[APH Mega Bu Ying Lu Zhong] Fools' Carnival

The air was filled with gunpowder smoke and the stench of corpses. Weak youths were lying in the muddy trenches. The flattened barrier walls were covered with flesh walls made up of the remains of comrades-in-arms. The blood-stained captain crawled over from the far side. , grabbed the young man from the ground and forced him to ask: "Are you the only one left in the first team?" The young man nodded silently.The captain spat: "Damn it, I can't survive today! You look up, the devil is about to launch the last charge in a moment, you hurry back and call for reinforcements, go, let me run as hard as I can Go back!" After that, he pushed the young man out of the trench, and the gunshots came from the front line, and the young man rushed forward.

The urgent charge horn blew, and the captain waved his bayonet: "Comrades, let's fight!!!" There were only bits and pieces of responses everywhere, and it looked extremely tragic under the setting sun.The young man's eyes were filled with tears, but he had just taken two steps when a white light pierced the sky, and there was a sound of "whoosh", which he was all too familiar with, like the sound of the three-legged crow shot to death by Houyi falling to the ground , and like a Rakshasa stepping forward fiercely, in a beautiful white silence, he gained peace, and merged with the land of his hometown into the light of blood and heat...

"!" Wang Yao woke up with a start, his face covered with cold sweat.It was still dark all around, and he stared blankly at the wooden ceiling above his head, then lost his strength, and fell back heavily on the bed, like a nailed butterfly specimen, with his limbs sprawled and motionless.He thought for a long time in silence, finally got up and made himself a cup of hot milk.He turned around and found that Ivan was sitting on the balcony, holding his drawing board in his arms.He walked over and put the milk in Ivan's hand: "Good morning." The red morning sun just emerged from the calm sea horizon, and the rays of light stretched its limbs in the clouds. The shadow of the goddess reminds me of the reclining posture of a goddess.

Ivan put down the paintbrush, and the morning light dyed his hair into golden glory: "Good morning. I dreamed of you, in our motorcade." Wang Yao looked at the silhouette of the black-haired young man sitting in the car in the painting, And smiled.

"Do you like maple leaves or honeysuckle?" Eight-year-old Matthew sat in front of the workbench and said to the people around him, "Is it really a maple leaf, Steve?" I am carefully cleaning the leaf surface with a brush. After drying, separating, and packaging, the leaf vein bookmark is made. Matthew usually keeps one piece and sticks it in his souvenir book, and sells all the rest.There are two small blue schoolbags hanging on the hanger. Matthew said: "We will start school tomorrow. Arthur said that as long as we behave well enough, we will definitely make friends. Steve should also work hard."

"All I need is you," Steve said deadpan.Matthew held Steve's hand and looked into his eyes: "Although I am very happy when you say that, I hope you can be happier yourself. I love you, and you are also my brother." Steve sneered , did not answer, but jumped off the chair and hid in the closet.After a while, Alfred came back, and Steve was extremely disgusted with Alfred.

Matthew didn't go to school until he was eight years old, because the investigator secretly visited and found that Matthew and the others had no progress in their education. Under the tongue of the monster, the government promised them a generous subsidy. Matthew and Alf Red was able to enter the campus.Matthew didn't understand the point of going to school. He always thought that life was eating, playing, working, and sleeping.Is life like this, like a fish jumping from one puddle to another, struggling desperately to beg that the next puddle is the sea?

In fact, after starting to go to school, Matthew found that it was more like a zoo than a battlefield school. A certain type of animals gathered in an area. Some animals were lonely, some could live in peace everywhere, and some were chameleons.Matthew is more like a butterfly, not a colorful one, but a dead leaf butterfly that blends into the background board, helpless and fragile.In contrast, Alfred is a tiger cub, colorful and rampant, attracting attention everywhere.With a tiger in their hearts, they sniffed the rose carefully, they cut this sentence in half.

Regardless of the species, butterflies are beautiful, and the beauty of butterflies lies in their fragility.Biology class said that there is a butterfly bone in the brain, and if you smash it, you die-so Matthew thought when he was locked in the toilet and shivered wet.Alfred was playing football with someone, Arthur and Francis were working in the student union, no one was going to rescue him, Matthew stacked the bucket, kicked open the ventilation window, and Steve held out his hand from the outside .Those are the antennae of a butterfly. Matthew flapped his wings, but he couldn't fly out. His wings were just a false decoration, he had no wings.

There are many such things.The kids know Alfred and love him, the kids know Matthew and don't remember him.Matthew is a non-talkable alien. The hyenas were in a group, and suddenly saw an interesting little thing, so they went to play and chase it, and finally walked away laughing and laughing.Matthew asked Alfred: "Is school fun?" Alfred said "Of course", and he voluntarily withdrew from Matthew's chasing game.

