Chapter 1128: The Last Son

Sheep is a child who lacked love since childhood.
Not because her family is bad, her family is warm and lucky than most poor children.
Nor is it because of her personality. She is a well-behaved girl, eager to love others, and eager to be loved.
The lack of love was because someone had stripped the word "love" from her life.
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"Well, happy birthday." At the birthday party, at the candlelit dining table, Yang Xi took the gift box handed over by his father and opened it. It was a birthday cake made by the father himself.
The cake was made into the shape of a little lamb, but because the technique was not so good, there were problems from baking to cream, so the lamb was grinning and looking funny.
The mother smiled angrily and said, "Look at the name you gave our daughter. Our family name was sheepish. I had to call her a slap. What if someone laughed at me in the future?"
My father kindly touched the sheep's head, and said with confidence: "What's funny? Our family is Aries, a kind and lovely little sheep. Everyone will like her in the future, no one laughs at her!"
The mother smiled and put a sheepskin hat on her, saying, "Oh, happy birthday, mom loves you."
Unwilling to show weakness, his father kissed Yang Yang's face, "Daddy loves you too."
The mother came to hold the sheep in her arms and said diligently, "I love you more than my dad!"
The father embraced the two together and smiled happily: "I love you more than my mother!"
Looking at parents who are naughty like children, if time can go back, Yang Yu would like to tell them: "Don't love me, your daughter is a monster."
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When God returned, everything collapsed.
Dad is dead.
Mom is dead too.
The table on which the dishes were placed was full of blood, black and red blood covered the cake, and the funny lamb was dyed with a strange color. The candle that had smoked the pleasant atmosphere was extinguished in half, and the unpleasant candle burnt The smell mixed with bloodyness filled the space.
At the dinner table, his father's headless body collapsed to the chair, and blood was still spraying from the broken neck. The same was true of the mother, her neck was cut off with a knife and her eyes were bulging up. The heads of the two were held in the hands of the goats, roasted on a candle, and finally the peeled and burnt skin was peeled off and thrown to the stray dog ​​outside the door.
This is Yang Yang's memory of love, and also the first experience of meeting him.
"Good evening, Uncle Ben finally woke up." At this time, Yang Ye's face was undergoing a terrible upheaval, divided by the central axis of the human body, her left half of her face was crying helplessly and confused, not knowing what happened What happened. But the right half of the face was smirking, the eyes and pupils were filled with gloom and darkness, and the right half of the lips began to be involved, making a distorted voice, "You can't love others or be loved."
The reason why he is called "he" is because this person has always called himself "Uncle Ben". When he first appeared, the word "love" disappeared from Yang Yang's life forever.
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"Hello what is your name?"
"Yangyu ..."
"Oh ... I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh at you." The little girl in a dress stood in front of Yang Yang, hugged her with a smile, kissed her, and said, "Welcome to this big Family, we will be friends in the future! "
Friend ...?
Why treat a monster as a friend ...
The dark rainy night was full of corpses. Some children were stabbed to death, some children were thrown to death from the attic, and the little girl who greeted her had her stomach cut open and her intestines flowing out. She wrapped her knotted bowel around her neck and strangled her alive.
"You can't love others or be loved." He smirked and left the sentence, disappearing in the sound of heavy rain.
This is Yang Yi's memory of the orphanage.
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"This child seems very cold." The assistant police sister looked at the sheep in the prison cell anxiously. She put her lunch box ready for dinner into the microwave oven, turned on the heating switch, and said, "It's pitiful ... me Let her eat the hot stuff. "
Sheep curled up, trembling, tears dripping down.
Don't ...
Don't pity a monster ...
"You can't love others, you can't be loved." He was holding the hot lunch just passed, and in front of him was the assistant police sister with a screaming head stuck in the iron fence. He smirked and spat a scarlet tongue. , Broken the sister's neck.
This is Yang Qian's memories of the police station.
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On the winter street, the dense blizzard snarled in the long street, ridiculously scraping on the people's faces.
Sheep wrapped herself in several newspapers and huddled into a ball to resist the cold, but the cold wind still penetrated through the gap under the paper blanket, such as the sharp blade of a knife across her skin, making her shiver.
She was surrounded by ripped food bags, and the debris inside had been licked clean.
"Meow." At this moment, a stray cat leaned over and squeezed into the sheep's clothing.
The two little homeless lives were so tightly attached to each other to warm each other up.
Sheep crying helplessly when the temperature of the kitten came in her arms ...
leave me alone...
