[APH Luzhong Miying Duyi] Seamless Flower

... so dangerous, I almost said it.Elijah thought.The most important language is the most taboo language, and it must be spoken carefully, cherished, and at the most suitable time, or it should never be spoken at all——I am afraid that Yao thinks so, and he holds back.

During rest, or near death, the will is either extremely weak or extremely strong.Elijah has a hurdle in his heart, so he can always control himself, even if his emotions flood his whole body like a tide, he sometimes even hates this advantage of himself.He had seen something that seemed to be a revolving lantern in his high-temperature sleep, and suddenly realized many things that he hadn't discovered before, so this story should be told again:

At first a boy of special blood was born, the last of his family.As early as more than ten years ago, their family was destroyed because of power struggle, and the rest took their treasures and loyal servants to hide in remote mountain villas, although they did not have to face hunger, cold, violence and helplessness. Endless labor, but they are always afraid, because they are the walking dead who escaped from the hand of death, and music and luxurious balls cannot save them.

Of course the boy didn't know anything about it, he was deceived, he never knew the world, all the adults took good care of him and hoped that he could be a savior.He studied the king's courses, and he was versatile without leaving home-of course, these skills could not buy bread, and they were still wasted in the end.

The young false king soon fell, he was covered with dirty dust, he lied, he stole, he robbed, he killed, he was disfigured, disgraced, and unscrupulous, but he lived.Undoubtedly, he is very tenacious, but if he is really so strong, why would he succumb to the world?If he had tried harder, wouldn't he have had to get all dirty?if……

However, everything has become history, and he who has changed his appearance can't stand any fetters, so he can only run away from home, stumbling forward alone, until he meets another boy.

A man very similar to him but very different.

Blue eyes and dark eyes, white skin and yellow skin, tall and short, they stand together like a good partner in a goddamn comedy movie.One used to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, and the other traveled to white countries. They came from gunfire and lies, and they also had nothing. They are like a pair of brothers who have been separated for many years, and they are like two parts of the same person in the world.

At first it was just a little curious, but the boy was gradually attracted involuntarily.They became good friends, acted together, talked together, exchanged secrets sitting around a moonlit campfire, and no one else could come between them.

On that wonderful full moon autumn night, the boy was disturbed by the dazzling moonlight, and suddenly revealed his true face under the sharp shell.Once there is a crack in the mask, it will eventually be shattered into powder. Whether it is in the infirmary or in the air-raid shelter, the unbearable and crazy anxiety will rush to my heart. The other party must have noticed it, because their moods are clearly the same. Parts of souls were exchanged, and that person always saw through his disguise and always tried to touch him.

He had felt scared for a long time, he hadn't had people close to him for too long, and most of the people who approached him made him feel severe pain.He fought back mercilessly, costing those people their lives, and then he was left alone, with nothing, with nothing in him.He also doesn't trust this person who attracts him, but he is used to using lies to protect this person. In the end, this person forced him to give his trust. From time to time, he thought, even if this person hurts him one day, it doesn't matter. Because by then it must be the end of the world.At the same time, their relationship changed, became stronger and more inseparable.

However, that guy was not in the same category as him after all.That person is clean, not pure but clean, that's why the boy couldn't help but protect him.

Unlike the boy who held the gun tightly in his hand, after experiencing pain enough to destroy a person, he chose to run away compared to the one who shot the gun—how many people don’t know that running away also requires courage, which proves that he will Swallow the bitter fruit and die alone with a heart of compassion.The boy thought sarcastically, who said that the Avenger who is ready to fight must be brave?Most of them just hang their breath and find a way to forget the pain for themselves.Control violence with violence, double the pain inflicted on you by the other party and return it back, then the violence will continue forever.The world doesn't need this kind of person.

If possible, let this person continue to live in the status quo. As long as this person exists, the world can still be saved.It may be that his mind is out of order, or he has been poisoned. For the first time, the boy had this ethereal but sacred idea: as long as this person is alive, no matter what life becomes, it can be saved—"As long as this People are still alive."

In Ilya's heart, in his dream, there was always a silent call, which kept him awake at night.It is waiting for the rising sun of freedom. When Ilya grows up and becomes stronger, and can stand upright in the space between heaven and earth, it officially makes a sound. Together with the years of time, it is facing the most important thing over and over again. The man said loudly and firmly:

"Ялюблютебя."

"Ялюблютебя, Ялюблютебя!..."

If it was an absurd mistake, as grown-ups call it, then let him go mad.He doesn't care about a peaceful heaven, neither desire nor obsession, he just wants to embrace what he longs for in hell-that is the complete, real him, and his own pious sacrifice.

"Iliusha, we're here." Wang Yao interrupted Ilya's thoughts in a low voice. Under their feet was the ruins of the dilapidated "Swamp Camp".

It looked like a grotesque worm lying in the snow valley, a crushed dead worm. Wang Yao had an unprecedented feeling about it at this time, it was both familiar and unfamiliar, somewhat contemptuous and somewhat fearful, so he did not act, Just lurking with Ilya in the woods on the hill near "Swamp Camp".

The irony is that the road back to "Swamp Camp" is much smoother than the road to leave. Wang Yao and Ilya set off in the morning, and they came back after walking for only a few hours. There was no wind, snow, beasts, or soldiers on the road. Ya's condition is also very good, this is simply an arrangement of fate, the only thing that bothers Wang Yao is that they haven't met a child who escaped from the "Swamp Camp" so far. Is it because they are going in different directions or are they all dead?So where is Luciano, the instigator, now?Maybe he should get rid of distracting thoughts and concentrate on thinking about his own survival?Will there be an answer in "Swamp Camp" now?

