"I don't want to see it, I don't want to see it, brother, I don't want to see it..."
A little boy of about five or six years old, carved in pink and jade, hid behind the black-haired young man with tears in his eyes. He glanced at the big white pig tied up on the wooden platform not far away and the man standing on the edge of the wooden platform holding an iron The middle-aged man holding the knife had his little mouth flattened and his little head shaking like a rattle.
The little boy is now sad and scared. Although this big white pig is not cute, it is very pitiful to kill it with a knife. Moreover, the father not only wants to kill it, but also insists on watching it, which is too bad.
"Dad, Xiaobai is still young now, why don't we wait until he grows up?"
The black-haired boy touched the little boy's head, his eyes gentle and loving.
The strong man glared at the little boy and said with a straight face: "We can't wait any longer. Our Shi family has been killing pigs for generations. I watched your grandfather slaughter three overlord pigs when I was three years old. You also started when you were four. Learn how to kill a pig, this little brat is five years old this year and has never even seen a pig being killed!”
The black-haired young man's face stiffened, and he said softly: "Xiao Bai is timid, and... I will inherit the Shi family's business. Xiao Bai, let him choose his own life, okay?"
The strong man was silent for a moment after hearing this, and sighed: "I am not that cruel to let a top student from Tsinghua University become a butcher of pigs. You..."
"I'm fine."
The black-haired young man smiled slightly, as gentle as the spring breeze in March, "What happened to the butcher? The butcher's child can still become the top scorer in the college entrance examination! And although we kill pigs, we have never hurt anyone. Even the butcher is kind. Butcher. The most important thing is that Xiaobai doesn’t like killing pigs, we should let him do what he likes.”
The strong man opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. His eyes were soft and dim, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
"I love killing pigs!"
Suddenly a clear voice sounded, and the little boy walked out from behind the young man, wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, and said in a sweet voice: "I don't want my brother to be a butcher... I like killing pigs, I... I'll do it Be a butcher!”
The black-haired young man and the strong man were stunned. The expression on the little boy's pink face was so serious that one could not believe that he was only a five-year-old child.
The little boy suddenly had a sad look on his face, and said with a frown: "But the big white pig will be very painful, can you not kill it?"
The strong man squatted down and said softly: "Don't worry, dad won't let it feel pain."
The little boy was stunned and asked: "It won't... hurt?"
The strong man laughed, patted his chest and said: "We in the Shi family do not have ruthless butchers. Your grandfather often said that although we kill pigs, the most important thing we should not forget is kindness. We are the ones who let the big white pig leave without pain. A principle that must never be violated.”
The little boy opened his mouth, lowered his head, his eyes full of sadness, "But... the big white pig... will still die, right?"
The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly. No matter how kind a butcher is, he is still a butcher. With one knife, the life taken away will still be a sad death no matter how peaceful it is.
The black-haired young man patted the strong man on the shoulder and whispered: "Dad, don't push Xiaobai anymore, I know you don't want the inheritance of the Shi family to be wasted in your hands, and you don't want to disgrace your grandfather's spirit in heaven. .. Dad, I understand, so I will take this responsibility. I don’t like those complicated cities. I like the air here and this village with you and Xiaobai."
The strong man patted the slender hand on his shoulder and said softly: "Your hand was born to hold a pen, how can I let you hold a knife? Forget it, forget it, kind butcher, this is a self-deceiving joke. It's enough to come to me. If you get scolded when I go to see your grandpa in the future, I will just face him with a shy face, haha."
The strong man's laughter was bold and not artificial. The young man twitched his lips, but he couldn't laugh.
The little boy raised his head and glanced at the young man, then turned to look at the strong man. He suddenly let go of his little hand holding the young man's trousers, ran to the edge of the wooden platform, and stared at the tied big white pig with wide eyes. He said: "I want to see the pig being killed, I... I'm not afraid anymore!"
There were clearly tears in those bright black eyes, and the look of biting his lower lip was pitiful, but his firm expression was moving.
The strong man's eyes were slightly moist, and he walked forward, saying as he walked: "A long time ago, our ancestors of the Shi family pursued sealing the throat with a knife, but that would make the pig die extremely painful, so after countless years of improvement, our Shi family The current choice for killing pigs is to stab them straight into the heart!"
The strong man walked up to the big white pig, pointed at the left chest of the big white pig, and said: "This is where the big white pig's heart is, but the fat of the pig is very thick, so it is very difficult to stab the heart with a knife. If you are not careful, it will cause big white pig's heart." Pigs bring more suffering."
"But, this is the responsibility that we men of the Shi family must bear. This knife must be quick, accurate and cruel, without hesitation, without mercy, without mercy, because this is the only kindness we have left as butchers!"
As soon as the strong man finished speaking, he suddenly raised his knife and stabbed the big white pig in the left chest.
"whimper!"
The big white pig whimpered, his body twitched, and he closed his eyes directly. There was no more movement. A living life did not even have time to struggle before it was completely dead.
The knife came so fast and suddenly that the little boy with his eyes widened had no time to close his eyes.
"Wow!"
The little boy was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw himself into the young man's arms and burst into tears.
