Reborn in the underworld, attacked and raped

Am I... dead?

Ding Ran felt that his body became lighter little by little, and the load from the ground below him gradually disappeared, and he was suspended in the void like this.Eyes, mouth, ears, hands and feet all seemed to not exist at all, but he could hear and see inexplicably.

He saw Lei Ting brutally killed his brother-in-law and sister, and then killed those innocent subordinates.The last mad dog, as everyone called it, finally did the craziest and most unexpected thing in his life—raised the gun to his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"You're dead, I can't continue to live." These were the most plain yet sincere, decisive yet tragic love words in Lei Ting's life.

In fact, Ding Ran already knew his position in Lei Ting's heart. He just didn't know how to face Lei Ting's arbitrary and willful love. The way... how to go on.

If in the past, I loved him as boldly as Lei Ting loved himself, didn't resist every hug, didn't hesitate every word of love, and didn't avoid every opportunity to join hands with others, would everything be different?Will Lei Ting become the tyrannical, unscrupulous, murderous lunatic he is today?Will he still trample on life like a mustard?

The gunfire sounded, and the whole world dimmed, getting darker and darker, and finally, it fell into a dark silence.

A long time, a long time, as if 100 years later, in this endless darkness, a beam of light appeared, under the light and shadow, an eight or nine-year-old boy was waving his arms far away.His hair was naturally curly, and he looked mischievous and stubborn. His small dark face was covered by sweat and stains, and his clothes were crumpled. There was only a smile, which was incomparably pure and brilliant.He yelled loudly: "Skinny monkey, come and play! Skinny monkey, come and play! Skinny monkey..." Even if there was no response, he still yelled persistently.

Such a voice, such a smile, such a title, how many years have they disappeared?

"Curly... poodle..." Ding Ran couldn't help but moved the toe of his shoe, but he didn't have the courage to step out.At this time, a thin figure broke away from his body, and rushed towards Little Thunder enthusiastically.That was my six-year-old self, the little Ding Ran who was full of fear and rejection of the whole world, but not afraid of thunder.

Scenes of the past 20 years, like meteorites pouring down, one after another with raging flames, hit the city of memory that Ding Ran had worked so hard to seal.

At the age of eight or nine, Lei Ting was the object of rejection and rejection by the whole street.He is an orphan, raised in the shantang of the Tongsheng Association, eats a variety of meals, wears a variety of clothes, wears a handsome little curly hair every day, makes troubles, fights, and enjoys himself.At that time, he had not yet developed a broad shoulder and a strong fist, but he had a mouth full of sharp teeth. He couldn't hit others, so he rushed forward and bit them tightly, no matter how much he was kicked and beaten, he would not let go until the opponent was bitten to bloody blood. Kneel down and beg for mercy.Soon, he became a notorious mad dog on Dongsantiao Avenue.

Lei Ting's father used to be one of Master Ding's underlings. His most brilliant record was once single-handedly singled out more than [-] members of the opponent's gang, and escaped unscathed.The man was strong and silent, with the same curly black hair as Thunder.His wife was a small, gentle woman with large shining eyes.Such a family is so perfect that it is enviable.

Until that time, when the gang wanted to assassinate an important government official, Lei Ting's father won the lottery with his signature.Before leaving, he kissed his wife and son and told them he would return safely.The wife smiled and said that she would go out to meet an old classmate in the afternoon, and then go to the vegetable market to buy fresh keel and make soup for him.That gentle woman is always concerned about her husband, thinking that the weather is hot and dry, so she should moisturize her.

Everything was going smoothly, they were lying in ambush on the way the officials had to go home, a locomotive rushed out suddenly and stopped the opponent's car, Lei Ting's father rushed in from the side, flanked by both sides, a burst of random gunfire, and killed Everyone in the car.When he opened the car door to make the final confirmation, he suddenly found that his wife was sitting in the back seat with the official's wife. She had been shot several times and was already dead. In the evening, boil soup for him.

