Chapter 1: Ashes

"Moline! Moline!"
A boy yelled softly in front of a low adobe house window.
"What the are you doing in the middle of the night?" There was a muffled voice from the broken wooden window, and there was a bit of complaint in the sleepy tone.
"The Bosta family has just finished harvesting the land. We picked up some sweet potatoes in the harvested field. We are going to roast sweet potatoes in the field outside the village. We ran to call you. Will you come?" said the boy outside the window .
"Come! Wait for me!"
The boy could hear someone murmuring underground and opening and closing the door, and then the main entrance of the low earthen house creaked, and a thin figure covered the door under the dark shadow of the eaves. One step into Yuehua.
In the moonlight, the little boy named Mo Lin had long, unkempt blond hair, broad and full forehead, and a pair of straight brown eyebrows with clear blue eyes.
He was extremely thin and thin, wearing a worn gray linen cloth, and a pair of dirty feet bare under the raw trousers.
"Morin, go away, hasn't your grandfather been awakened?" The boy took Moline's hand and ran out.
Morin ran quickly with the boy, and said, "My grandfather, he slept deeply, and you may not be able to wake him up by playing drums beside him."
"Your grandfather is really a weirdo," said the boy as he ran, "Just not wake him up, let's go faster, those guys may be roasted!"
"Thank you, Matt," Morin said to the boy. "If you eat, you still think of me. I had a meal today."
The boy named Matt smiled and said, "No need to thank you. But you are even stranger than your grandfather. You can't even eat enough, and you are thin like a pole. I was surrounded by the Bosta group. Fight, you actually dared to rush in to help, never seen you as courageous."
"I'm not brave enough," Morin said with a smile, "I'm so mad."
Mo Lin was so angry, but he was really "inflated". After running for a while, he sweated out in his body, gasping for breath, and his body was soft.
"Matt, wait a minute, I can't run!" Morin stopped and said with his hands on his knees.
Matt paused and turned around to ask Mo Lin how he felt. Mo Lin shook his head without saying anything, but felt the pain in his stomach, his eyes were black, his heart thumped. He took a ball from his pocket.
Through the moonlight, Matt saw that the ball was the size of a sugar ball, the whole was blue-purple, and there were tadpoles in red and blue. The patterns are connected end to end, rotating like chasing each other.
Morin looked at the ball stolen from the grandpa's wooden box and stuffed it in his mouth. Immediately, a warm current followed his throat into the abdomen, and the pain in his stomach eased immediately.
"Morin, that's not sugar, what do you always do with it?" Matt asked suspiciously. He has a very good relationship with Moline. He knows the details of Moline and has seen him contain it many times.
Morin straightened his body and said with a smile: "I have it, it is psychological comfort, it looks like sugar, just treat it as sugar. I'm better, let's go."
Matt shook his head and led Morin to run outside the village again.
Leaving the entrance of the village, I saw a bonfire burning in the woods there, and the shadows of three or five children swayed in the woods.
"Quick, Morin," Matt shouted, "the sweet potatoes are there!"
Morin swallowed wildly, really wishing he could fly over. For him who can't eat enough and can only eat rotten vegetables and grains thrown by others for a living, those sweet potatoes are the whole meaning of his life.
They ran into the woods, and the sweet smell of sweet potatoes penetrated into Morin's nose, and he seemed to melt into the whole fragrance. But he was so intoxicated that he didn't pay attention to his feet, and a tree branch just caught him.
"Ouch!"
Morin fell to the ground. Matt hurried back to help Moline, and the children at the campfire laughed when they saw Moline fall.
"Hi, Morin, don't fall for a sweet potato!"
"That's right, a dog will eat immediately after seeing it. You might as well be the dog."
"Morin, come and crawl over, I'm so warm, take a sip!"
"You don't know how disgusting he is. One day he ran to my house to grab the leftovers with the dog and was bitten by my dog."
Matt raised his head and shouted, "Okay, are you interesting? All are poor people, why do you ridicule him so much?"
"That's not as poor as he is," the children who mocked Moline said flatly.
Morin was very angry when he heard these words, but at first, he heard more of these words. Secondly, there was something more worrying about him, so he didn't even bother to say anything.
It turned out that the ball in his mouth swallowed his stomach when he fell. Now he still feels that his chest is blocked and his stomach is uncomfortable, and he is even more worried that if this thing enters his stomach, it will harm his body.
"Let's go, Moline, just as if they were dogs farting." Matra said with Moline coming to the campfire.
Mo Lin grinned reluctantly, still worried about the problem of the ball, but he buckled up several times, but could not spit out anything.
Matt handed Morin a sweet potato and said, "Here, eat it quickly. What are you doing with your mouth there?"
"It's okay." Morin lied and took the hot sweet potato.
A strange thing happened. Mo Linming was able to feel the heat of this sweet potato, but when he received it, he didn't feel how hot it was.
"This sweet potato is so sweet, it's too hot"
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Morin looked at the companions who were holding the sweet potato and changed their hands, excited and frightened. He broke apart the sweet potatoes and ate, while wondering about the unusual things in his body.
"How come I am not afraid of being hot?" Morin thought, "I haven't been like this before, why is that?"
