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Blood flowed from Teng Cuo's forehead, his eyelashes couldn't bear the weight, his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't distinguish reality from illusion.

"You're bleeding," the pale boy's eyes were shining under the moonlight. He stared at Teng for a while, and said in a flat tone, "You're hurt, you look weak."

Teng wrongly closed his eyes and smiled slightly.

The pale boy asked him, "What are you thinking?"

"I want...to die." Teng Cuo murmured, "I'm thinking...how can I not die."

"What's so good about dying," the boy said in a steady tone, "What can we leave behind after death? Only by living can we create."

Teng Cuo narrowed his eyes suddenly, trying to see the boy more clearly.In fact, they don't look that much alike, the boy's cheekbones are sunken sharply, his eyes are more slender, he is thinner than Teng Cuo, with shoulders shrugged, he looks like a skeleton.

Teng Cuo asked: "Who are you?"

The boy didn't answer him, but asked, "You don't think you want to commit suicide down there, do you?"

Teng Cuo raised his hand to touch the wall of the well, patted it, and said with a smile: "It's not impossible."

The young man seemed disappointed by the answer. He pursed his light-colored lips and raised his jaw slightly, so that his eyes were hidden in the shadows that the moonlight could not shine.

"Then your death will be meaningless," he said.

In a child's voice, he said to Teng Cuo like a lecturer: "Unless your death will change the world or someone's life trajectory, your lost life is meaningless. Natural selection, you are sitting here now , it means that you actually don’t want to die, and you can’t die, otherwise you would have been terrified and shot by Mr. Chen on the first day here, I’ve seen too many cowards like that.”

Teng Cuo bowed his head and did not answer.

"How wonderful it is to be alive," the boy sighed, "Don't you have anything else you want to do?"

"Yes." Teng Cuo scratched the wall of the well with his hands, his voice sounded like a dream language, "There is a person, what he did with him made me look up. I once aspired to be him...ah, there is another person, I......"

The pale boy looked like a child who wanted to listen to a story. He didn't allow Teng Cuo to stop, and asked hurriedly, "How is he?"

"He's fine," Teng Cuo murmured, "I miss him...I think he'll be fine forever."

The boy didn't mention it clearly, and asked, "What?"

Teng Cuo put his forehead against the wall of the well again and said, "He's fine."

His fingernails scratched the wall of the well, the fingertips were broken long ago, and the blood left bumpy tracks.He blinked, and found that he had written the names "Teng Yong'an" and "Xiao Guo" continuously in deep sticky red.The rough wall was cut into flesh and blood, and his eyes gradually lit up in the piercing pain.

Teng Cuo's finger rested on the spot in the word "Guo", and the blood profusely made it grow discordantly.His fingertips slid down a little feebly, then were lifted up again, and traced again and again.

He repeated: "He's fine...he's fine...he's fine!"

"So," the pale boy said encouragingly, "then you should live for them and do what they expect you to do."

The bloody fingertips paused slightly, and Teng Cuo felt that he was very sick. He knew that there was no other possibility, and he was still breaking with the past.He said desolately: "But I have changed."

But the boy from Inoue said, "It's not important."

"You have to live for something," said the boy. "It doesn't matter what you become."

Teng Cuo raised his face, his gaze was like a ray of moonlight remaining before dawn.

He asked, "What about you?"

"Me?" the pale boy asked.

Teng Cuo asked: "What are you doing?"

The pale boy thought for a while, lowered his voice, and said, "I'm looking for my mother."

Teng Cuo didn't understand, the boy said: "My mother is here, I want to find her." He looked at Teng Cuo, "She looks a bit like you."

"Oh," said Teng Cuo, who had written the word "An" in his wrong hand, "I wish you good luck."

The boy was very polite and said, "Thank you."

Teng Cuo smiled softly, he was almost sure that he was talking to the hallucination, so he turned his head, faced the wall again, and painted the five characters there more boldly.The pale boy didn't speak any more. He really seemed like Teng Cuo's inner demon, who suddenly appeared to help him solve the problem, and then disappeared without a sound.

The blood became heavy, and he wrote these two names when he was most desperate, relying on them to remember his original intention and last until dawn.He couldn't leave them here like this, so he wrote them a few times and covered them with more blood, then continued writing in another place, and erased them again when they were thick and thick.

In the end, none of his ten fingers could bleed. Teng mistakenly put his fingertips in his mouth and tasted his own blood.His throat moved slightly, as if swallowing everything behind these two names.

In Teng Cuo's life, there are many opportunities, events and people that could kill him, but none of them succeeded.Teng Cuo is still alive, he knows the certainty and powerlessness of life, but he chooses to look forward, with an urgent desire for his own strength and value.

He stayed at the bottom of the well for ten days, and when he was picked up, his face was as white as an immortal corpse.However, when he raised his head, his bright eyes were revealed, and the demonic aura still churned in it, stirring up the waves from the abyss.

***

After a year, the manic summer wind blew away the pure white foam of the waves again, and the bullet flew through the air and hit the target.The target fell to the ground in response, and the shooter refused to let go, as if playing with prey, he fired two more shots.

The young man laughed happily, retracted the sniper rifle from the branch, turned around and jumped down from the tree.He had a lollipop in his mouth, a gun in one hand, and a freshly picked coconut in the other.

His hair was loose, reaching the waistline. When he turned his face slightly, he revealed the beautiful curve of his side face and his skin that was covered in ice and snow.He is extremely dazzling, with pink candy in his full lips, even if he simply looks forward, it will make people desire in a glance.

