in his memory who would hold his hand and talk softly through the fence.He didn't think about the consequences of what he did.The mood at that moment was stable, as if a long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, as if guarding the past of a lost time.However, Tang and Song took people away.That night, he quietly watched the two people leave from behind, as if he was watching Tang Song who was already an adult, taking the young Tang Song away from him together.

How can it be?

——If I leave, I will kill you.

He killed Song Guan.That's right, the young master of the Song family.What he didn't dare to do to Tang and Song were all verified by Song Guan - if he left, he would kill you.

Such a desperate emotion, such a vicious emotion.Endless entanglement.But he was reluctant to die in Tang and Song Dynasties-so Song Guan could only die.

In a trance, he saw Tang Song for the first time.It was his 20th birthday.The father brought back a child from outside.Father said, this is Tang Song, your younger brother.The child stood beside his father with his head down, and when he looked up at him, he looked a little surprised.The two actually met this morning.

At that time, he stayed in the piano room all night without sleep. When the sky was white, he walked out of the door and passed the yard, just wanting to go back to the main house to get a stack of old piano scores.In the late winter, vines with withered green leaves climbed the old wall.The wind is blowing on the face, and it is also the cold of November.Then he heard some small noises and looked up.

Then he saw a child, riding on the top of the wall, looking like he was going to climb over the wall, but he didn't want to be seen straight, so he was very at a loss.He saw the child with a flower branch in his mouth.Such a bright red, on this pale winter day, was so bright that it hurt his eyes almost without warning.

These memories of the past, fragmented, are so clearly presented at the last moment of life.For example, the first song his mother taught him when he was young, and his father said "you are the best" to him.There was also the first time in my life that I went to an amusement park with my family, and I couldn’t finish eating the marshmallows. The beautiful cloud-like candies melted sticky on my hands, and they were oxidized from their original beautiful colors like rust.He wasn't sad when he saw the marshmallows that went bad before he could eat them, he just felt dazed.At that time, his mother comforted him and said, Mom will buy you another one.Yes, just buy another one.So easy to regain, so easy to comfort, so easy to promise.

All the memories have become so colorful that they can no longer be distinguished, like cotton candy sticking to the palm of the hand and melting.When he finally closed his eyes, Tang Sui seemed to hear the words Tang Song said while holding his hand - little brother.little brother.It's really cold outside.I feel so cold.

Hearing this sentence, he really felt a little cold, but he couldn't tell where he was, but he felt very tired, so he closed his eyes.Close your eyes and never wake up again.Without waking up, there is no need to know how long it is.

【End of the show】