Donglin [Quick Travel]

"I said, don't come to me again."

The boy turned his head impatiently, and threw the fruit basket handed to him on the ground, too lazy to look at the person again.

"Hey kid, you're not happy with my uncle giving you money, are you? Don't you still have to go to school? Take it!"

The person talking to the boy was a young man with yellow hair, he looked like a bad bastard, and his tone was extremely arrogant.

Seeing that the young man was just looking at him stubbornly, with his hands behind his back, he knew that he was determined not to accept the money. He rolled his eyes and said, "Look, I've been talking for a long time, and I'm thirsty. Help me!" Pour a glass of water, and I'll leave after drinking."

Seeing his insistence, Dong Lin only wanted him to drink water and leave quickly. He didn't want to have too deep contact with anyone now.

Seeing the boy turned and entered the back room, the bastard whistled and turned his head to look at the interior of the room. This was the first time that the boy came to see him after he moved.

The walls are yellowed, the gray skin on the corners has peeled off, the windows are sealed with a few old newspapers, and most of the furniture in the room is from when he first saw him.

Even though he changed his place of residence, the boy still took these things with him, sorted them out and put them in the house to make the best use of them.

The whistle stopped, and the yellow-haired bastard looked a little helpless. It seemed that his little benefactor was still living in poverty, but he was still so stubborn that he refused to accept anything from him.

When Dong Lin came out with a ceramic bowl, Huang Mao was sitting on a chair with his knees up, and whistled when he saw him come out.

"Little benefactor, you look more and more beautiful."

With a snap, Dong Lin put the bowl down heavily, "Get out after drinking."

"Well!" Huang Mao was not angry, he drank it with a gleeful smile, and put the rolled money in his hand on the table, "Water money."

"You! Take it back!"

Dong Lin seemed annoyed on his face, but the bastard knew that he just didn't know how to express it, so he gave him a step down, and ran out laughing, shouting as he ran, "I don't want what I give you!" Come back Li'er, besides, I'm not the kind of ungrateful thing."

"Pfft..." Forget it, just take it if you give it.

Dong Lin was actually amused by his words. The young man who hadn't smiled for a long time had a surprise in his smile. He was no longer as stiff as usual. This time his smile was extremely real, as if melting ice and snow. However, such a warm smile was obviously not It suits Donglin's character, but it's hard to find traces just for a moment.

"Wait, you..."

Looking at the hundreds of dollars neatly placed on the table, he suddenly thought of something, and chased after him. After receiving the money, he must give him a thank you.

Opening the door to welcome the outside world, Dong Lin narrowed his eyes comfortably and paused for a moment, as if he hadn't breathed fresh air for a long time.

There seemed to be something noisy outside the door, and Dong Lin suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

The person who was still smiling just now has died at the intersection of the street, surrounded by circles of people, it is said that they were hacked to death by random knives, and the corpses were chopped and sticky...

With his left foot back before landing, his eyelashes trembled, his face withdrew the last trace of expression, lowered his eyes, turned and entered the room.Now he has to wonder if he is possessed by the god of death, or if he is cursed by someone to be lonely forever.

I don't know whether to laugh at myself or accept fate, I always feel a little empty, but the hand holding the money is tight.

"Boss, boss, let's go."

Da Zhuang's unique loud voice made Chi Yuan frowned, and he squinted his eyes to see more clearly. If he didn't see it, the person who just ran past should be—Vesilier!

I haven't seen him since he disappeared five years ago.

Da Zhuang has been with Chi Yuan for so many years, watching him change from a small gangster to a gangster boss who dominates a party, he still doesn't know what the other party wants.

Money, beauties, power, he likes them all, but this kind of love is too thin to withstand the ravages of time, except for this young man named Donglin.

He originally thought that the two had a deep hatred, even killing his parents didn't touch him at all, he just cleaned up the people around him bit by bit, watching each other's pain but being indifferent.

"Let's go, he doesn't remember me."

Dong Lin closed the door and leaned against the door wearily. The familiar furnishings in the room did not make him feel at ease.It seems that everything in the eyes has lost its original color, the roof is rising higher and higher, the walls are becoming distorted, everything is strange and strange.

Caressing a book with her fingers, she was silent for a long time before she opened it and wrote down what happened today with a pen.

Another one died, he was a little sad, but this feeling was not too strong, it was as painless as his immature pet ran away.

It's still as good as this, if every death of a person hurts his heart, then he will have no fun in this life.

After finishing writing, he flipped through the previous content, which is what he would do every time.

He doesn't like keeping a diary, but it's necessary.When he was ten years old, he had a serious illness. After waking up, he seemed to have forgotten many things. Besides, some fragments that did not belong to his life experience often emerged.

In the dream, there are countless people walking around, but they can't see their faces clearly, and they can't hear their voices. They never stop, like passing by in a hurry, life is like a journey against the sky, and the world is in a flash.

He was beginning to lose his memory of some things, not just before his illness but some of the more recent ones, but he remembered others so well that he didn't think he was ill.

Opening a diary is like reading someone else's story.

Since he left home that day, he didn't go back to the orphanage, and he can't remember the specific reason. Later, he found a bridge hole by himself, stole a few pieces of building materials to block the hole, and considered that he had a place to live.