Arthur said: "If someone bullies you, come to me." No, Matthew didn't want to see Arthur hit someone, and he was not bullied, it was just a game, and the game needed a sacrifice.It doesn't matter, seeing the children laughing so happily, Matthew gave up the useless protest. They didn't have any malicious intentions, and they weren't targeting Matthew. It's a pity that Matthew couldn't join their happy team. After pushing it down, Pat Chen wryly smiled and said, "Quickly stop making trouble."

Matthew wonders if there is something wrong with him, and he doesn't admit that his compromises are motivated by kindness or cowardice, but by a burning urge to love that allows him to endure life's taunts and tell himself they're just what they are I just don't understand.If it weren't for love, the beast in his heart would have come out and trampled the garden to the ground. He is the owner of the beast, and his rope is tied tightly around the neck of the thing-for example, if the person who suffered this treatment was not him. It’s Alfred, who doesn’t hesitate to throw his fist—even if he strangles himself too much sometimes, Steve will come to rescue him like a safety valve.

He doesn't need help, doesn't want help.Everyone is busy and has things to do, Matthew understands them and refuses to disturb them.

"I love them." Matthew told himself repeatedly in the mirror, "I love them." This is true, he loves them even more than himself, but Steve laughs that all this is his illusion.He came home from school with Steve, and the monster asked him to leave a semester early for sick leave, just to make him work more, so that he couldn't be with other people.The bus is always empty, turning round and round along the old road at dusk, Matthew lying in front of the window, drawing on the glass with his fingers, the raindrops fell, Matthew's fingertips were cold, and he pressed his cheek , the winter frost sticks out its barbed tongue and sticks to him.

Steve said that we are different from others, but we have to hide it.Even if it is ignored, it cannot be discriminated against.Matthew used a flashlight to read the mythology book with coloring pictures at night, and every time he turned to the page of the witch's burning, he couldn't help covering his mouth and crying.He would become transparent, a little ball, huddled in the back of the closet, but when he grew up, the closet couldn't hide him anymore, and he was afraid of even facing Alfred.The older he grows, the stronger his abilities become, almost devouring him. He can't pray to the gods yet, because he is classified as a monster.He's about to split in two.

Every Sunday, he lay on the window sill and imagined himself as a dead body. The sycamore tree outside the window was full of leaves, and the newly-married sparrows were nesting among the branches, ready to welcome their dear flesh and blood to be born. The white window screen covered Matthew. , but he could not imagine such a beautiful thing as a shroud.Snow White held her funeral and wedding in a crystal coffin. The white gauze was more like a wedding dress than a shroud. Matthew fell asleep and woke up. He felt that his mental state was very bad, and the reality and dreams in his eyes were being confused. Boundaries, and Steve sometimes slaps him to wake him up.When it was dinner time, he returned to normal inexplicably, talking and laughing with Alfred and the others.

The problem will be fixed, otherwise Matthew wouldn't be able to grow up to be 11 years old.What seems to have happened at the age of nine, Matthew can't remember, maybe because he gradually lost his childhood, and since then, his strength has suddenly weakened, and he retreated into a corner, surrounded only by fear and loathing. Summoned, Matthew was able to breathe.What's more important is the existence of Steve. Steve has shared a lot of burdens for him, and he can tell Steve anything.

He wanted to be with Steve all the time if he could.

It was another beautiful morning, and Alfred slept soundly until he accidentally rolled off the couch: "My boat!" he yelled.He got up and realized that he didn't fall into the sea, but was lying on the floor like an idiot. Fortunately, everyone was busy and the living room was empty.Matthew feeds the chickens in the backyard, just sprinkle a handful of grains. The little yellow fluffy chickens follow behind the hen's buttocks, huddling together in fear. When Matthew takes a step forward, they "tweet and chirp" Back ten steps, when he saw the millet, he rushed up to snatch it up, and the hen stood in front of them, fluttering its wings at Matthew in dissatisfaction.

Alfred rushed up and threw Matthew into his arms: "Good morning brother! What are you going to do today?" Matthew was overwhelmed: "Go and brush your teeth first, the smell of the wine overnight is terrible... ..."

Alfred selectively ignored Matthew's words and began to look around: "Where are those guys? Is Arthur back?" "Arthur and Francis came back last night and went out again this morning. Feliciano and the others seem to be staying At Ludwig's parents' house. Gilbert is currently checking in the greenhouse, and Honda is probably repairing a hole in the roof..." Alfred gave a military salute: "Understood!" Then he ran away, presumably looking for work Don't even eat breakfast.But it's not too early now, it's almost time for lunch...

