Supreme pardon

Xiangyang and Xiangyue's father had passed away a few years ago, and their mother was a garbage man, and died not long after giving birth to them.

In recent years, Xiangyue has become more and more outstanding. There are not many women in the gathering place, and even fewer are suitable for marriage. Originally, according to Xiangyue's conditions, marrying Feilong is also a good choice, but unfortunately, Feilong is staring at her with all her heart and eyes. On Wen Xing.

Feilong's father was the village head, seeing his son no longer interested in women, his mind gradually became active. His spouse had been dead for many years, and he couldn't bear to be lonely.

But he was more than forty years earlier, even in terms of the maximum life expectancy, it is hard to say how many years he can live, five years at most?And what about my sister?Remarry again?To be traded like a commodity, to be traded?Like my own mother back then?Xiang Yang was unwilling to say anything, but what could he do.

In the past few years, it was easy to evade, but as the younger sister became more and more outstanding, Feilong's father became more and more serious.

Some collective materials were embezzled, so forget it. Thinking about Wenren Jue, you can go out alone to ask for a living, why can't you?And relying on a gun as a reliance, but no experience in activities in the forest, he walked a little farther and almost died.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang's complexion was surprisingly pale. It was obvious that someone said it like this. Although the other party didn't use a mocking tone, his anger still erupted uncontrollably.

"Shut up!" He roared angrily and took a step forward, raising his fist.

The person on the opposite side raised his head slowly, as if he didn't notice the anger of the person in front of him, he slowly raised his eyelids, and just stared at him, the pupils of his eyes were so dark that he could hardly see the kernels of his eyes.

Xiang Yangrao froze even under the rage, he still had the feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake even though Wen Ren Jue hadn't moved at all.

Xiang Yang stopped moving and stood still.

Wen Ren Jue still stared at him quietly for a while.

Turned around without saying a word and walked away.

Seeing that Ren Jue turned around, Xiang Yang slowly loosened the hand that was clenched on his chest, and then hung it to his side. After thinking and thinking, he looked at the figure in front of him and said, "If you still want to see Elder An, Just go back quickly."

Wen Renjue didn't look back, and continued to walk forward with his back, only a hoarse voice came, "What do you mean?"

"I came out early in the morning. He was dying at that time. You know that the village won't let the garbage man die in the house. He has already been carried to the cave at the back of the mountain."

Suddenly clenched his hands, Wen Renjue's fingertips turned white, he didn't reply, and ran towards the gathering place.

Although I know that An Lao's time is not long, but I always think that I can be with me for a few more days. I never thought that the farewell came so quickly.

A kind of fear and loneliness suddenly appeared in my heart. From now on, is it only me?

Although Mr. An is not his family, and he is not very affectionate to him, he always thought that there is still a place to return to, and a place to heal his wounds.

People always need some sustenance to live.

It was rare to be a little flustered, Wen Renjue was afraid that he would lose even the last farewell.

Old man, can he survive until he returns?

When he ran near the gathering place, Wen Renjue stumbled when he was stumbled by a vine that suddenly stretched out. After entering the gathering place, although he ran like a flash, he still heard many people's exclamations along the way, and disappeared. month, everyone was surprised that he could come back.

He avoided those who wanted to question him, and rushed to the foot of the mountain behind Gathering Village.

What a small cave... It's actually just a depression between two earthy mountains behind the village.

The carcasses of wild beasts and dying human beings were thrown there, left to fend for themselves, and left to rot.

In a small mountain depression, bones are everywhere, there is a kind of purple flower bone blooming gorgeously among the bones, Wen Renjue kicked away a half-rotten piece of meat, looking for it in the middle.

Not far away, between two human bones that were about to rot, Wen Renjue saw a gray robe move, and then a low cough came into his ears.

Feeling his heart being pinched for a moment, Wen Renjue saw clearly that Mr. An was facing another dirt mountain, unable to move anymore, his outstretched right hand was just resting on the human bone where the flesh was still rotting.

The other party didn't realize that he was coming.

Wen Renjue stopped in his tracks, just stood there, and watched quietly for a while.

He wanted himself to remember the scene, the sight of such powerlessness and the turmoil of emotion deep inside him.

"Old An, I'm back." Finally, he stepped forward.

"Uh..." The robe on the stomach suddenly trembled, but it was already difficult to make a human voice.

Wen Renjue squatted down, lifted the old man from the ground, and let him lie face up on his lap.

The robe fell off, revealing the face of the old man, with bloodstains from friction on his withered face, his cloudy and lifeless eyes fell on Wen Renjue's face, and his lips moved.

Still no sound.

Wen Renjue took out a bottle of potion from his waist bag and poured it into the old man's bruised lips. The potion flowed out, and it seemed that Mr. An didn't even have the strength to swallow it.

