Maybe his cry for help was too soft.
Or maybe the wind was too noisy.
No one wants to stop.
Everyone was immersed in the carnival.
It seems that the pressure of the past, the anger, dissatisfaction, and depression in my heart have all been vented and released.
Everyone is happy, and everyone's face is filled with happy smiles.
This may be the most relaxing time for them in a year.
Only he, only he bears it all.
He looked confusedly at the crowds of people within his field of vision.
He felt this carnival that was not his own as if he was staying out of it.
Do you believe there is a God in this world?
If God really exists...
Why don't you want to look down at him?
The laughter in my ears became louder and louder, and my vision became blurry.
When he died, he was pulled onto the street at some point.
All the residents of the street took part in the carnival to one degree or another.
Everyone became increasingly unable to control themselves in their excitement.
Even a child stepped forward and kicked him out of ignorance and curiosity.
Seems interesting.
Everything seems to be in good fun.
His last vision was of a dark blue night.
The weather is very good tonight, the moon is shining brightly and the sky is filled with stars.
The street lamp occasionally tore aside to emit light.
When people got tired of fighting, they dispersed.
The streets gradually became quiet.
He was looking at the stars all the time.
The stars are so beautiful tonight.
It turns out that after a person is in pain to a certain extent, his whole body becomes numb and he no longer feels pain.
He stared at the stars intently.
After the people dispersed, no one blocked his view.
The twinkling stars seem to be blinking.
So beautiful...
He slowly, slowly raised his smile.
Then the pupils gradually dilated.
Gradually loses focus.
He could never close his eyes.
The night wind was quite cold, but he couldn't feel it anymore.
It's just that there seems to be a rustling sound in my ears.
Although I can hear it, I can't understand it.
His brain seemed to have lost the ability to decode.
He seemed to have lost everything too...
...
In the early morning of the next day, the sanitation workers who were cleaning the house first discovered him.
He died on the road.
Naked.
The whole body.......
It can no longer be described as a human body.
Maybe you have seen a beehive?
The kind of regular holes.
It's a pity that his body is full of holes of different sizes.
Even if the pigs are killed in the slaughterhouse, the meat is separated according to the lines and veins of the meat in a regular manner, and it is not so bloody.
It's unimaginable what he endured and how long he endured that night when people lost control.
Of course, this is not a good thing.
It cannot be publicized to the outside world.
In everyone's silence, his death was classified as a disappearance, and everyone covered it up.
They are the rats hiding in the dark places of this city, marginalized people who live at the bottom and no one cares about them.
Just a dead person.
His story was simply ignored.
There was no splash.
Life goes on for everyone.
It’s not like the teacher has never come to inquire about it.
But all the neighbors maintained the same message.
He ran out for fun and never came back. He didn't know where he went.
Of course, some people know how he lives at home.
So some uninformed people speculated that he ran away because he couldn't stand the atmosphere at home.
No one doubted that he was dead.
After all, the boy is usually a gentle and kind person.
He has good grades, is kind to others, and is used to taking a step back when encountering disputes.
How could such a young man become an enemy and die young?
Everyone felt that he was running towards his own freedom.
As everyone knows, he has been trapped on this street.
From the streets to the end.
He was broken into a thousand pieces.
Everyone worked together to bury him in this land.
Then, something strange broke out.
The aborigine who told the story looked at Cheng Ye in horror and began to speak incoherently and intermittently.
They seemed still immersed in the weirdness that erupted behind them.
His body began to tremble involuntarily.
In their mouths, all this weirdness was brought about by the young man.
It was because the boy was dissatisfied with their 'mistakes' that he came to take revenge.
But Cheng Ye shook his head firmly: "No, the weirdness itself exists, and the young man is protecting you."
The aborigines couldn't believe it. They looked at Cheng Ye with big stupid eyes: "What did you say? He protects us? Why does he protect us?"
Cheng Ye looked at the shocked aborigines calmly and said nothing.
He doesn't know either.
According to his character, whoever treats him like this will definitely pay with blood and take revenge in a more cruel way.
And protect them? It would be nice if you don't kill them.
So he didn't know why the boy wanted to protect them?
Maybe it’s because I’ve never felt tenderness before, so I want to treat everyone with tenderness?
Or maybe it's because he's kind and willing to be himself?
No one knows the answer.
But Cheng Ye knew.
What the young man gave them was what he had wanted to give to himself.
But he died forever.
The aborigines didn't believe Cheng Ye's words at all. They just muttered crazily: "This is impossible!"
"Nightmares can kill us, so how can they protect us?"
"We treated the boy like that, why would he protect us?"
At this moment, Cheng Ye suddenly smiled.
He thought it was all ridiculous.
It turns out that these aborigines know whose nightmare it is.
I also know what I have done.
But in their descriptions just now, they all left themselves out completely.
It was said that everyone was doing it, but I didn’t know why I was tempted to do it.
And the words they said at this time can prove that they are fully aware of what unforgivable things they have done, so they simply cannot believe that the young man who was treated like that would actually protect them.
This is... outrageous, isn't it?
How could anyone really repay kindness with kindness?
Cheng Ye didn't understand either.
But he knows that everyone in this world has different ideas.
Some people's thinking mode cannot reach a certain level, and they will not even feel that they are hurting others.
Just like the aborigines in front of them, they said they were willing to repent, but in fact their words still contained grievances and unwillingness.
They were obviously not the main culprits, they just kicked him casually.
Who knows which kick the young man died from, so why should he also bear the responsibility?
They even feel wronged.
It was clear that they were not to blame for the boy's death, but now they were equally responsible.
There is nothing to say to them.
No matter what, they don't think there is anything wrong with them.
So Cheng Ye just looked at them and said, "Are you willing to apologize to the boy from the bottom of your heart?"
ps: 35 in the group