Alfred climbed up the ladder to the roof, and sure enough, he saw Honda Ju kneeling there holding up a hammer and hammering the nails vigorously, trying to nail the wooden boards used for the patch to it.In the scorching sun, Honda looked like he was about to faint, and Alfred greeted angrily: "Good morning, Honda! Let me help you!" Maybe he was really exhausted, but Honda didn't shirk , gave the tools to Alfred and sat down to rest: "I feel like I am becoming more and more like an old man, or have I been sitting in the car for too long... I have to train in hell after I go home. .”

With great strength, Alfred nailed the board in two or three strokes. He turned his head and asked, "Is there any more?" Honda Ju shook his head: "Thank you, it's too hot here, let's go down first."

Alfred was full of energy now, and he didn't want to let himself be idle. As soon as he got off the roof, he ran to the greenhouse area to find Gilbert.Walking across the greenhouse area, there are more than a dozen greenhouses covered with white film standing neatly on both sides. There is a door plate on each door, saying "tomato", "cucumber", etc. There is a terrible sound coming from the room. Radio music, the singer is none other than Gilbert.Gilbert's music style...it's rock'n' roll!

Gilbert walked over pushing a small cart, and a skinny mutt puppy followed him pitifully. He reluctantly threw a poor-looking potato on the ground, and the puppy ran away with it in its mouth. up.Gilbert was only wearing a vest, with a work apron printed with yellow chickens on his front, exposing his entire arm. Alfred noticed that he had a very conspicuous tattoo on his upper right arm, the pattern seemed to be It's the black eagle on the national emblem of Prussia. Gilbert noticed his gaze and explained: "I like Frederick the Great." Alfred thought, it turned out that a young and strong quasi-air force also liked Frederick. There is no conflict between Emperor Lie and the yellow-haired chick.

"Where did you get it? It's cool." "I got it from an acquaintance. I can introduce her to you if you want to try it." "'Her'? Is she a woman?" "Don't treat her like If you treat an ordinary woman, she will be beaten." Gilbert waved his hand seriously, "She used to be a national defense student. She learned to get tattoos, and now she uses this to make extra money. That guy is very tough. I always Thought she was a man."

Alfred was stunned for a moment, and he nodded hastily with the image of a witch queen in the world in his mind.Alfred knew a lot of women, but he never knew women as creatures, and he was often slapped by girls in middle school.The woman he knows best is probably Arthur's aunt, but that person is not entirely human, it is a monster.

The monster feeds the elves to work, but the kingdom subsidizes it. Alfred wants to go out to play, but Matthew always says: "It's okay, I'll do it." Alfred realizes that he has received too much love, everyone They couldn't help but revolve around him. Later, when he was identified as having the ability of luck, he was strangely angry. He silently calculated how much other people's attention to him came from luck. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his things were robbed by gods. Gone, even Arthur was partly at the mercy of that fate.The only thing that confuses Alfred is Matthew, Matthew seems to be pure, but if Alfred is not his brother but just a stranger, will he let Alfred live in his soul ?

With doubts, Alfred went to see Gilbert's acquaintance in the afternoon.

Wang Yao put the violin with beautiful lines on his shoulders, the bow kissed the strings, Arthur's fingers tapped the keys of the piano smoothly, Francis stood in front of the blackboard and waved his baton, neatly dressed children stood neatly Qi, with a soft voice, opened their mouths and sang in unison: "Look at the way you pass, the children lost their way, reach out to them, give them a hand, step towards the days to come, the direction of darkness, the light of hope, the enthusiasm of life, The Lane of Glory..." Sitting at the back of the classroom, Ivan used dreamy light watercolors to describe the beautiful scene in the classroom at the moment.The colorful post-it notes on the walls are full of children's wishes, most of which are to see their parents again.

The reason why Arthur and Francis went out was that the children in the orphanage were going to practice chorus, and they went to help with the accompaniment and conductor.The children will perform in the square. Unfortunately, I don’t know if Arthur and the others can stay until then. The first person who proposed to learn to sing was Wang Yao. Singing can save people. He said that singing can keep children alive. Active, less trapped in painful memories of the past, children's singing can also inspire adults, killing two birds with one stone.He is a good teacher, and the children who have been having nightmares for two years can sleep peacefully with his company.

Arthur hasn't played the piano for many years. He used to learn the piano only because the student union forced him to learn it, but as long as he concentrates on it, he can't make mistakes.Not to mention Francis, who was born in the Bel Canto, is more than enough to be a conductor.It's just that they didn't expect that Wang Yao could play the violin. This person seemed to be able to do everything except give birth.It's really refreshing to be immersed in the music, and even Ivan's mood is surprisingly calm.

