"Hey."
"Hey."
"Hey."
A small blade with an old-colored copper glow was constantly sharpening on the stone, especially in the middle of the night, exuding a particularly creepy sound.
The moon hanging in the sky also seemed a bit chilly, and a black cat's shadow flashed away in this dilapidated alley.
"Huh." Tailong breathed a sigh of relief, and lifted the slightly smooth surface of the knife that had been polished in his hand under the moonlight. Looking at the sharp and faint glow from it, he showed a trace of his age. Inconsistent cruel smile.
"Living under the knife, dying under the knife, okay?" He stored the blade close to his body, found a small crack under the wall, and got in.
Since his parents died, his place has been taken over by those who seem to be older. They claim that children without parents are not worthy of occupying such a large area of territory.
So for Tyrone, the world is so big that you can make your home anywhere.
Perhaps it was the body with a sharp weapon, he slept particularly peacefully and sweetly this night.
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"Waste like you that has no effect at all will only waste food, right?"
Insult, insult again.
"Why don't you die with your parents? You don't even have the qualifications to stay in the slum, get out! Don't let me see you again, or I will swear that you will get rid of your teeth!"
Ridicule, countless ridicules.
"You are a demon sent by Satan, born in this barren land, will only bring disaster to us!"
The people all over the room stared at a little boy with a skinny face, as if discussing where he was going.
The barrenness of the slums became more and more severe, and it was no longer acceptable to give him more free food. Even the food turned out from the trash can was not something that Tyrone could enjoy.
Even his whereabouts became a symbol of hindrance in the eyes of others.
In fact, when the first person used him as an inflator, what followed was more and more insults and fists.
Tyrone gritted his teeth, silently enduring those angry fists and kicks for no reason, as well as the most brutal curse in the world.
not enough…
Not enough...
Because of the knife...
It's not sharp enough!
If you can't easily cut their throats, looking at their twisted and struggling faces...
It's not called revenge at all!
Young Tyrone was in a small triangular house that he erected on the side of the wall that was about to collapse with a tattered wooden board. The names of those who deserved to die were engraved on the wall.
—
It was another day and night.
Tyrone can't remember how many days he hasn't eaten. He is too thin, and he doesn't even have the strength to shake and straighten up.
Some weakly sticking out his tongue and licking his exhausted lips, he looked at the moon in the sky through the cracks of the wooden planks.
No matter how things change in the world, it always feels comfortable.
Myself tomorrow...
Can you still see this crescent moon
Maybe it will die
I feel that I can't lift it anymore.
"You look very hungry, don't you? There is a small piece of cake here. I stole it from the cake shop on West Street. Do you want to enjoy it together?" At this time, a timid voice sounded with a somewhat immature voice.
Tyrone looked at the outside of the cabin with eyes that were about to open. There was a girl who was the same skinny and was about the same age as him, but there was a little bit of vitality in his big eyes.
"Hello, my name is Daphne." The girl seemed to be bolder, and gently stepped forward and put the very delicious and soft cake in his palm.
"You..." Tyrone's voice was hoarse and dry. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't spoken. Perhaps from the day his parents died, when he watched others drag his parents away with expressionless faces, He never said anything.
"Don't worry, I had a meal this morning, but you, you look extremely hungry."
Tyrone did not speak any more, but began to devour the cake.
The girl held her cheek in the palm of her hand and stared at him grinningly.
Tyrone swears that this girl is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life.
After devouring the cake, Tyrone felt better, and Daphne pushed a small pitcher she carried with him to Tyrone.
"You... Why do you treat me so well..." Tyrone stared at the girl blankly.
"Because, I feel sorry for you. We are all the same people and should not be treated like this." The girl blinked her eyes twice and then said again, "Because my parents... also died in that plague."
At this moment, Tyrone only felt that any of his killing intent was gone. He didn't want to kill people, and he didn't want to bother with those vicious curses.
He wants to marry her, and when he grows up, he will marry her as his wife.
The whole heart is filled with such thoughts.
"Can I marry you?" Tyrone asked at the simple age, innocent words, even if he only knew it for a few minutes.
The girl was dumbfounded, and then said shyly, "But... okay..."
"I will go to work tomorrow. I will see if there are any other small workers in those logging mills. I will work desperately to make money! When I grow up, I will marry you!" Tai Long raised his delicate arm.
The girl smiled and nodded.
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When a person has goals and motivation, then any difficulty he encounters is no longer a difficulty.
It's a joyous chapter that pushes him forward.
When the sky was dark, Tyrone got out of the alleys of the slums. He was going to the logging yard in some remote suburbs. I heard people mention before that there would be good work to do, although it would be more difficult.
After noon, the young Tyrone finally jumped from a grocery cart, escaped the scolding of the cart owner, and dashed into a logging factory.
After kneeling down and begging for a long time, an old factory manager with a white beard finally agreed to accept him as a small worker here.
Although Tyrone was only eight years old, he didn't have much strength to speak of.
But he was still very desperate. He was obviously only eight years old, younger than all the workers present, and the amount of work in a day could be ranked higher in the middle.
In this way, he was appreciated by the old factory director and kept him.
It was half a year since the time passed. After the old factory manager allowed him to take a day off, Tyrone rushed towards Arnold's slum with a small cloth bag containing no more than five silver coins.
He wanted to use the money he earned to take her to a delicious meal, and walk into the restaurants that he wouldn't even dare to see more in the ordinary days.
He wants to buy her the best bouquet as an engagement agreement.
Because when you grow up, you can marry her.
Tyrone, who only had this little wish, stepped into the familiar alley.
He saw a distorted picture that made his heart almost torn.