Chapter 2 Chapter two

It was six years later when he returned to this city again.In the past six years, he still lived a life of murder and escape. Although he was tired of it, sometimes, continuing the old habits is the best way to survive.Yes, killing has become his habit, and he is also used to the sudden sound of gunshots and the sudden collapse of his body.He was used to the blood and the groans of the dying man.He doesn't have any longing or desire for life, if he doesn't accept the task like this, and then complete it, then it will be completely lifeless. The purpose of his return is naturally to kill people.And he certainly doesn't miss it.He quickly completed the task. Although he was spotted, he ran fast and soon lost the chaser.

He ran for a long time, and finally stopped to rest when he reached the outskirts of the city.Panting heavily, he looked around and found a large yard surrounded by iron railings behind him.There are many children in it.The children were of different ages, all dressed in shabby and rough clothes, and their faces were covered with dirt.He walked around the fence outside the big yard, and then found the sign: Orphanage.He had already guessed that this place was no stranger to him. He remembers his childhood in an orphanage.He remembers that every New Year’s Eve, he and all the children there would put on a very rare new dress to welcome the visitors. They would smile, bow and say thank you all the time, so as to win the sympathy and joy of those people. , so that they can willingly take out the money.He remembered being like all the other kids at the time, pretending to be cute and pitiful, sometimes in exchange for a small piece of comforting chocolate.Yet he was ashamed.He was so young, but when he put on a smile, he felt shame billowing like smoke.It seems to be an animal, kept in a cage for people to visit.When he was little, he looked around the walls of the orphanage, which was the iron cage where they were locked up, and then he looked at the children around him. They were ignorant of this kind of confinement, and they would be very upset because they ate an extra candy today. satisfy.how sad.One night when he was thirteen, he climbed over the low wall of the orphanage and came to the outside world.How happy he was at that time, for the freedom he finally grasped in his hands.He felt that he could finally not be a person dominated by others, or even an animal.

Perhaps it is because of the fear of being dominated and controlled in his childhood, he has great pleasure in being able to dominate and control other people, especially when he can control other people's lives, he feels an unprecedented pleasure. This is twenty years later when he came to the orphanage again, not the one he had when he was a child, but he saw the same situation, as if it hadn't changed in decades: the children in the orphanage, with a smile on their faces They will walk extra cautiously, speak softly, and hold the only candies tightly in their palms or in their deepest pockets, reluctant to eat them anyway.His eyes flicked over the faces of those children one by one. They had the same insensitive expression, without the slightest gleam in their eyes, and the occasional rare laughter was crackling, not crisp at all.

Just when he was bored and wanted to leave, he saw her again.He didn't recognize her at first, after all, he hadn't seen her for six years, and the child's growth was so rapid.She was squatting at first.She was wearing a large dark blue dress, which should have been worn by a child older than her, and it was obviously too big for her.She was so thin, she was surrounded by a big skirt like a helpless pencil stuck in a pen holder.She squatted there wholeheartedly observing a sparrow with a broken wing.The sparrow was knocked down when it rained heavily yesterday, and it spread its paws and lay on the cold, cold soil after the rain.The girl squatted, watching it with detailed eyes, with a serious attitude like a scientist.His eyes fell on her because she looked different.On her face, the cowardice and triviality of children in the orphanage could not be found.Her face was extraordinarily red, and her eyes were wide open all the time, with a fearless calmness.Her body was exceptionally flexible, even when she was squatting like this, she swayed from side to side like a rumbling little machine.What shocked him the most was that she always laughed.He wondered how a dead sparrow made her so happy.She shook her little head and opened her mouth, as if she was watching a wonderful circus performance.

He kept looking at her, and felt that this strange girl had a vigorous and magical life force, which made her flourish like wild weeds.He saw her reach out her little hand and grab the little sparrow's paw.He thought she was going to comfort the injured little animal, but she suddenly picked up the little sparrow and stood up.Then she stretched out her arms and gave the sparrow a hard shake, and it flew into the sky with a whoosh.It didn't even have time to let out a tragic whine, it had already crossed the fence of the orphanage and landed in the grass outside - not far from where he was standing.The girl watched the sparrow cross a semicircle in the sky and followed it with her eyes until it fell to the ground.She looked extremely excited, with a pomegranate red light flowing on her small face.