Wen Renjue wanted to give up, but tears suddenly rolled down in Mrs. An's dark eyes.

After a pause, Wen Ren Jue still stretched out his hand, grabbed An Lao's jaw, and forcibly poured the potion into it.

This potion was prepared by Mr. An, and he said that if he drank it when he was seriously injured, it would give you back a few breaths.

Wen Ren Jue has never drank it, and I don't know how it works.

He slid down his Adam's apple, and after a while, the old man's eyes seemed to light up again, "You... are back..."

The voice was still only in the throat, Wen Renjue had to lower his head to the old man's lips, and put his ears on it.

"Hmm." Responded with a word in a low voice.

"Little... kid... why don't you cry..."

Still maintaining that movement, Wen Renjue's eyes fell into the distance blankly, without focus, and said: "I have thought that there will be such a day."

"Heh..." I don't know if it was a flash of light, but Mr. An seemed to have strength again. He slowly stretched out his rotten hand to press Wen Renjue's shoulder, and hissed: "I hate..."

There was blood mixed with pus staining Wen Renjue's clothes, but he didn't care, just like he didn't care about the rotten breath on the old man.

"Everyone...says that a person can let go of all resentment before death, but I still can't... the more painful I am, the more I can't let go, boy Wen... I come from the main star of the 'extragalactic galaxy' - Liuyi star. I used to be Sidr A member of the research laboratory of the pharmaceutical company under the Fan family is a chief researcher who is respected by everyone, until... I, the medicine I delivered to the front line made a mistake and caused a disease, but...but it was manipulated Mother liquid for hands and feet! It's not my research result...cough...it's not..."

"They...they...judged me, saying that I was bribed by the Vanish tribe, that I killed many humans."

The old man was convulsing, Wen Renjue calmly pressed down on the trembling hand of the other party, and said, "That's why you were exiled here."

This is the past that Mr. An never talked about.

The old man was crying, his crying was choked, but there were no tears, and he couldn't cry at all.

"I don't want myself to forget... where I... come from."

Wen Renjue lowered his head and looked at An Lao's ears. One ear was gone, the blood seemed to be drained, and the wound was so festering that it was neat like a knife edge.

With dark eyes, he lowered his voice: "I will avenge you."

The tone is decisive, and it seems that the result is beyond doubt.

Old An's pupils tried to concentrate, and wanted to take a last look at the child, but the scattered light gradually disappeared from his eyes. He seemed to want to shake his head, but he turned his head slightly, but only left a slight murmur: "This...dirty It would be nice if the world could be burned..."

Wen Renjue didn't move, maintaining that posture, as if he didn't care about the gradually cold and stiff body of the old man in his arms, he just silently raised his head and looked at the blue sky.

It is a good weather, in midsummer, the sky is as clear as washing, and the sky is boundless. Under the blue sky and white clouds, there are spots of sunlight jumping on the branches and leaves at the top of the rolling trees in the distance.

The living environment of the earth is harsh, but the ecological environment is surprisingly good.

Slowly lowering the old man in his arms, the slipping robe allowed him to see clearly the old man's pussy body.

Garbage people are like this. They started to rot before they died, and died after being tortured. Although Mr. An has been using drugs to suppress his own decay, he looks better than other garbage people, but when he is about to die, all the previously suppressed death images emerge. out, as if laughing at this human struggle.

Finally... nothing to worry about.

Looking around, Wen Renjue wondered if he should find a place to bury Mr. An. After all, human beings pay attention to burrowing into the ground, but seeing the scattered and digged soil around, there are often wild animals looking for dead bodies to eat in this place at night. Buried here won't help either.

Standing up, Wen Renjue looked down at the old man for a few minutes, and finally walked away. The emotional surge was only for a moment, and everything was a foregone conclusion. No matter how much emotion, it was meaningless.

Avoiding people all the way, he returned to his own house. He said it was a house, but in fact it was just a small shed barely built with plastic skins. Scrape it away, but he still needs to take away some of the "trash" in it.

Yes, take away.

After An Lao died, he couldn't think of a reason to continue procrastinating here.

There are not many things in the "room", just some bottles and cans given by Mr. An. Wrap these things with cloth and tie them on your back. Wen Renjue stooped to get out, and disappeared into the forest without looking back. .

The author has something to say: The handsome protagonist Shuang Geng was drawn for Xiaosansan. ~!

The protagonists of many Wenwen will change their personalities as soon as they get an adventure, cold-blooded and domineering--

But I think, for Wen Ren Jue, the nature is fixed, (every small thing in the early stage is to pave the way for this a little bit) I don't really like the kind of person who suddenly becomes a different person after getting an adventure.That kind of feeling is not getting an adventure but being replaced with a soul, ha~

I don't believe that a "wretch" who gets an adventure can become a "hero" or overlord.

For the protagonist of this article, the amount of energy may only determine his "ferocity".