Mysterious boy

The wind and rain were all silent, and the church was suddenly quiet, and there was no more excitement.

"Poor child, no matter how hard you try, no one will be willing to be with the monster." The deep and magnetic male voice filled every corner of the church, elegant and luxurious.

Aoki suddenly opened his eyes, and found that the entire church had already been swallowed by darkness.

"Who are you?" Aoki groped and stood up, looked around hard, but didn't see anyone.

"I am the only one who can relieve your pain." The voice still echoed, and the man who spoke seemed to be standing beside him.

Aoki continued to search, with a stubborn tone: "I don't have pain."

"But you can peek into the truest heart through their eyes." A flat tone without emotion.

"How did you... know?" The voice trembled slightly, with sadness in doubt.

"Because I am the one who understands you best, and I am the only one who understands your loneliness and fear. I will bear all your despair and anxiety for you, so are you willing to believe me?" In the darkness, an arm stretched out to Aoki, There is a warm glow in the palm of your hand.

In such a dark environment, Aoki finally saw the tall man standing in front of him clearly. He was wearing a black robe and a wide hat covering his face. Enchanting swings in the dark night.

Aoki remained silent for a long time, the breeze was blowing, the short silver-gray hair danced lightly, the deep black eyes radiated a faint cold light, the slender eyelashes shone with crystals, blinked slightly, and the unconcealable coolness still slid across the delicate face.

Looking up at the man who couldn't see his face clearly, he finally slowly raised his slender arms and put his delicate little hands in his warm and strong palms.

The man held it lightly, pulled his arm slightly, and then gently pulled Aoki into his arms, "I can punish those who have hurt you for you."

"I don't hate anyone, I just hate myself who is regarded as a monster by others." Aoki's eyes were already dim with tears.

"There is nothing wrong with you. Human beings are like this. When you point out his badness, the facts become the culprit that can destroy him. He is obviously unwilling to face up to the evil in his heart, but he wants to impose guilt on the truth." The man said with a smile. mocking tone.

"Then can you make me return to an ordinary person?" Aoki asked softly, with a bit more expectation in his tone.

"Actually, it's not difficult. The answer lies in yourself, as long as you can find it..." Before he finished speaking, the man disappeared before his eyes little by little.

Aoki looked around in a panic, but there was no sign of him anymore, "What did you find? Where did you go? What exactly do you want me to find? Don't leave!"

"Don't go!" The brain went blank for a moment, and there was a piercing buzzing sound in his ears. Aoki was taken aback, and suddenly opened his eyes. Nothingness, it turned out that everything was just a dream, and suddenly the sense of helplessness and loss swept over my body again.

The warm morning light shone on the boy's body, under the dazzling silver-gray short hair, a delicate face was unusually indifferent.

"I have such a strange dream because I think about it every day. I know that no one can change me, but I still strongly hope that there will be such a person in my heart." Aoki recalled the dream just now, and touched the knot on his neck unconsciously. clavicle chain.

It was a retro-looking ornament. The chain was woven with a black hemp rope. There seemed to be some incomprehensible patterns on the hemp rope, and the pendant inlaid in the center was more like an ancient jade. , as black as ink, with fine texture.

"Qingmu, are you still sleeping? Wake up." Suddenly a familiar voice came from outside the door, followed by a violent knock on the door, "Hurry up and open the door for me, I'm going to suffocate."

Aoki sighed, got up, put on his clothes, walked towards the door, and opened the anti-theft door with great reluctance.

A "turkey" suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, Aoki was stunned, apparently startled by the weird red hair, and was about to close the door immediately, but fortunately the turkey man reacted quickly, and quickly stepped into the door.

"How about it? Be shocked by my amazing hair color, it suits me so well." The turkey man had a proud expression on his face, "Even the barber said that not everyone can control it, listen What's the point? It's all because of my good looks."

"What did you just say that suffocated you?" Aoki looked at the passionate turkey in front of him very uncomfortable.

A face full of painful expressions immediately appeared in front of Aoki, "Yes, I'm going to the bathroom." Then, he rushed to the bathroom like flying, "Aoki, your toothpaste is almost gone, don't forget to buy it, and it's time to buy it. There is toilet paper, you should save more, tomorrow this bathroom needs to put some aromatherapy, someday..."

"Ling Dingyang, when will your bathroom be repaired?" Aoki is used to his nagging.

"I'm not going to fix it, it's always broken anyway." Ling Dingyang said indifferently.

Aoki leaned on the sofa, continued to close his eyes and meditate, "There is a public toilet downstairs in your house, is it more convenient than running to my house? What if I'm not at home one day?"

"As the saying goes, fat water doesn't flow into other people's fields, and besides, my buttocks don't work well in other places." Ling Dingyang walked out of the bathroom, with a hint of cunning in his big round eyes, "And your whereabouts I have every day." It’s all clear, don’t worry, I’m here prepared.”

Aoki finally showed a smile, "Good black hair, why turned it into a turkey?"

"Turkey?" Ling Dingyang raised his voice several decibels, "You have a sense of fashion, okay? If this skin is not so white and tender that water can be squeezed out, who can challenge this color?"

Aoki snorted coldly, "Of course I don't dare, I'm afraid of being stewed when I go out."

Ling Dingyang pouted, with a loveless expression, "Still turkey? This is too low, at least I have to be a fashionable firebird." As he spoke, he imitated Zeng Xiaoxian's cheap and sang, "If I were a firebird..."

Dancing Ling Dingyang cheered himself up, Aoki still closed his eyes silently, wondering what he was thinking about.

The sound of "pop" interrupted everything, the photo frame on the bookcase was accidentally knocked to the ground by the self-absorbed Ling Dingyang, Aoki immediately walked forward nervously, Ling Dingyang also panicked like a child who did something wrong.

"Qingmu, I'm sorry, I..." Ling Dingyang finally looked serious.

"It's nothing, it's just that the glass is broken." Aoki wiped the photo, it was a group photo of their family of three, but his father's head was torn off, so he didn't know what he looked like at all.

Ling Dingyang hurriedly cleaned up the broken glass on the ground, the atmosphere was already extremely heavy.

Aoki stared blankly at himself in the photo, and was somewhat puzzled, "Ling Dingyang, was my hair really black when I was young?"

"Of course, this photo was taken of your whole family not long after we met." Ling Dingyang looked at Aoki with some worry: "It's been half a year, and you still can't remember anything?"

"It's still just a blurry fragment before the age of eight, and I can't even remember what my parents looked like." Aoki's trembling hands gently touched the woman in the photo.

Ling Dingyang patted Aoki's shoulder, "Don't worry, didn't the doctor say that it's a miracle that you survived such a serious car accident, and the brain damage needs to recover slowly."