He wanted to work part-time, but no one dared to recruit him because he was too young, and he didn't want to go back to the orphanage, so he could only sleep under the bridge at night and pick up leftovers from other people's food during the day.

He didn't expect to find the injured person at the entrance of the cave, and he didn't want to take him back, but he just felt that this happened a long time ago, and he couldn't remember how long ago.

Probably it was also a dream. The self in the dream was unrestrained and unrestrained. In order to become the self in the dream, he saved him. After he got better, he became a gangster, with yellow hair and doing some illegal things.

With Huang Mao's relationship, he found a job washing dishes in a small restaurant, five hours a day, one yuan per hour, and went to school the rest of the time, the government's free quota, and slept under the bridge at night, and that's it. two years.

At the age of 12, he entered junior high school. At that time, tuition fees could no longer be waived. Donglin had been to black workshops, moved bricks to construction sites, distributed leaflets in his spare time, and worked until the early hours of the morning for money.

In order to save electricity bills, Donglin worked under the dim lights of the factory, where there were workers who worked all night, and the light was too dim, so he cried when he saw a brighter place.

In order to save time, the steamed buns I bought in the morning can be eaten for a whole day, and it is already two o'clock in the evening when I finish my homework. At this time, my body is already exhausted, my mind is in a mess, and I feel groggy and vomiting. I was so tired that I couldn't fall asleep. In the morning, in order to get more sleep, I bought a few steamed buns to eat on the way, and hurried to the classroom. After a long time, my stomach couldn't take it anymore.

In order to stay awake in class, I pinched my thighs and grabbed my arms over and over again, from grinning at the beginning to numbness at the end...

Dong Lin closed the book without any other expression on his face. If he said that he was really miserable back then, he doesn't feel any more now.With his eyes lowered, he seemed to dig out the memories from the depths, these memories that he himself had forgotten, so it turned out that he grew up like this.

Fortunately, it became easier after high school. The state has subsidies, and he has been working part-time. It is just a high-intensity job. Long-term malnutrition has made him very tired, like a little old man who is prematurely aging Same.

Life at that time was dark, but it was a pity that he was so busy that he didn't have time to seek death, and he developed an inner rebellion. The sky can't let me die, so what else can dominate me?

He didn't die, but the people around him disappeared one by one. Regarding this, he had no other thoughts.I just don't know who will die next.

"Boss, lighter!"

"Here, one dollar."

Dong Lin took out an ordinary-looking lighter from the shelf and handed it to the man, and he couldn't help but glance at it when he gave it to him.

This is undoubtedly a very outstanding man, with a firm outline, as handsome as the Greek sculptures Dong Lin had seen before.It's just that the hair is a little messy, and the clothes are not very particular.

The man took it with a smile, and handed him a crumpled banknote, all the while staring into his eyes.

This kind of gaze is not like the appreciation of the little girls who always make him feel a little bored on weekdays, but it contains a kind of incomprehensible emotion, which is so heavy that it almost overflows.

Dong Lin looked away from him, "Guest, it's done."

Vecilier put the things in his pocket, and sighed in his heart, it doesn't matter if you don't remember, if there is no pain, there will be no resentment.

Dong Lin looked at the back of him leaving, did he forget something?

But it doesn't matter anymore, people who can't remember, things that can't remember, just treat it as never existed, his world is only his own.

"Peng!"

Vesilier had just turned a corner and swung a punch. Although he was powerful, he didn't have the physical fitness to dodge it.

There was a dull pain in his temple, and his eyes suddenly turned black, and he fell to the ground with stars in his eyes, and his whole body was a little dazed.

The soles of the black leather shoes knocked on the road, a man walked slowly, he raised his head bluntly, but was stepped on the face by the man, and the things in his hands were snatched away.

"Hehe, Chi Yuan."

Chi Yuan watched the man under his feet condescendingly. The once honorable god had bruises around his eyes and frictional wounds on his forehead. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he still smiled, noble as a king, if you ignore his twisted five fingers.

Chi Yuan raised his eyebrows. He seemed to remember that he broke it with the back of a knife five years ago. He likes to draw, so he broke his five fingers.

He locked Vesilier in the basement he used to imprison his opponents, and prepared to test the ten tortures he had seen before on him.

Without him, I just felt that life was too boring, but I lost interest after being locked up. I don't know how much ten tortures were used. Gradually, I forgot about this person. I didn't expect him to escape.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Vecilier's meaningless expression, he exerted some force on his feet.

"Hiss, it hurts." Vexili grinned suddenly, and Chi Yuan let go of his feet in satisfaction.

"I really should let the God of Light see you now, his pious worshiper, crawling under the feet of darkness like a dog."

Vesilier brushed off the dust from the corner of his clothes noncommittally, "My heart is still bright, and my body is still righteous." He pressed his hands on his chest as if swearing, his face was full of piety and integrity, he would not care about this A brief defeat, as a light, even if it is low in the dust, it is still a light.

Chi Yuan couldn't help but sneered, "Oh, hypocritical justice, a murderous god?"

When he saw the instant change in Vesilier's eyes, he knew he had guessed right.