Heartbreaker

My name is John, and everyone else calls me Lazy John.

I was born in one of the darkest times.The mainland is short of resources, there is no vegetation, the riverbed is shrinking, and there are dusty wastelands everywhere. The dead animals and people are piled up in mountains, rotting and stinking in the thin air.

In this case, it's a big deal to be born, let alone alive.The remaining people were already dwindling day by day, and they were divided into two tribes, the East and the West. They fought hard every day for supplies and left more bones.

As for why I'm called a "slacker", it's probably because I've never been involved in those childish wars.I ate weathered rocks, drank the uncoagulated blood of the dead, made a harp out of white bones and tendons, and lay on a stone every day, listening to the crows as my accompaniment, plucking the strings and waiting to die.

But I just can't die.Many people who fought for their lives died, only me, a lazy man, survived.I don't have any extra water in my body to mourn the dead, and I can only express my sorrow by plucking the strings twice.

Others have left long ago in search of a more suitable place to live, but I am the only one who stays here, playing the piano day after day, waiting to die.

Until one day, in the open and desolate field, in the sea of ​​blood of thousands of corpses, I met a person.

"Are you playing the piano?"

He said to me, his voice hoarse, but very young.I was taken aback, I didn't expect to meet living people in this ghost place.

He wore a very bulky, tattered cloak, and carried a crooked cane, with withered hands, evidently suffering from the hardships of the journey.

A stranger sat next to me, and I didn't feel anything unusual, even kind.

He said: "Please play a piece of music for me. If you can, tell me why there is no one here. May the Lord bless you."

This man was talking so crazy, I almost laughed out loud.But I finally saw one person and didn't want to drive him away.I played randomly and told him everything that happened here, the root of those corpse mountains.

He listened intently, and at the end of the song, he said to me: "I'm leaving."

I said, "Go straight to the east, and you can see the migrating people."

He nodded and asked, "Aren't you going?"

I shook my head: "I'm a lazy man, I don't want to fight, I don't want to kill people."

He said: "You come with me, I promise I won't let you fight."

I looked at him like I was insane.He didn't force me to walk eastward slowly, leaning on that crutch.I watched the tottering figure drift away, pulled my hair in distress, and sighed.

After meeting another human being, I couldn't bear even the simplest "loneliness".

"Please wait for me!"

In the end, I—"Lazy John" picked up the bone piano, propped up the lazy body for the first time, and ran towards that figure.

****

The man I follow is a lunatic.

Also a miracle.

Call him crazy, he is really crazy.On the day when the migrating troops were met, it happened that the two tribes of the East and the West started to fight.Under the dim sky, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the most dazzling thing was the cold light of the sharp weapon.The roar of those people almost deafened my ears, and I couldn't even move my legs.

I was just about to find a place to lie down and repair my bone harp when the catastrophe was over, but I saw him walking straight towards the center of the battle between the two groups without hesitation.

"Come back!" I yelled in horror, my legs still limp in place, "You are crazy, you will be killed!"

He didn't hear my words, leaning on his crutches, determined to go his own way.I watched him walk into the rampant crowd, with his heart raised in his throat.I was already ready to pick up his bones, but what happened next surprised everyone.

"I'm going to the northwest, where the light source is. Do you want to go with me?"

He smiled and asked the two strong men who were fighting hard, their bodies were stained with splashed blood.Those two looked at him like a fool, probably because they thought he was annoying, so they swung their weapons at the same time and shot down on his head!

"Wow!"

At the moment when the sharp blade was about to chop his head, streaks of golden light suddenly shone from his body, and the two sharp weapons bounced away.

The two strong men were knocked into the air together, yelling loudly, and he sighed, walked to the other side, and asked kindly: "I'm going to the northwest, where the light source is, you want to go with me Is it?"

At the beginning, he was still very small in the crowd, until he knocked down the two leaders without moving, and the fighting gradually subsided.

Everyone stared at him as if they were staring at a rare water source, not daring to move, but he stood at the center of attention, without changing his face, only calmly smiled and said:

"I'm going to the northwest, where the light source is. Do you want to go with me?"

At that moment, I thought he was like a god.

Others might think the same, but they are more afraid of his power.A sharp blade cannot penetrate his body, and a machete cannot break his head. He is weak and thin, but like a copper wall, no one can break through.

I moved away, ran to him through the dumbfounded crowd, and heard someone ask, "Northwest, what are you doing there?"

"Can't you see it?" He pointed to the sky and said, "Northwest is where the light source is."

We raised our heads foolishly and looked towards the place he pointed, only to see a lump of black shadow, but nothing.

Everyone stared at him suspiciously, and said coldly: "We can't see the light source."

"That's a pity," he said, "but maybe I can take you there."

Someone asked viciously, "How do we know you're not a lunatic talking nonsense?"

"Because I did see the light source." His tone was so determined that he was calm like a lunatic, "But I will not force you to do anything. Where there is light, it is the source of the Lord's creation. There are trees, There is water, there are birds and beasts, and we will never suffer again."