If it wasn't for his tight t-shirt, he would definitely be mistaken for a girl.

The person he hit slowed down on the ground, struggling to take off his body armor.Teng mistakenly put down the gun and looked at her with a downcast smile.

"The last game, you lost." Teng took the candy out of his mouth by mistake, "Sister Cool...oh, Lan Die."

Lan Die stood up holding the body armor, took the bullets off it, and glanced at Teng Cuo indifferently.

"Don't look at me like that," Teng Cuo smiled, "Just to get acquainted with your new name."

They went to sit and rest under the eaves of the base. The training on the island was full of live ammunition, and the body armor was the only protection.Blue Butterfly wore a black vest and rubbed the place where Teng Cuo hit with her hands. Don't think about it, it must be purple.

She still has very short hair, but there are no injuries on her face, and her facial features are clear. She is not ugly.

Teng turned his face to look at the side of her neck for a while, and said, "Why don't you just tattoo a butterfly?"

Lan Die raised her hand to touch the exposed part of her tattoo, and said softly: "Mr. Chen gave me the word 'die', but it doesn't mean I am."

"Indeed," Teng Cuo said slowly, "it's you who flies to the flame."

"I am willing." Lan Die said stubbornly.

"You have a future," Teng Cuo crushed the last bit of candy in his mouth, narrowing his eyes slightly, "The business is very profitable."

"He is willing to keep me by his side, that's enough." Lan Die lowered his eyes and said.

Teng Cuo stretched his slender limbs, and still said slowly: "His sons are several years older than you, you really have a hard time talking."

"You!" Lan Die wanted to make a move, but held back.She said: "I, I'm not... We each perform our duties, and I have no other thoughts."

Teng Cuo laughed loudly, stood up with the coconut in his arms, and said, "Then I'm leaving, bye." He brushed his long hair, "The kind that is destined to see you again."

Lan Die paused, followed suit, and asked, "Are you leaving today?"

"Well," Teng Cuo said, "fly at night."

They looked at the beach one after the other, and there were people doing push-ups by the beach, and they were all teenagers who were trained with them.Except that Teng Cuo and Lan Die have different paths, these people will be incorporated into Mr. Chen's armed forces, and constant fighting is their future.

Teng Cuo wanted to enter the house, and waved to Lan Die before leaving. They were not considered friends, but they were not considered enemies either.Lan Die didn't raise her arm, and said "Bon voyage" to Teng Cuo.

When the sun went down, the helicopter was already waiting on the beach, Teng Cuo tied up his hair and didn't bring any luggage.Mr. Chen stood by the plane door, looking at him with a smile.

"Everything is ready for you," Mr. Chen handed him the new passport and the required documents, "go at ease and concentrate on studying."

Teng Cuo took the things, his eyes were moved, and he said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"You passed the exam yourself." One year later, Mr. Chen's appearance did not change at all. He touched Teng Cuo's face with a snake-like hand and said, "Don't let me down."

Teng Cuo shook his head and said, "No, thank you."

Just like when he came here, he was taken on the plane blindfolded.As soon as those eyes were covered, all that was left on his face was a frail beauty. His narrow nose and slightly raised lips were extremely feminine. His skin was pale and cold, revealing the light blue blood vessels underneath. The fragility of the backhand.

"Little mistake," he heard Mr. Chen's voice in the dark, "waiting for the day you return from your studies."

The roar was accompanied by a gust of wind, and the long hair was disheveled. Teng Zuo swallowed to resist the pressure felt by the eardrum.He leaned against the door and opened his eyes behind the black cloth strips.

He still couldn't see anything, but the scorching gaze silently existed in those ecstatic eyes, like lava, destroying all the deep abysses with bright heat.

This person, and what he has to do, cannot be defined by age or gender.This is the process of refining a demon, and suffering followed one after another, making him less and less like a mortal creature.

The wind passed by Tengcuo, passed through the clouds, and the sea and sky below were the same color, and the blue threads of different shades bit together tightly.The passenger plane to the capital took off from Yufang City, Xiao Guo pressed his forehead, and could see himself clearly through the window.

The boy cut his hair short, neatly revealing his cold and indifferent facial features.Six hundred days and nights were enough to make him taciturn and boring, a dullness that didn't match his age.

A few hours ago, Yang Xuan and Xiao Siye sent him to the airport, and he and his parents hugged each other.He did have a mobile phone and promised to text when he got to the capital.

"Xiaoguo." Yang Xuan held his hand, crying with red eyes.She choked up and said, "You, haven't you calmed down? You really haven't talked to us for a year and a half. Not letting you go to the OUHK is like killing you...Dad If you don’t go on the path your mother arranged for you, being a policeman is very hard and dangerous. Xiao Guo, why? Just because of that, you...you became like this. Why is that? "

She couldn't continue, because she already understood that Xiao Guo wasn't throwing a fit.Xiao Guo also looked a little sad, he hugged Yang Xuan again, and said: "Someone has to pay the debt, I know what I'm doing."

"Then you... tell your parents if you can't continue your studies," Yang Xuan said, "We'll transfer you to another school..."

Xiao Guo smiled and said, "No way."

A smile hung on his lips, but he couldn't reach his eyes no matter what.He has quietly put the pocket money card given by his parents back into Yang Xuan's bag. In the suitcase, except for a few clothes, there are books, and the note that he and that person passed when they were studying in the library.

The plane left cloud traces in the sky, blurring the trajectory as the distance gradually faded away.Changes and parting make it impossible to ignite a part of the body, but death breeds new life. No one knows what kind of light they will bring to the world in the future.

——Volume [-]·End——

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