At the end of the song, Wang Yao announced a break, and the praised children cheered.Some children hugged Wang Yao's neck and kissed him, and he touched the other's head: "My pleasure." Arthur looked back at him, and wanted to talk about business, but seeing the child so happy, he had to give up.The boy named William got acquainted with him last night and tugged on his sleeve to beg him to teach him how to play the piano.

"Did you sleep well yesterday?" Francis asked standing beside Ivan.Ivan put down the drawing board and stared straight at something: "It's very rare to dream of something good." Francis glanced at his expression, did not continue to ask, followed his line of sight, and there was a child Surrounded by Wang Yao.Presumably Ivan was one of those kids.He smiled, pointed to the scarf around Ivan's neck and said, "The scarf is not bad."

"Thank you."

"Excuse me!" Alfred rang the doorbell.Standing in front of him was a cement house next to the uphill road, with a row of edelweiss flowers on the window sills, and the main door was just a glass door. The lack of defense might be due to the fact that its mistress was an incredible character.After a while, a figure flashed inside, pushed the glass door open, and a melodious female voice sounded: "Hello, are you the guest here for entrustment?"

Alfred was stunned. Standing in front of him was a lady with long curly hair wearing a cardigan dress, with a pretty face and a decent smile, waiting for Alfred's reply with her arms crossed.Alfred asked hesitantly: "Excuse me, is Ms. Elizabeth there?" The woman smiled and said: "I am Elizabeth, what is your request?"

Confused Queen? !Alfred suspects that he has been deceived by Gilbert.After all, the lady in front of her looks dignified and virtuous, what's so scary about it?Seeing Alfred's strangely dull expression for a long time, Elizabeth couldn't help covering her mouth and asking, "Could it be...you were introduced by Gilbert?" Alfred nodded frantically, and Elizabeth smiled knowingly, "No wonder Well, that guy must have said bad things about me again. Since you are a guest, please sit inside, and I will listen carefully to the entrusted matter."

Gilbert’s childhood sweetheart, Elizabeth, is a freelancer who can help with all kinds of legal work entrusted to her door, ranging from looking for people to ask questions, down to domestic massage. Elizabeth explained this: “When I was a child I didn't specialize in any school, and now I can't do anything, so I have to start a master house." She accepted Alfred's entrustment without hesitation, and as a fee, Alfred would help her draw a welfare lottery, trade success.

When Elizabeth showed him various tattoo designs, she asked him: "Although it is a bit presumptuous, can I ask why you want tattoos? I think every guest who needs tattoos has his story." When Gilbert got Knowing that he could no longer soar in the sky, he went to Elizabeth to tattoo the rebellious black eagle.Alfred scratched the back of his head: "Actually, it's nothing, I think the tattoo is a symbol."

"Symbol?"

"It symbolizes the trajectory." Alfred stretched out his hand to a pattern.

In the evening, hearing Alfred say that he went to get a tattoo, Matthew almost broke the plate.At that time, only Matthew was peeling peanut shells in the room, and no one else was there, otherwise Alfred, a mischievous ghost, would cause even bigger waves.Matthew pushed his glasses: "Why...to get a tattoo all of a sudden?"

"It was just a whim, and he's very handsome." "Where's the tattoo? Can I see it?" Alfred took off his shirt, and showed his back to Matthew generously.The muscles of the young back are graceful and smooth, and the skin on the protruding shoulder blades is red and swollen. Matthew pushed his glasses again and stared dumbfounded at the unclear tattoo on Alfred's back—that is a pair of simple The black wings extend from the spine across the shoulder blades to the arms. When Alfred raises his hand, it seems that he is about to take off. It is beautiful, really beautiful.Matthew exclaimed: "My God..."

"Can I touch it?" "Yes." Of course Alfred didn't care, but as soon as Matthew's fingertips landed on his feathers, he gasped in pain, and Matthew quickly withdrew his hand: " Sorry, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it just hurts a little." Alfred winked and compared his thumbs, even though he had to sleep on his stomach tonight.Matthew was still amazed, but made Alfred blush: "If you like it so much, you can make one yourself, and it won't hurt if you bear it." Matthew shook his head and said leniently: "No , it's your thing, and it doesn't make sense for me to get it."

"What's the meaning..." Alfred muttered as he carefully put on his clothes, "Let me tell you, let me ask you a question."

"Question?" "That is, what would happen to you if we were not brothers?" Matthew laughed: "Why do you ask this kind of question, are you uneasy? Let me think about it... If you answer this question seriously, I think we I will still be friends, and I will still love you, but I will also be very, very lonely." Hearing this answer, Alfred thought for a moment, and then opened his hands.

"Hug." Matthew gave Alfred a gentle hug with a tacit understanding.