While Morin was thinking of God, something hit him.
"Hey, Morin," a freckled boy said with a smile, "Don't eat alone, you can roast this sweet potato yourself."
Mo Lin swallowed the sweet potatoes in his hands with no skin left, thinking in his mind: "Why don't he! It's not a bad thing, it's more important to fill your stomach first."
He picked up sweet potatoes and sent them to the fire. Instead of fiddle with branches, he sent them directly to the fire.
Still not feeling a sensation, Morin raised his hand and looked at it, but his heart jumped wildly. He wanted to make an experiment to verify his doubts. He reached for the flame and slowly, little by little, entered the fire.
"Morin, what are you doing!" Matt said in shock.
Morin's hand was completely wrapped in flames, but he had nothing. All the children were attracted by Matt's cry and looked at the scene in shock.
"Morin, you, you, you are a monster!" said a child in horror.
Morin drew back his intact hand and looked at the child coldly. The child no longer dared to speak. For a while, the air became extremely frozen, and the children who had scolded Moline were all stunned.
"Cough! It's too late, go home and go to bed!" A child quickly got up and ran away.
Other children followed suit, and soon Molling and Matt remained.
"Morin, what the is going on?" Matt asked in horror.
"I don't know, maybe this is something everyone can do." Morin looked at the flame and knew that he was telling lies.
In Mo Lin's little heart, there was an idea of ​​leaving the village and going out. It's just that grandpa needs to be taken care of, and he himself is useless, but now it seems that the situation has changed.
"What are you doing?" A voice rang behind Moline. "Don't you think that a thief in the middle of the night will not be found?"
Moline and Matt looked back, it was Bosta, the child of the rich family in this village. The sweet potatoes they ate were from his family. Although they were not stolen, they still had short mouths.
This Bosta gambling money with others until midnight, lost a lot, but when he saw the campfire here when he came home, he hurried over to see. When they saw Mo Lin, they wanted to spread their stomachs on them.
"We're not doing anything, just playing here." Matt said weakly, afraid of getting used to Bosta.
"Nothing?" Bosta looked at the sweet potatoes on the ground with the pair of sows. "Where did the sweet potatoes on the ground come from? My house just finished harvesting. Was the sweet potato stolen from my farm?"
"We did not steal sweet potatoes." Morin said loudly.
"I didn't ask you, wild seed!" Bosta said viciously
Morin stood up sharply, and his blue eyes under his broad and full forehead were burning with anger. "Do not say I am a wild breed, you fat pig!"
"Who do you call a fat pig?" Bosta grabbed Morin's collar and pulled him to himself. "You are a dirty poor thief and a thief. My dad was right: you lowly things. , Because the poor do things right and wrong, stolen and robbery everywhere, stealing and robbery, no evil do nothing. Not to mention the wild breeds like you, it is like throwing shit, it makes people sick when they see it."
After Bosta finished speaking, he slobbered Morin. Moline and Bosta wrestled, and they went back and said: "Your fat pig is disgusting, and you are not allowed to call me a wild breed again. I am not a wild breed!"
"What about your mom and dad?" Bosta laughed at Morin with one hand, "We all have mom and dad, what about you? I know, your mom must be a slut, and he was played to death. You You don’t have to ask who your father is, because your dead mother can’t tell. Haha.

"My grandpa said that my parents were killed in the fire to save the people. They are all heroes! I don't allow you to insult my parents!" Morin said loudly with blood-red eyes.
I don’t know if the weather has changed, or because of Moline’s anger, and suddenly a gust of wind blew across the wilderness, and the flame of the bonfire jumped up to a height, swaying in the gust of wind, like a devil trying to devour everything. same.
Bosta watched the campfire suddenly afraid, he just wanted to say something decent and let Moline leave here, but suddenly felt the earth tremble, and then saw the sky to the northeast burning.
Bosta struggled to throw away Moline who was thrown at him, cursing in his mouth, "You are a wild seed, let me die, your grandfather, I'm going home." He finished and kicked hard. , Want to kick Mo Lin away, and then get away and run to the village.
This foot was right in the middle of Mo Lin's lower abdomen, Mo Lin was kicked back a few steps, but still did not stop, just fell into the campfire behind him.
Bosta was afraid when he saw Mo Lin kicked into the fire. He just wanted to drag him out in the past, but he saw an unforgettable scene in his life.
Morin stood up, his whole body was covered with flames, his small angry face was looming in the flames, and he walked to Bosta with all his flames.
Bosta felt his crotch was wet. He looked at Morin in shock, but couldn't move.
The flames surrounding Mo Lin gathered more and more, and gradually formed a huge figure.
"Mortal, you should not come to disturb me, the flame will purify everything"
A burning, full of endless violent cruel voice came out of that flame.
After hearing the sound, Bosta suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted with foam.
"Ah!" Matt also escaped with a scream.
The flames around Moline gradually extinguished, and he fell beside Bosta. An old man appeared in the dark. He looked up at the burning sky in the northeast and said to himself: "It is always necessary to come, just don't know if he can prepare in time."
The old man looked at Morin, picked him up, and disappeared into the darkness.