Boxer

Chapter 460 Tears Are Sour

Standing at the door of the dilapidated house, letting the cold rain pour down, Yan Yin frowned tightly.

"This is fake, it should be right" Yan Yin said to himself, "But, am I fake, or everything in front of me is fake, if I am fake, illusory, then I shouldn't appear here, But, why, I really feel the coldness of the rain and the bitterness in my heart, if everything in front of me is fake, then where am I, why, I appear here, "

At this time, Yan Yin's mind was full of doubts and incomprehensions.

After he entered the road of love, everything began to change.

When he didn't notice, the scene quietly changed into the scene at this moment.

A little boy was shivering in a dilapidated and incomplete house, but he was trembling along with the little boy's body as if he felt the same way.

It seemed that he was that little boy, and that little boy was him.

After thinking about it carefully for a long time, Yan Yin never remembered that he had such an experience when he was young, maybe he had, but he himself forgot.

He had suspected that this scene was for Master Wenqing, but Master Wenqing was a woman, how could a little boy appear in her emotions, and the little boy's every move was so real, isn't it? I have personally experienced how such a real picture can appear.

Saying that it was fabricated out of thin air, Yan Yin didn't believe it.

However, if it is fake, then why does he appear in this picture.

What is the connection between these.

When he quietly watched the little boy tremblingly looking for the bird's eggs in the broken house, as well as the excitement when he found the bird's egg and the satisfaction after eating the bird's egg, there seemed to be a string in Yan Yin's heart was touched.

Just as he was thinking, the group of children with umbrellas and well-dressed children poured into the dilapidated house one after another.

After a while, a loud laugh and a trembling but muffled hum came from inside.

The little boy was pressed down on the cold, rain-soaked ground by those people. In front of him, four bird eggs had been broken, and inside was a cloud of black, stinky water.

But the little boy just curled up tightly, clenching his teeth tightly, allowing those children to bully him and abuse him.

"Little rag, why did you come to this shabby house? A few days ago, you went to my kitchen to steal something to eat. Today, you are so hungry that you want to eat these stinky, broken eggs, haha," an older child said loudly. He smiled and said, "As long as you call me Grandpa, I will reward you with a rice ball, how about it?"

"Hey, and us..." Other children took out a ball of paper-wrapped rice balls from their pockets, and looked at the little boy who was lying on the ground with a few feet on his body with wild smiles.

The little boy didn't make a sound, but he couldn't help shivering because of the cold ground.

Seeing that the little boy remained silent, the group of children cursed and kicked him wantonly.

On the little boy's body, there were bruises and bruises one after another.

It wasn't until this time that Yan Yin realized how the bruises on the little boy's body came from.

Looking at everything that happened in the broken house, Yan Yin still didn't move, just looked inside quietly, looking at the little boy who clenched his teeth tightly and had red eyes but didn't shed a single tear.

The little boy's eyes kept looking outside the house, as if he was expecting something, and he seemed to be praying for something.

Yanyin didn't know if the little boy could see him, but looking at those eyes, Yanyin suddenly remembered his life in Yanyun Mountains.

At that time, he was about the same age as this little boy, but what he faced was a lonely and cold environment, as well as those strange beasts and fierce birds that roared and hissed in the jungle.

Looking at the little boy, Yan Yin took a step forward, but soon he took it back again.

He had a faint feeling in his heart that if he walked towards the little boy, something that he couldn't predict would happen.

In the dilapidated house, the little boy continued to endure the abuse and wanton bullying from the older boys.

I don't know how long it took, maybe they were tired, or maybe they felt that the little boy was too hard and had no fun.

So everyone threw the rice balls in their hands on the ground, stained with the smelly and dirty water from bird droppings, and sneered, "No, eat it,"

After finishing speaking, these people rushed out of the broken house with umbrella-sized yells, and rushed to the unknown depth of the heavy rain.

Glancing at the small, ignorant and merciless people who had gone away, Yan Yin looked into the dilapidated house silently.

The little boy lay on the ground for a long time, his clothes were completely soaked, his body was purple and blue, and his lips became darker.

The satisfaction after swallowing a few bird eggs before was shattered by the group of cruel children who looked like evil beasts.

Taking a deep breath, the little boy tried his best to prop up his body with his immature hands that were scratched by weeds.

Sitting on the cold and damp ground, two lines of sad tears slowly flowed from the little boy's eyes.

Sitting there, he didn't know what he was facing.

While rubbing the bruises on his body with two small hands, he wiped away the tears that kept falling.

Crying may not solve any problems.

But tears can slowly wash away the sadness in my heart.

Looking at the ball of rice that had been soaked by the smelly rainwater mixed with bird droppings, the little boy wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and angrily got up and kicked it away.

