Heartbreaker

Not long after, the deformed little boy was taken away.The person who came to lead him was an old butler dressed in elegant clothes, who looked like he came from the manor of some high-class nobleman.The boy happily waved goodbye to Messiah, followed the old butler and left the courtyard with a bouncing bouncing.

Finally, when there was no one around Messiah, I set up my crouching legs and was about to step out of the bushes again, when a few monks in white robes came from the other side of the path, standing in front of Messiah. Chattering about something.The Messiah listened solemnly, then stood up, and left with the monks.

"..."

I stood alone in the shadow of the bushes, looking at the plain white figure that was fading away, I felt a little uncomfortable.

The milky white hut was hidden under the shade of a thick green tree. I climbed to the nearest tree, jumped to the balcony, and pushed the windowpane lightly, and it pushed away.With an indescribable excitement, I got into the Messiah's room and began to look carefully at this bedroom that I hadn't paid attention to carefully.The flaxen-colored wooden floor is smooth and flat, and a velvet bed is placed near the window, with beige draperies hanging on both sides.On the desk beside me, I saw a series of Braille books such as "Utopia", "Let's Talk about Utopia", "Questions and Answers of the Soul" and so on. Letters, contemplating the picture of reading.

In addition, there is a piece of drawing paper on the table, and a small piece of charcoal next to it.Taking advantage of the last twilight in the evening, I opened the drawing paper and saw a strange bust on the back.

It showed an ugly, rather teenager-like figure, holding a lyre, with a despicable fragility in his air, and disheveled hair draped over his shoulders.That face was full of pits and scars, as if stung by a wasp, it was so sad that it was almost tearful, but there was a strange joy in the eyes, making people wonder whether he was smiling or crying .I frowned and looked at this inexplicably deformed face, and saw a string of small characters beside the portrait:

"I dream about you all the time.

In the dream, you are smiling at me,

The harp sounds like a hymn from heaven,

Freedom, desire, passion.

You call me, 'Lo', and the traces disappear.

I want to know,

Who are you……"

"Fuck!" An unknown fire rushed into my chest, I threw the drawing paper on the ground, and stomped on that ugly face a few times to vent my anger.I sat down on the soft velvet bed with a sullen face, inhaling the smell of Messiah like a color embryo, and after a long time, I turned my head to look at the crumpled painting.

I picked it up, smoothed it out with disgust, and looked at the ugly child on the screen again.For some reason, when I look at this painting, the anger and anxiety in my heart are awakened, which is hard to contain, just like this ugly thing is a taboo deep in my heart.

However, when I calmed down and realized that I might have ruined the painting of the gods, I suddenly became nervous again.I secretly picked up a piece of drawing paper of the same texture from the table and placed it in the original position, secretly hoping that the Messiah would not find out.

I put the piece of paper with the ugly thing in my pocket, and went back to find out.

****

Night falls.

As soon as it got dark, I hid in Messiah's closet, wrapped in the other's soft smell, as if being embraced by him, I was so fascinated that I almost stood up somewhere.His smell is calm and gentle, like a tranquilizer.I huddled in the closet, waiting for the Messiah in a daze, and couldn't help thinking about the few lines he wrote on the drawing paper.

【In my dream, you were smiling at me...】

【Call me, "Ro"...】

... Luo?

hula-

The oak door was pushed open, and I was suddenly awakened by the sound, stuck to the wardrobe, and looked out through the crack.Several monks carried the sleeping Messiah back, lit the candles in the house, put the bedding on the bed, and lowered the curtains.I watched their suspicious movements and heard them say:

"The blood ingested today should be enough to cure the young master of Earl Winter's family."

"No problem, the healing power of the undead is far beyond your imagination, especially this undead. The young master heard that he was the only son of Earl Winter, so he had to spend a lot of money on treatment. Otherwise, I see, ordinary people Such a deformed child born in a noble family must have been abandoned long ago."