Lei Ting's father went crazy just like that. I don't know if it was because he was born with bloodthirsty genes, or if his wife's death stimulated his nerves.That night, with guns and bullets in his pocket, he rushed up Dongsantiao Avenue, killing anyone he saw.The brothers in the gang killed and injured dozens of people unsuspectingly.In the end, Master Ding led people to force him into an alley and shot him dead with his own hands.

For Lei Ting, Master Ding was kind enough to bring him back to the Shantang and be raised by the gang.But after all, he bears the blood debt of many innocent people who died tragically, and his father's crazy and brutal blood also flows in his body.So people hated and feared and loathed him.There is no child in any family who is willing to play with him, and no adult will greet him with care.Even Master Ding has always been afraid of him because he killed his father with his own hands.

Later, he followed Ding Ran and followed Ding Ran's butt every day, yelling, "Hey, that skinny monkey, let's play together!"

It's not that Ding Ran treats him very well, nor is it that Ding Ran has any special features, it's just because, among all the children, only Ding Ran doesn't spit and curse when he approaches: "Bah, get away!" , son of a murderer!"

Ding Ran, six years old, is a little autistic.Except for my parents, I rarely communicate with anyone.He didn't dare to look into other people's eyes, and stubbornly stuck to the same schedule, refusing to make any changes.I often run to the back alley alone, staring intently at the wheels of passing vehicles, and it takes a whole afternoon.

Whenever at this time, Lei Ting would come uninvited, wandering to his side, and talking nonsense to himself: "Skinny monkey, look over there, the ants are moving, don't you know, the ants are moving because it's going to rain ...Skinny Monkey, did you watch cartoons last night? Phantom Superman defeated the Great Demon King of the Deep Sea, but he ran out of energy and sank to the bottom of the sea...Skinny Monkey, I heard that at the intersection over there, there lived a headless When it rains, the evil spirits come out to stop the car and say woo woo, I want to go home..."

Ding Ran carefully kept a distance of five floor tiles from him, neither answered nor looked at him.It seemed that the person standing next to him was an invisible person.

Such a funny but tacit situation was broken one evening.A few half-children surrounded their so-called boss in groups, yelled and passed by this alley, and walked in front of Ding Ran, seeing that the little guy had no intention of giving way at all, thinking that his dignity had been challenged, Push Ding Ran away.Ding Ran's thin and small one was pushed to the ground and rolled around twice, sat up and stared blankly at the pedestrians.The punks thought he was unconvinced and rushed over to beat him.Unexpectedly, Lei Ting, who was a few steps away, howled and rushed forward, and he couldn't help but move his hands.With his reckless style of play, the opponents who were aggressive and bluffed quickly fled.He himself was also injured on his forehead, and there was a big inch-long gash, and blood gushed out.

Lei Ting wiped off the blood on his face with his dirty hands, and faced Ding Ran with a nonchalant smile.He was very happy, he protected his only friend-although the other party never admitted it.

The next day, as usual, Lei Ting came to Ding Ran who was staring at the wheels. This time, Ding Ran did not avoid, but silently took out a bottle of wound ointment from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, dipped it with his fingers, and applied it on the Thunder still oozes blood from the wound.Lei Ting didn't say anything, he pursed his lips tightly and tried his best to bear it for a while, when suddenly big tears rolled down from his eyes.

Ding Ran was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and whispered to his fingertips covered in ointment: "Does it hurt? Let's be gentle." Lei Ting burst into tears with a "wow".

That afternoon, everyone who passed the back alley would see this scene: a dirty boy of eight or nine years old, crying like no one else, and opposite him stood a younger child, looking at him calmly. He seemed to be comforting silently.The sun shone on the two small figures, reflecting the hazy golden halo, so serene and peaceful, as if in the years, a picture scroll with simple strokes but sincere emotions, even after many years of honing, it is timeless and fresh.

Lei Ting had cried enough, and he swore to Ding Ran: "Skinny Monkey, I, Lei Ting, have no relatives, no brothers, and no friends. From now on, you are the only one! No matter what, you are the only one!"

Ding Ran was silent, silent, when Lei Ting was about to despair, he mustered up the courage to raise his head, looked into Lei Ting's eyes and said, "My name is Ding Ran."