We looked at each other in blank dismay, clusters of suspicious gazes pierced this calm-faced man.After we have seen misery and suffering, it is hard to believe that such a terrible word as "hope" seems to be a poisoned knife that will tear us apart.

He looked at the hesitation of the others, sighed softly, and turned around to the northwest by himself.

I follow him.

****

The next day, when we woke up, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and was surprised to find that there were hundreds of people following us.

Excited and panicked, I almost jumped up, but he remained calm, still holding on to the crutch, and headed northwest.

In just a few days, hundreds of people followed us.All the people from the Eastern and Western tribes gathered together and followed behind him, walking without saying a word.

When everyone decided to follow him, he remained silent instead, and could only keep looking at the "light source" in his mouth, trying his best to lead us the way.The long journey was extremely exhausting, and we quickly ate up the dry food we carried, and could only eat the meat of dead animals to survive.

It's not that we don't want to eat dead human flesh, but that once we do, we will die instantly, and God knows why.

To be honest, the lack of food is not the most uncomfortable thing, it is the lack of water that makes people feel overwhelmed.Especially in this place, it is almost impossible to find a few drops of water.

In the beginning, we could only store blood in water bladders. Later, fewer and fewer people died, and fewer dead animals were encountered, and the water shortage became more and more obvious.

When the journey went on for a period of time, the backlog of conflicts suddenly intensified, and people who had been silent began to shout.

"How long until we arrive?!"

Someone in the line yelled rudely, and soon aroused the dissatisfaction of the others, shaking his fists and shouting at his back.

I was terrified.And he is as calm as ever, and it seems that no fear can knock him down: "I just follow the light source. As for when we can arrive, it depends on our fate."

Everyone exploded because of this sentence.I stood beside him nervously, and saw countless eyes shining fiercely in the crowd.

They must be planning something.

Sure enough, as expected, they found me the next night.

"John, you must have no idea what we found."

I was pressed on the rock, and I glanced at him sleeping under the starry sky. My jaw was broken vigorously, and I was forced to look at other people.

"That lunatic, why do you think he is invulnerable?" A certain tribal leader whispered to me, "We found out that he has only one eye and red hair... red hair, the symbol of the devil."

"He is the devil who leads us into the eternal hell!"

****

I'm John, Lazy John.

Before that, even seeing the death of my biological parents, I did not shed a single tear.

But at this moment, seeing him bound hands and feet with rough ropes and hanging on a cross, I cried.

Those people made a careful plan, and while he was sleeping without warning, they bound his hands and feet, planted a cross stake in the ground, and threatened to burn the hateful devil.

I heard their trembling shouts, the torches in their hands burst into sparks, and exhaustion was written on their angry faces.

Looking at the dead sky, I suddenly felt a similar tiredness.What if he was killed?Will the world change, will we not be hungry or thirsty?

In the past, we regarded him as "hope", but in the end, we wanted to kill "hope" with our own hands.

"Damn devil, why did you kill us!"

He was tied to the cross, watched the roaring people silently, and said: "I am not a devil, as I said, I will lead you to where the light is."

"There's a fart light source here! We can't see it!"

He sighed: "If you can't see it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. You are used to the darkness, but you turn a blind eye to the light... Although I don't know when I will reach the light source, I do know that once you throw the torches on me, I will burn It will be yourselves."

The crowd was enraged, and they shouted like a tide for a while, they all threw torches and threw them at him!

Everyone was waiting for this "hateful devil" to be burned up by the flames, but the moment the flame touched his body, the overwhelming flames suddenly rolled towards us like a rising tide!

It happened so suddenly that we were all petrified.A group of people screamed and ran desperately, dragged into the center of the vortex by the ferocious flames, struggling in the sea of ​​flames.

He didn't move an inch in the flames, and he wasn't hurt at all, but we who threw the torches were going to be burned to ashes.

At that moment, looking at his intact body, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and knelt down.

The others just ran away screaming, but I looked at his face, raised my arms tremblingly, and wept uncontrollably.

"Please save us! Tell us, how can we put out the fire?"

I'm a pretty shameless scum, not only shameless, but also stupid.I watched him betray all relatives, tied to a cross and burned, but I didn't stop him.

Now that I was backlashed by the flames, I could still put on a shy face and beg him to save me.

"Please!" I wailed, "help us!"

But I just believe that he will not be indifferent, he will save us.

Even if we betrayed him, lied to him, threatened to kill him, and did the most heinous things to him, he would not abandon us and crush us to pieces.

In the unpredictable fate, only his expression in the fire is eternal, kind, sad, full of love and compassion for us.

"Of course I will save you, as long as you are willing to believe in me."

He watched us burnt by the fire, his high-pitched voice overwhelmed the howling fire, and said in a clear tone that everyone could hear: "Listen, use the blood in your water bag to extinguish the flames on others! "

"Only in this way can the fire be extinguished!"

The noise was even worse, and everyone shouted and panicked.We must know that everyone regards the water bag as life now, who is willing to use up his "life" to save others?If we can't survive ourselves, who can save others?