"Haha, Bishop Hayden is really a shrewd businessman. He deliberately said that the young master was in danger, so that Earl Winter was terrified, and he promised to pay all the price. The reward he got from the earl this time should be enough to build the new facility. It's..."

A monk exaggeratedly said, "Oh, don't say that, Bishop Hayden is not looking for money itself! Our lord has a higher pursuit. He said, 'Money is the best way to protect status and reputation. Backing, only a fool would spend it on spiritual enjoyment'."

"Yeah, one of the Bishop's classic quotes, 'I'm not saying any of you are dumb, I'm saying all of you are dumb'..."

The group of foul-smelling and stinky monks left the house mockingly and closed the door, and the candles were not blown out, flickering brightly in place.I waited in the wardrobe for a while, and when there was no movement around, I quietly got out, crawled on the floor, and got into the large curtain.

No way, there is a light in the house, and it would not be wise to blow it out, and it would be even less wise to expose myself to candlelight.I boldly broke into areas that shouldn't be broken into, and my heart was pounding with excitement and pride.I approached my Messiah in the dim curtain, but felt a faint tremor. His sleeping body trembled in the quilt, and he was still murmuring indistinctly.

I approached him in amazement, hesitated for a moment, and boldly embraced the trembling body of the god through the quilt.It's cold, I didn't expect a person with a warm smile to have such a low body temperature.

He murmured in his dream, "Love is patient and kind...love does not envy, love does not brag...is not puffed up, is not rude...does not seek its own, is not easily angered... ..."

I frowned, not knowing what commandments he was talking about.He trembled slightly in my arms for a moment, then calmed down and opened his eyes——

Two dark eye holes.Surprised me.

"...Is someone here?" He gasped, and said softly, "May I ask if you are..."

"Messiah, it's me." I took his hand that was outstretched to me, so naturally, as if we'd done it a thousand times before.He was stunned for a moment when he heard my voice, and then he smiled in surprise, caressed my face expectantly, and groped my facial features.

"You were the gentleman in the church that day, weren't you?" He blinked his eyes and smiled weakly, "How did you get here?"

I whispered, "Messiah, your breathing is very weak, you'd better take a rest."

"I think you seem to be much better than before, have you recovered?"

"Well, everything is fine. Thanks for saving me."

He smiled contentedly and breathed quietly in my arms.I hugged him, and my heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable emotion.How unbelievable, maybe the Messiah is full of unattainable divinity in the eyes of others, but in my arms, he is like a docile child.

Only I can do it.

"You're really warm, sir," he said quietly.

In fact, many people’s bodies are warm, but you have never met them—I swallowed this sentence, and said with a shy face, "Then we are really destined by nature."

He smiled.We leaned on each other in the silent darkness, he said, "You came here today, what can I do for you?"

I stared at his pale cheeks and asked, "Why did you come back so late?"

"Oh, you say me." He said with a faint smile, "I was entrusted to take care of some patients. Because the bishop of the church told me that their lives were dying, and only I could save them."

Thinking of his "care" for me, and the four-eyed bishop, my head buzzed and almost exploded into pieces, and I said in disbelief, "What do they want you to do?!"

He looked at me in a daze, and put his hands on my trembling shoulders, "What's wrong with you, sir?"

"What did they do to you, Messiah?" I widened my eyes. "How they made you 'take care' of the sick, do you remember?!"

He pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "There is no relevant memory. But the treatment is real. Every day, patients who have been successfully treated by me come to me and tell me their gratitude. Whenever I hear My meager life may save more people from suffering from illness, and I feel very relieved that I don’t have to bear the pain of separation.”

"Why did you do this?" I couldn't suppress the shock and grief in my heart, and said, "Why you...you volunteered..."

He smiled, "Why did you volunteer to treat other people?"

"Yes." I nodded, feeling bitterness welling up in my throat.I want to pull him into my arms with all my strength and say to him, "To hell with the others. They don't matter to us! Be mine, Messiah, mine alone , okay?!"

