father

For an orphan, especially an orphan in District [-], the name has always been given by oneself, because there is no expectation, an expectation given by an existence called "parent".The death rate of orphans in District [-] is very high. Before they grow up, they are a kind of burden. No one is willing to carry this group of burdens. Therefore, Old Man Nie who has adopted so many orphans is simply an incredible existence.

The grown-up orphans will all leave, and before they leave, they will give themselves a new name in the tradition of the orphans of District [-], symbolizing their new, independent beginning in District [-].Only him, old man Nie couldn't drive him away, he was like a rogue clinging to old man Nie, even brazenly begging for a name.A name is an expectation, and he wants to know what old man Nie's expectation is.

Old man Nie couldn't wear him down. After a half full lunch, old man Nie smoked his pipe, his eyes fixed on the shelf for a long time. There was a black book that was about to fall off the page. Write the name of the book.

Then, old man Nie said to him:...bog...brat, from now on you will be called...just be called Bigu.

From then on, he had the name - Nie Bogu.

After a long, long time, he learned that the name of the book was "The Bible", and he learned that Bogu—bog—meaned God in Old Earth Russian—it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, "God" listen He looks especially mighty and domineering, isn't everyone respecting him as "God" when they call him by name?

But he also knew that Nie was a homonym for "nothing" in the Russian language of the ancient earth, and he realized that his name interpreted a sentence that couldn't be simpler: there is no god.

He had no idea why the old man Nie, who had believed in Christianity all his life, gave him such a "rebellious" name. That name and that belief formed an incomparable irony to reality.

The only ones who know his name are the orphans of the same period as him. Others have always called him "Fatty", the brand of the seventh district.And now, here, he heard that familiar yet unfamiliar name again.

"...Nie Bogu!"

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Behemos squatted in the corner, listening to the sound of footsteps and cursing going away.He rolled his gray eyes, feeling the heavy weight in the pocket, and a mocking and disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Tch, that stinky old man doesn't even look at how old he is, can that thing still work, and he still wants me to serve him just because he looks like he's about to go into the coffin? !

The boy whistled, walked out from the shadow in the corner, and walked back happily.

Although the old man is not a few catties, but the weight of the purse is quite good, it is enough for my mother and him to rest for a few weeks, next time it will be difficult to meet such a fat sheep...

The sound of chaotic footsteps gradually approached again, Behemos cursed in a low voice, and then started to run into the alley.Familiarity with the terrain gave Behemos the confidence to get rid of the group of people, and he could walk out of the maze-like alleys with his eyes closed.

After a turn, Behemos accidentally bumped into someone.The pleasant smell flashed past the tip of his nose, and Bechymos reflexively pushed the opponent away before he had time to think about it, but he didn't expect that the opponent didn't move at all, and he fell backwards due to the huge reaction force.

The next moment, he was supported.Bechymos' eyes were wide open, the tip of his nose was full of that pleasant smell, his heart was beating so fast, he didn't know if it was because he was frightened or something.

"Please be careful." A hoarse and sexy voice sounded above Behemos's head, Behemos looked up as if tempted, and then froze.

The person in front of him was wearing a black and white tuxedo, handsome, handsome like an ancient Greek god, always with a gentle smile on his face, and his curly blond hair seemed to be shining.Bechymos quickly lowered his head as if his eyes were stung. For the first time, he felt ashamed and humble. The blond young man on the opposite side was so handsome and handsome that he didn’t seem like a person from this world—at least in his world. , he has never seen someone so dazzling that he was shocked.

The hand that had been wearing a white glove appeared in Behemoth's lowered vision, and then his chin was gently but forcefully lifted.The handsome deacon carefully looked at Behemoth's face, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise in that smiling face that hadn't changed for thousands of years.Bechymos felt that his face was about to burn, but he still had an awkward sense of refusal to admit defeat, and he stared at the other person's face that could be said to be a masterpiece of God.

"you……"

"..."

Arrogance put down his hand and smiled at the boy in front of him.

"Excuse me, did you get hurt? I'm sorry." The blond deacon lowered his voice, extremely gentle: "If I hurt your lovely face, I can't forgive myself."

Behemos bit his lip, seeming to have forgotten the language.The footsteps behind him gradually approached, and a little panic flashed in Behemos' eyes.Reason told him to run away quickly, but the slightest reluctance made him unable to move at all.Arrogance also noticed the footsteps, and he showed a comforting smile to the extremely nervous boy.

"Is there any trouble? As compensation, please let me solve it for you."

Behemoth watched Pride walk around the corner, but couldn't say anything.The footsteps stopped behind the wall, then turned away almost the next moment.Behemos subconsciously ran around the corner and looked inside.

The blond-haired deacon stood in the darkness, and his whole body was contrasted by the darkness like a master of darkness. He turned his head and smiled at the wide-eyed Behemoth.

"Please don't worry, they won't bother you anymore."

"...I didn't ask you to help me!"

Bechymos bit his lip, he obviously didn't want to say that, but he couldn't control his mouth at all.Fortunately, the other party didn't mind, and the other party smiled indifferently: "It's okay, it's my honor to serve you."

"...What are you doing on Red Light Street? You are not from the seventh district." Behemos held back for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to say the following "I can help you if necessary".For the first time, he really wanted to get close to someone he liked so much, but he was afraid of being bored by him.Behemoth looked at his pants that were about to have holes, and suddenly felt very frustrated.

"Your wayward father, come out." The blond deacon's magnetic voice seemed to be stained with helplessness: "I'm chasing after his footsteps."

For a moment, Bechymos seemed to see the bloodthirsty expression on the opponent's face as if he was chasing and biting his prey, but when he looked at him next time, he could only find helplessness with pampering.

"I, I'm very familiar with this place..." Behemos said after a while, as if squeezing toothpaste.

"Thank you." The blond deacon thanked him gently, then tilted his head to listen to something.Then, he showed an indescribable smile.

"I found him." Standing arrogantly in front of Bechymos, his outstretched hand seemed to want to touch the boy's face. Bechymos closed his eyes in fright, but did not run away.

"So, I look forward to meeting you next time."

Bechymos only felt a gust of wind blowing with a pleasant smell, and when he opened his eyes, there was no sign of that person.

As if in an unrealistic dream, Bechymos felt a little lost. After staring at the darkness where the man disappeared for a long time, he shook his somewhat dizzy head and started to walk back.Behemos felt a little frustrated and lost, at least, at least he should have asked that person's name.

The man said that he came to find his father...

Behemoth bit his lip, his mood suddenly turned bad, he hated that term.His mother was a prostitute, and he had no idea why she gave birth to him.For a prostitute, not to mention that a child is a complete burden, whether she can maintain her figure after giving birth is related to her survival. After struggling to survive in the red light district for so long, this dark order has already penetrated into her bones.For Behemoth, the father is nothing more than a sperm provider, nothing more.

He could already see the door of his own house, and the heavy feeling in his pocket made him feel happy again.Bechymos stepped forward and opened the door, and shouted happily: "Mom, today is..."

Behemos was stunned, because there were two people in the family, besides his mother, there was also a man.The man was unbelievably white, wearing a black robe, and the red moles at the corners of his eyes carried a sense of fatality, as if burning all the sense of existence of the man to highlight its seductive temptation.

The man looked at Bechymos staring at him, looking flustered and bewildered, his eyes wandering around, but he still mustered up the courage to come to Bechymos.

"Are you... Behemos..." The black-robed man's voice was particularly cautious, even flattering: "First, first time meeting..."

Behemoth was stunned.

"...I...I am your father..."