Perhaps because he was too emotional, the little boy suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, a pool of scarlet blood flowed out from his elbow.

A broken piece of rubble scratched his arm.

Scarlet blood flowed wantonly.

This eye-catching color was integrated into the rainwater and reflected in the eyes of the little boy.

Sobbing, crying, and trembling, the little boy hurriedly got up and tightly covered the wound with his hands.

However, the wound seemed a little hideous and a little wanton.

The blood passed through the fingers and continued to drip onto the dirty and messy ground outside.

It seemed that the blood that had been imprisoned by the little boy's thin body for a long time also began to yearn for a wider space.

Walking tremblingly step by step to the broken house, the little boy stretched out his hand again, and then the icy rain washed away the booty on his body and the scarlet that stained half of his arm and body red.

It hurts, really hurts.

Very sad, really sad.

Tears, involuntarily slipped down.

Sadness oozes from the eyes.

Why, this world is so cold.

Why, this world is so ruthless.

A dilapidated house, with heavy rain pouring outside and light rain dripping inside.

With a thin body, red eyes, and a pair of immature hands that were red from the cold, he used the rain that was extremely cold to him to wash the wounds on his body time and time again.

In a dirty world, how should a clean mind deal with itself.

Lonely and cold people, with what to pray for the arrival of warmth.

The bleeding continued, no matter how the little boy cleaned it, the hideous wound on his elbow was still bleeding.

Perhaps, he is tired.

Perhaps, he is not tired.

In the end, the little boy gave up cleaning and sat limply in front of the dilapidated house.

His eyes closed slowly, and a line of warm tears flowed down his face.

A pair of small hands that were purple and red from the cold hugged her knees, burying her tearful face in them.

His body was trembling, and his body was a little low.

He was sobbing and mourning, he was helpless and sad.

A heavy rain that seems to have no end, a dilapidated house that can barely accommodate, a little boy with thin clothes and bruises on his body, hugging his knees, silently mourning, sobbing, and crying .

What they ate were the one or two bird eggs pulled out of the bird droppings.

To drink is the merciless rain of a cold, merciless God.

Sleeping on the wet and cold ground.

Enduring loneliness, suffering bullying, full of sad pain, a young heart that feels the loneliness of the world, in this cold heavy rain, before this dilapidated house, becomes calm, peaceful, and... …

Finally, the little boy fell headlong into the icy rain.

Blood stained the entire front of the dilapidated house, and a thin body, hugging his knees tightly, just fell into the still splashing rain.

Everything is over.

Everything is over.

Everything is gone.

The icy heavy rain began to subside, and a dazzling light shot down through the clouds.

A gorgeous rainbow that appears after the rain

The sun always comes after the wind and rain, the warmth dispels the cold, and the light and hope shine in this world.

However, there was a little boy who never stood up again.

His body, hugging his knees tightly like that, fell silently in front of the wet dilapidated house.

Maybe he had expected Yangguan, but it didn't appear.

Maybe he prayed for warmth, but it came so late.

People always say that good things will always come, but he can no longer see them.

The dazzling sun shines on the thin body that can no longer feel the warmth. Is this late hope ironic?

Maybe, yes.

Sighing softly, Yan Yin slowly closed her eyes.

Two lines of tears flowed slowly from his eyes.

Moving.

maybe.

mercy.

maybe.

When watching the little boy fall down, Yan Yin's heart trembled, he really felt the little boy's heart.

I felt the pure, clean, warm heart that was full of hope for the future but was finally wiped out by the merciless rain.

Crying is not the solution to the problem.

But tears are the clear spring that washes away the sadness in my heart.

Some people can be washed.

Some people cannot wash cleanly.

Some people have lost the opportunity to be cleansed forever before they can be cleansed.

Slowly walking towards the broken house, Yan Yin stretched out his hand to the little boy.

Suddenly the surroundings suddenly changed, the sun disappeared, the rainbow after the heavy rain also disappeared, and the little boy disappeared.

What remains unchanged is the dilapidated house.

And a little girl in a dirty house with little clothes on.

In her hands, she held several rice balls.

She curled up in a corner of the dilapidated house, sobbing and eating the smelly and dirty rice balls.

(In this chapter, I couldn’t help crying while I was writing, whether it was bitterness or emotion, I don’t know why, but in my mind, this image kept popping up: a dilapidated house in a heavy rain , the joy on the face of a little boy after pulling out a bird's egg from the bird droppings, maybe he is just an unknown unknown person in the story, but he is a little boy in my heart who wants to reach out to help, alas... ...Writing a book made me feel a little emotional, I will go to relax before continuing to write,)