The strong man sighed deeply. Why didn't he cry so heartbroken back then
The young man hugged the little boy tightly, his eyes filled with distress.
"After graduation next year, I will come back to kill pigs."
"This Qingming Festival, I will tell your grandpa that we will not kill pigs in the future."
The two of them said these two sentences at the same time, which had different meanings but had the same meaning.
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In the dark cupboard, the black-haired young man and the little boy were curled up and hugging each other. The little boy was shivering, and the black-haired young man kept caressing the little boy's back.
"Don't worry, dad will be fine. Those bad guys... someone will take care of them."
The young man seemed to be holding back something, and his voice trembled slightly when he spoke.
The little boy's eyes lit up and he said hurriedly: "Hero... Brother, the hero will come to deal with the bad guys, right?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed twice and said in a positive tone: "Of course, those heroes Xiaobai saw on TV are specifically here to deal with bad guys. Heroes will definitely save everyone, but dad will definitely not Something happened."
"Um!"
The little boy nodded heavily, and his trembling body gradually calmed down.
At this moment, several footsteps with different rhythms suddenly came from outside the house.
The young man's breath was stagnant, and he hurriedly "shushed" the little boy and said in an inaudible voice: "Don't... make a sound..."
The little boy nodded slightly, buried his little head on the young man's chest, and his body began to tremble again.
Suddenly, a hoarse and harsh voice sounded outside the house, came in through the window, passed through the gap in the cabinet, and reached the ears of the young man and the little boy.
"You losers, you can't beat a butcher with a knife with a gun? You killed two people with a rusty butcher knife, how dare you say you are terrorists?"
Then, a stuttering male voice sounded.
"That butcher... is a bit powerful..."
In the cupboard, the young man and the little boy heard this and looked at each other in the darkness, showing a smile of joy.
The hoarse voice sounded again, "How can it be better than a gun? You are just too stupid."
The stuttering voice didn't stutter this time, and he spoke extremely smoothly, "Yes, yes, the boss is so powerful, he killed the butcher with one shot!"
When the young man heard this, his eyes suddenly glazed over.
The little boy also reacted after a moment and shouted "Ah".
The young man was startled and hurriedly covered the little boy's mouth. He hugged the little boy's body tightly with his other hand and whispered: "Shh, don't make any sound."
However, everything seemed to be too late. Two voices outside the house sounded at this moment.
"Huh? Is there anyone in this room?"
"Boss, I heard it too."
"Looks like something slipped through the net. Let's go. I'm so angry that I can't vent my anger. Let's go kill someone!"
The footsteps gradually moved toward the door from outside the house, but they were still clearly audible through the cabinet door and the closed door.
A trace of despair flashed in the young man's eyes.
But a glimmer of hope was immediately rekindled.
He lowered his head and kissed the little boy's forehead. He spoke very quickly and solemnly: "Xiao Bai, remember, you are the king of kings. You rule the justice and evil in the world. One day, your The power of the evil king will awaken, and you will take all evil away from the world. You will save the world, because you are the king of the world. So, you have to live and live well, this world needs you."
After the young man finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand and hit the little boy's neck hard. Feeling the stiff body in his arms gradually softening, the young man smiled tenderly, like a daisy blooming in the cold winter.
He walked out of the window, picked up a rusty butcher's knife, and rushed out the door.
Soon after, several gunshots and a few curse words rang out in the world outside the window. The noise lasted for a moment and turned into the coldest silence.
And in the world in the window, there is a small life sleeping peacefully.
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In the virtual world, everyone is waiting for the name of that knife. Whether it is the audience, the commentator, Princess Xiao Xiao, or the sudden appearance of the red archbishop, their ears are raised high. The black cocoon and dark shield of the virus can be easily pierced. Cover, the knife that instantly killed Feng Wuhen, what kind of knife was it
"This knife is called..."
Shi Xiaobai opened his mouth, and suddenly two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes.
"It's called... it's called..."
He stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, but the tears couldn't stop, and the words were stuck in his throat, as if he was suffocating.
Two voices kept echoing in his mind.
"Xiaobai is still young."
"Xiaobai is timid."
"Dad, don't push Xiaobai anymore."
"I don't like those complicated cities. I like the air here and this village with you and Xiaobai."
"After graduation next year, I will come back to kill pigs."
"So, you have to live and live well, the world needs you."
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"Merciful butcher, I've had enough of these self-deceiving jokes."
"But, this is the responsibility that we Shi family men must bear."
"This Qingming Festival, I will tell your grandpa that we will not kill pigs in the future."
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Shi Xiaobai raised his dagger, looked up to the sky, let his tears fall to the earth, and spoke to the world in the gentlest voice.
"This knife is called - the pig-killing knife!"
(PS: This wave of memories has filled in many pitfalls and foreshadowing in the previous chapters (if you have time, you can read the previous chapters and you will know how much foreshadowing I have done, hehe.) I am quite satisfied with this chapter. I don’t know about you. What do you think? As for why the butcher knife is so powerful, there will be some explanations in the next chapter. If you like this knife, please vote for recommendations and give rewards!)