Stay away from the monster ...
"You can't love others or be loved." He caught the stray cat who had just licked him. In the miserable sorrow, he dragged the kitten's tail and smashed it to the ground, smashed to death, blood-stained Red snow.
This is Yang Yang's memories of street wandering.
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The past scenes appeared in front of Yang Yang's eyes, and her eyes were already blind, but she could still watch the images imaged in her mind, watching so silently, until another one walked beside her.
He: "Why be afraid?"
Yang Yang: "I want to love others and I want to be loved."
He: "Really? But that makes Uncle Nasty."
Sheep: "Why?"
He: "Because you only have to have me, the so-called love is more than enough for you."
Sheep turned her head and looked at the eyes filled with darkness and distortion: "Do you love me?"
He grabbed Yang Yang's neck, held her in his arms strong, greedily pressed his neck to sniff the body fragrance, and said intoxicatedly, "Of course, I love you, I love you so much, I love to eat you. "
Sheep closed her eyes and said sadly, "Why do you always hurt me?"
He held Yang Yang's small face and said sickly, "I'm not saying, love is a lot to you."
Sheep choked: "What can you do to help me?"
He stroked his fingers over Yang Yang's red lips, and twisted, "Give me your love, your heart, everything you have."
Yang Yang shook his head: "I can't do it, I don't love you."
The moment Yang Yang's voice fell, she suddenly noticed that the hallucinations had changed. She was sure that her eyes were blind, but at this moment it seemed that a pair of hearts were opened and replaced her eyes.
Early in the morning the next day, the execution team has entered the dungeon and is preparing to arrest Mo Qian to the execution ground. Now they are reading the final death penalty declaration to Mo Qian.
He squeezed Yang Yang's chin and whispered in her ear: "You seem to be running out of time."
Sheep cried and said, "What do you want ..."
He repeated the sentence: "Give me your love, your heart, everything you have."
The sheep wept and shook her head silently: "I don't understand ..."
He rubbed his sheep's neck with his lips: "Don't understand? Someone has lost the mortal body and turned into a monster. And you must abandon everything to be empty. This is the price of awakening."
In front of Yang Yan's eyes, Mo Qian was still in the final resistance, but everything was in vain. The firing squad soldiers knocked him over with two punches, forcibly shackled and dragged out.
He asked a little puzzlingly: "Why can't you listen to me from the beginning, and don't love others or be loved."
Yang Yang's crying has subsided, she said silently: "Because I have a loved one, he loves me."
He locked Yang Yang's throat and said with a smirk: "Then he is going to die now. What's the point of your love?"
Silent, long silent. Until Sheep turned her head and looked at him with an unshakable look: "Then I will abandon love for love."
This answer put him in a long silence.
He: "From now on, there will be no cold or hot in your life."
Sheep: "Okay."
He: "From now on, there is no longer life or death in your ideas."
Sheep: "Okay."
He: "From now on, you can see everything and listen to all things, but the vast world will miss you. Family, friendship, love ... all the emotions that are born of people will be drowned in the torrent of empty water, like fallen leaves in Rot in the soil. "
Sheep: "Okay."
"That being the case, then I can leave, and you don't need my protection anymore." He walked to the sheep's head, held her incense shoulder, and left a kiss on her red lips, The dark twisted pupil seemed to be gentle for this, "Leave something for yourself?"
Yang Yang looked at him, and tears were no longer pouring out: "What?"
He put his face so close, as if to blend into each other: "Leave what belongs to human beings, confused, pained, happy, sad, sad ... leave the same."
After a long silence ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Yang's lip corner draws an arc, revealing a beautiful smile: "Can I leave a smile?"
He touched Yang Yang's face, and the whole person's existence melted instantly, just like the frost under the scorching sun, leaving only the voice of nothingness: "Yes, then laugh."
The 50-year-old spring came later than ever before, and suddenly, the first life of spring day appeared.
At the same time as "He" departed, a tender green grass was probing from the soil of the prison cell and headed for this world, making a trivial but not negligible contribution to the continuity of all things.
Memories came to me, those warm, cold, happy, sad ... They were all remembered by the sheep, without any forgetting, but like standing water, no more waves.
Everything in the past has become a cloud of sight. Life is like a dream. Yang Yang opened his eyes. The blinded pupils had already recovered under some kind of dark power. The dark eyes were empty but accommodating everything. She smiled, even though the smile was beautiful, but it was just a meaningless smile.
Since then, the last godson has finally fallen into the vast earth and stepped on the devastated chessboard.