Wang Yao took a deep breath, held his breath and looked around intently.It was very quiet, not even the sound of animals, as if there had never been any life here, only the broken branches and the blood on the gate of the "Swamp Camp" declared that a fierce battle had taken place here.The truck that was originally stuck on the gate disappeared, and the damaged gate remained in its original state with a twisted hole. I don't know what happened to the martyr who drove the truck.

"It's a superstition to wait for a rabbit, let's go in and have a look." Ilya put down the small telescope, sat in the snow and looked up at the gleaming white mountaintop, "There may be people left inside."

"That's right, let me go and have a look first, you stay here and don't move."

Ilya frowned slightly displeased, got up and took out a gun from his backpack: "Let's go together, if you fall into a pit, who will rescue you?"

Hearing this seemingly familiar conversation, Wang Yao smiled knowingly, picked up a branch to use as a walking stick for Ilya, and the two men marched towards the foot of the mountain fully armed. At a glance, the playground of the "Swamp Camp" covered with white snow was empty, even a trace of blood , Not a single corpse came out, and Wang Yao's mood became a little serious. After they arrived at the door, they quickly got in and hid behind the administrative building. There was no one there, the playground, the shooting range, the teaching building, the dormitory building, the roof, the places that were crowded with people in the past suddenly became empty, and everything was terribly quiet, like a deserted planet.

Wang Yao couldn't help swallowing, and signaled to Ilya to go to the infirmary to check. Ilya nodded, so they quickly slipped to the back door of the infirmary led by Wang Yao. The bunker poked its eyes out of the infirmary quietly, and found that the infirmary was a bit messy, the medicine cabinet was overturned, and the place was in a mess, and the kraft paper files were crowded in the cabinet, which seemed to have been hastily turned over, but nothing There were no people in the corner or in the cabinet. Wang Yao heaved a sigh of relief, put away his gun and helped Ilya in to lie down.They haven't slept in bed for a long time.

There were still some intact medicine bottles. Wang Yao quickly sterilized Ilya. He wanted to sew up the wound, but Ilya declined on the grounds of trouble. His wound had already started to heal.Wang Yao ransacked the entire infirmary and filled his backpack with useful medicines, including their "water of life" morphine. During the period, Ilya sat quietly on the bed and looked out the window, as if looking through the window into the future, but outside the window It's a concrete wall.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, and Wang Yao couldn't help interrupting the silence: "It's strange, there is no one here. Do we want to stay here for a few more days? There should be food in the cafeteria."

Ilya shook her head: "We can't stay here, we are desperate to get out of here."

"I see. I'll go get some more medicine from the warehouse."

Wang Yao brushed open the white curtain, went to the iron door of the warehouse and took out the wire to pry open the door. He once stood in front of this door with his companions and discovered the truth of the "Swamp Camp".His iron wire was inserted into the keyhole, and he was just about to move the iron lock, when suddenly there was a "click", and the iron lock fell off by itself.

Wang Yao's heart shrank suddenly - he suddenly realized that this lock had been opened before.There are people inside.

"what happened?"

Ilya's voice came from behind, Wang Yao forcibly suppressed his beating heart, replied "It's all right", pulled out his gun and held it in front of his chest, and pushed open the iron gate.He was still careless, and now he has to take care of whatever ghosts and monsters there are.

The iron door squeaked, and a cold wind came from inside, and the stench was so bad that Wang Yao almost vomited.Right in front of Wang Yao, a body was sitting in the corner. Boxes were piled up on both sides of him. The color of the boxes was reddish brown. Wang Yao approached him with breathless concentration, and found that he was still holding a handle in his left hand. gun, but his right arm seemed to have been cut off and disappeared. Behind his seaweed-like brown hair was bursting blood. It seemed that this man committed suicide by swallowing a gun.Taking a closer look, this person looks familiar, he is actually the young "wizard" who gave Ilya a fortune-telling on the October Festival!He is dead now, and has lost an arm.

"Boom..." There was a sound of stones hitting the ground in the depths of the warehouse, Wang Yao subconsciously turned around and pointed his gun there, and at the same time he could almost see the dark place clearly, his stomach twitched violently, causing him to vomit:

"vomit--"

"What happened?!" Ilya's voice hurriedly rolled over and got out of bed came from outside again. Wang Yao cried out "Ilyusha don't come here" with tears in his eyes, but it was too late, and Ilya had already crawled to the door to shine a flashlight. Light up the dark warehouse, illuminating this sinful, miserable dark corner.

—and there sat a man, more a ghost than a man.The body was bare without hands and right legs, and the mutilated and bleeding limbs were only wrapped casually with cloth strips. Maggots had already grown in the wounds, and just looking at the way the maggots writhed felt that the eyes were polluted.The chest of that body was still trembling slightly, indicating that his candle of life still had a gleam of light, but he was not far from death. The light from the flashlight hit the wall obliquely, and the wall was densely covered with scratches. Words made up of letters, names, and "thankyou" sentence after sentence.Among them are the names of Francis, Ilya and even Wang Yao, many, many.

In an instant, Wang Yao understood what this person had gone through these days, covered his face in pain, and whimpered almost untenably: "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, I shouldn't have left you, I'm sorry... "

Ilya sat on the floor, raised her head, and whispered a name in a pitiful, mournful voice:

"...Steve."

The author has something to say: Happy Dragon Boat Festival.