In the raging fire, I saw everyone's answers.They hugged their water bags tightly, and would rather have their robes burned, their hair burnt, and their skin scorched, than splash out their own life-saving straws.After all, even if there is a fool who does this, who can guarantee that other people will not pour water on him.

Some people couldn't stand the burning of the fire, and poured blood on themselves, which only made the flames more intense.

"It must be someone else's water."

He was tied high on the cross, looking down at us, his eyes sighed, "You must rescue each other."

Our hearts are full of tangles and struggles.Everyone had a water bag in their hands, but they just hugged each other tightly and rolled in the sea of ​​fire.

In the end, the situation directly evolved into that everyone would rather die together than take the risk to save each other.

"Ahhhh!"

When I was dizzy from the hot black smoke, I suddenly heard the cry of a child.A child, with flames all over his head, stumbled and fell to the ground, rolling in pain.

People around were dying to watch the crying children who still had the strength to cry. Some people's eyes were moved, but the hand holding the water bag remained motionless.

The child does not have a water bladder, and it is useless to save him.

Suddenly, I seemed to feel his gaze.He was looking at me, at Lazy John, his first traveling companion since birth.

I couldn't even open my eyes, but in the eyes that seemed to be there, I struggled to support myself, unscrewed the water bag, surrounded by scorching fire, and walked to the side of the crying child.

"Don't cry!" I yelled dizzily, "I'm here to save you!"

In an instant, the blood splashed and fell on the top of the child's head, dousing the fire!I waved my arms, disregarding the raging fire on my body, and poured the remaining blood to the people around me, shouting as I splashed, "Stand up, I will put out the flames for you! Don't be afraid, we will live together!"

Braving the golden fire all over my body, I roared to the sky with all my strength, and poured out every drop of blood in the water bag——

Pfft!

I exhausted the last bit of strength and fell to the ground with stars in my eyes, but a trace of cool liquid dripped down the dry and cracked ground along my hair.

"...?"

My eyes were dull, and I was stroking my wet hair in a daze. I suddenly thought of something, raised my head suddenly, and looked at the scene in front of me with trembling eyes.

In front of me, countless people unscrewed the water bag and poured blood on the burning bodies of others!The bloody water streaked across the air with bright arcs of light, and where it landed, those ferocious flames immediately turned into a puff of black smoke, leaving our bodies and rising into the air.

And we shouted, desperately pouring the source of our own life, just to wash away the flames and ashes of others.

I looked at the others in amazement, seeing that the boundless sea of ​​fire was gradually extinguished by the insignificant blood in our water sacs, gradually revealing its original appearance.We helped to get up, hugged and wept bitterly, thanked each other, thanked God, and everyone's face was filled with the joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

And at this moment, he also freed himself from the cross, wrapped himself in that fat robe, supported a cane, and walked in front of us, with a peaceful smile on his weather-beaten face.

"I'm glad," he said, "you're free from the devil's bondage."

I raised my head with tears in my eyes, and in the place where he pointed, I vaguely found a star-like light.

There were no casualties, and everyone stood up with the support of others.He looked at us, his robe fluttering in the night wind, like a fluttering banner.

Looking up at the sky in the northwest, he said softly: "We are weak and small. Because of this, we are connected to give others a warm hand when necessary, not to stab a sharp knife .”

"so……"

He turned his head, raised his arms, and reached out to us earnestly, "Let's love each other, friends. I understand the pain of hate better than anyone, so I understand the power of love better. If you will hold others' hands, From then on, we are brothers and sisters, sharing weal and woe, relying on each other in life and death, and will not leave any of them behind."

"We will no longer be afraid or panic, because the people closest to us are by our side. Whether we fall into a cliff or into an abyss in the future, we believe that there will always be a hand waiting by our side to protect us save……"

****

In fact, when I heard his words, I thought, if these words were spoken by other people, we might beat each other half to death.

But now, when these words came out of his mouth, we held other people's hands, bowed on our knees, wept bitterly on the ground, and sang love and hope with tears in our eyes.

From then on, I knew that each of us—we who have been displaced, fighting and fighting...

From the bottom of my heart, I am so eager to meet such a person who can lead us out of the abyss and lead us out of the sea of ​​suffering.

[O God, my heart longs for you,

Like a deer longing for a brook.

Only you are the love of my heart,

I long to worship you.

You are my shield of strength,

My soul is surrendered to you alone.

Only you are the love of my heart,

I long to worship you...]

I looked at him with tears, looked at the thin and hunchbacked figure, and re-examined the stranger I met in the sea of ​​corpses.He still looks weak, but his tall figure is indestructible.

Through his body, I seem to see thousands of brilliant colors mixed together, depicting his miraculous life.

He is like a majestic and benevolent king, but also like a wandering prodigal son.

He is like a villain who makes trouble, but also like a saint who is compassionate and compassionate.

He drank the stinky blood and held the fragrant flowers.

He had heart-piercing hatred, and also had unforgettable love.

It was like the only light and miracle that remained in this terrible hell.

The author has something to say: The hymn "Like a deer yearns for streams" is sung by everyone in the article.

The name "John" is a meme =v= Can any little angel guess it~