He looked at her fixedly.He saw the shoes on her feet, she was dragging a pair of red women's shoes, too big for her, and very old, dull red with mottled lines and patches of worn bare skin color.Like a face of sorrow and ringworm. It was as if a white lightning flashed in his heart.He looked at the girl again, maybe her face could not be confirmed, but her expression was the same as that of the girl who stepped over her mother calmly six years ago.Yes.This is her, he thought.She is not dead.He suddenly felt that this girl probably had an inseparable connection with him.That connection gripped him like a hand reaching out from the shadows.

He turned and left. He returned in the evening with several large bags of food in his hand.Chocolate, small cookies, and red bean pie.He entered as a visitor to meet the group of children.He gave them food.Sure enough, they were like the children in the orphanage in his memory when they were young, they took the food flattered and held it tightly, but they were reluctant to eat it.He walked up to her.Her little hands and face were dirty, and her shoes were too big, and her little feet were dangling in them. They were already worn out, and pus was leaking out because they hadn't been healed properly.But she didn't know it, just laughed, playing with her own fingers—anything can be her toy, and at this moment she was tearing off the bulging skin from her fingers one by one.It didn't seem to be her own finger, she didn't feel any pain at all.When he came over, she raised her face and looked at him.He picked up her little hand and put a small cookie in her dirty palm.She glanced at it, casually.Then she popped the cookie into her mouth.The cookie was a little big, and she didn't rush to swallow it.Just biting it like this, with half of it still exposed, she continued to lower her head and play with her fingers.She also stopped looking at him, as if she was very familiar with him, someone she saw every day.He even wondered if she remembered him.

He suddenly picked up the girl and lifted it above his head.The girl's shoes fell off because they were too big.Her little bare feet kicked in the air.Probably touched the girl's itchy spot, the girl giggled loudly, the cookie in her mouth fell out of her mouth, and hit him on the head.The girl saw it and smiled even more happily.She also stretched out her hand and thumped him on the head.The girl's skirt was blown up in the wind, and he could see the girl's body from below.He saw a half-inch long wound on her belly, which had already healed.Her skin is very fair, and the scar is not ugly at all, it is in a perfect arc shape, like a woman's full lips, slightly upturned proudly.Like an elegant feather perched on her

body.He was amazed at its beauty.He has seen countless scars in his life, but there has never been one as beautiful as this scar on her body.He felt that it was a work of art, and that he was the creator of this work of art. He lifted her over his head, and she knocked on his head. He had just shaved his hair half a month ago, but now he only grew short stubble, and the knock was particularly loud.She liked the sound so much that she couldn't stop laughing.He grabbed her waist and turned it round and round. The skirt was like an umbrella on a rainy day, and it popped open. He admired the scar calmly.Finally, he freed one hand, stretched it up, and touched the scar.It is as smooth as a clear rain flower stone, but it has the feeling of gently undulating like a mollusc in the sea.

He closed his eyes.And he felt the light of life.Light overflowed from the warm wound bred by the cold bullet.Suddenly, he was so moved. It was a long time before he let go of the girl.He helped her put her little feet back into the big shoes - he looked at the shoes, the mottled shoes should be the blood that had been left there.The girl loves this shoe, it's been her go-to toy for years. He decides to take her away. That night, he led her away.He took her over the wall again, and he took her to ask for freedom again.Throughout the process, he was in an unprecedented good mood.He seems to have returned to his thirteen years old.He jumped over lightly, and climbed over the iron railing wall.And she was lying on his back, very obedient.When he turned over, she thought she was flying, so she started laughing happily again.For her, life is like one game after another, which always excites her.

She doesn't have any luggage, except for the red shoes on her feet.