【Others are forcing you to die, but I want to live with you! 】

I stared at his face, after all I didn't have the confidence to say those words.I know all too well that if my god were a self-serving, self-serving fellow, he would have kicked me out of church a long time ago, why should he care about me, a dying man dirtier than most What about fugitives?

"Thank you for caring about me so much, sir." Seeming to sense my uncontrollable emotions, Messiah stretched out his arms to hug me, and whispered, "But... this is a decision I made after thinking for a long time. During this time , I read a lot of Braille books, thinking about life, love, sacrifice and ideals, including myself. Who am I, where do I come from, where do I want to go? What is the meaning of my existence..."

I don't want to know anything, let alone see through it all, I just want to hold him tightly.He whispered softly in my ear, and the words he said made my heart twitch.

"I'm a man without a past, sir. Whenever I try to recall the past, all I touch is a chaotic nothingness." He said to me quietly, "Can you understand that feeling? It's like floating on a cloud, There is no thread tied to my body, I don’t know where I will go next moment, I live empty and alone. When I was confused, I listened to many monks’ sermons. The strange thing is, when I know that man is created by God, he will return to God, the meaning of existence is to do good deeds, to redeem my sins, I actually feel a little comfort."

"Fuck it, those are all fabricated lies!" I murmured, pressing my sour nose against his shoulder, "You are God! You are the real God, Messiah..."

He was stunned and smiled, "Don't say that, sir. I'm just a believer in God... The bishop told me, since you can spread hope to more people, why not continue? Send goodness to the hearts of others, and God will allow you to spread His gospel..."

I said, "Why does it have to be you? Why do you want to?"

"Because, this is what I want to do before I die, the only worthwhile thing - to save more people from the pain I will face."

My god said, "I only have the last 33 days of life, sir. You have been thanking me for helping you, but I don't know that during these last days, I am also very lucky to have met you."

"Besides sunshine and flames, you are the only warmth I have ever met."

He looked at me and said to me with a blushing face, "Sir, I have an unkind request..."

"Can you call me 'Ro'?"

****

The ugly face drawn on the drawing paper appeared in my mind.

I don't understand why the Messiah has such a strong affection for the name "Lo".But I just don't believe that a church with two faces and three swords can accomplish such a great cause that moves heaven and earth.

"Messiah, do you know?" I said calmly, "What people see and hear is sometimes deceptive. What they imprint into their hearts is actually just the reflection of their own soul. Just like you, you are a kind person, so no matter what you come into contact with, you are willing to look at and think in a kind place."

Ah.Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to be as kind to others as you are.If that was the case, the world would have been filled with joy and laughter.This corrupt and filthy world is exactly what I imagined.Even when the golden sun shines down, I can only feel hot blood rolling on my skin.The chirping birds made endless noise, and the blue sky falsely watched everyone's actions.

If I hadn't met the Messiah, I'd probably still be languishing in garbage and monsters to this day.

He frowned slightly and said, "You mean, what I see is actually a certain degree of illusion?"

I said, "I didn't want you to lose hope and beauty to the world, Messiah. Because it is the beauty and kindness you harbor that makes me feel warm, fragrant and beautiful again. But the world is already full of endless malice. If you don’t do evil, don’t betray, don’t kill, don’t fight, you may die. Should you die like a human being or live like an animal? Unfortunately, most people choose the latter. Many people would rather lose their moral bottom line than Save that poor life. In this cycle, the good are weeded out wave after wave, while the villains and villains bark like animals, mocking their lost humanity loudly, and even gloating."

"Goodness is original sin."

He was so shocked by my outrageous words that before he could speak, I leaned into his ear and said, "If you don't believe me... then come with me somewhere. Your trusted Church, what is it like. I'm sorry to break your faith, but I think you must understand the truth of the matter."

"When the time comes, tell me your choice, Messiah... No, Luo."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "Dongli Jun" for the nutrient solution!

Tuo: Lemon, is it okay to eat your own vinegar?

Lemon:? ? ? ?