【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

The key, someone lost the key.

Salaman searched all over his pockets, but there was no key for him.

The green agate was inlaid on the copper plate. It was a birthday gift from his parents when he was a child. Now the key is gone, and the gift, and the memory, and the tenderness, and the sustenance—all of them are bloody gone. !

He knocked on the door of the house with a bang, his fist pressed against the cold door, and he slid down slowly. He seemed to have no strength to stand on his feet, and knelt on the ground. His thick leather pants blocked the cold on the ground, but he still felt it. despair.

No.

He stood up suddenly, his center of gravity was unstable, so he hurriedly supported the door with his hands, it hurt him so much, he didn't want to cry out, because he had no strength, because he had no purpose, who would feel distressed?Mom behind the door; who wants her to feel bad?It is himself, but now he refuses her care.

This is stubbornness. Some things will become better because of stubbornness, and some things will go to the other extreme, but he doesn't know which side he will go to. Maybe it's a brand new road, maybe it's just half the way, and he doesn't even know himself. Where we met again, the ground cracked, and Gaia abused her children and dragged them into the center of the earth. Those magmas are the music to welcome home. Where are they, those children?

They were melted down, slaughtered, and filled with the desire to explore that path, but they couldn't move forward—because they were dead, killed by their own choices.

He walked outside, pulled away the program controllers, and ran at high speed instead, but in the end it was just like running on a muddy road, so tired that he was out of breath when he reached the side door.

He looked around in a panic, squatted down, and scraped away the snow with his hands. He desperately wanted to know where the key was, and it would never disappear in such a short period of time. This is faith, and only with faith can there be hope.

But no.

But this kind of result obviously shouldn't be established. He searched carefully along the original path, but still got no results. This feeling of helplessness is terrible!

Calm down, he needs to be calm.

In Salaman's mind was the image of returning home: his mother hadn't come back yet, he went to take out the milk from the refrigerator, went back to the house and put the schoolbag on the chair, secretly took out the knife from under the mattress, and walked away. He went to the kitchen to drink a glass of milk that was no longer cold - the key should have been kicked into his pocket after he opened the door, and he was sure he hadn't left it at home.

Where will it be?

It was taken away.

By whom?

By...he didn't know the man's name, but he knew that the man was his neighbor.

"Salaman, are you outside?"

"Mom, I'll go back!"

His thinking was interrupted, but at least he had a new belief, a new hope.

He set foot on the road that he walked back and forth many times again, his hands were red with cold, as if from frostbite, and some parts of the skin were bleeding due to dryness, but he didn't seem to feel it.

He was going to knock on the door—because he'd lost the goddamn key, but Mom leaned over the door ajar to watch him, which saved the knock.

Salaman kept tilting his head, hurriedly went back to the house to change clothes, and then went to the restaurant for dinner. He didn't want his mother to see his face, he wanted to ignore those concerns, and didn't want to see her worried face.

"Salaman, why are you sitting on the same side as your mother?"

"No, it's nothing, I want to be next to you." But he moved the chair aside.

"...Son, you are hiding something from me."

"No, I didn't!" He shook his head hastily, but his long bangs exposed the treated injuries because of his relatively large movements.

"Turn around, what happened to your face?" She put down the fork and stroked his face instead, "Oh no, what happened?"

"Accidentally fell down and rubbed my face on the concrete floor. I was not careful." His eyes looked directly at his mother. He had told this kind of lie so many times that he didn't need any preparations and breathing adjustments. Or the restraint of details can lie by looking at mother's eyes.

People generally avoid the eyes of the questioner when they are lying, people who are sitting will change their sitting posture, people who are standing will shake their bodies or suddenly become stiff, what else?By the way, their feet would jiggle uneasily - not Salaman.

He thought that what he was telling was the truth, and that was the truth. He acquiesced that the rough treatment of those classmates was caused by his own carelessness, and that was an accident, an accident caused by his own carelessness.

"Mom, I'm sorry." His right hand covered his mother's hand touching his face - he didn't want her care, but it was too warm, so...

So his left hand was slowly lifted up and stuck to his right hand.

It would seem like a greedy draw for more affection—contradictory, he shouldn't be asking for it; paradoxical, he's desperately sucking on it.

"Poor child..." Mom's reddish-brown eyes were about to overflow with tears, "Oh wait, what happened to your hand?!"

He took his hand away in a huff, as if he had been burned, which was a conditioned reflex.He brought his hands closer to his eyes and looked at them—the joints of his fingers were so cold that they were dripping blood because of the long time of groping in the snow.

But it's okay, because his hands are still a little numb now, and he can't feel the pain.

"No, no mom, I was pinching a snowball just now, it might be frostbite."

"Salaman!"

Everything stands still.

"Child, don't do this." She held Salaman's hands and put them on her lips to kiss. Kissing is a European habit, and it represents greetings, farewell, caring, and love.

"Mother......"

"Promise mom to protect yourself and don't get hurt all the time."

"......it is good."

Why do you say that?

Is it because of love, what else?

Is it because you are busy so you don't have time to care about me?So what are you up to?The calls, those calls from not far off in Baledik, who did it come from?Dad, what are you talking about?Divorce, who are you ignoring?

it's me,

Salamander Farr.

He suddenly wanted to give back all the care he had received just now. He would rather have no love, but the three of them are together.

Maybe for me, being together is more important than invisible love, so it seems that he is still a child, he is 16 years old, but he is still like a child emotionally.

Don't be kidding, he was just a kid!

"Don't move here. Mom will treat it for you, disinfect and bandage it. I'll get the medicine box."

He nodded without speaking.

White belly comes after dark night, this is an old adjective that no one wants to mention again.

When Salaman woke up, he habitually rubbed his eyes first, but there was some unusual touch.

He blinked and saw the bandages on his hands clearly. This time he felt a slight pain, but he could bear it.

He completed all the preparations before going out in the same order as the previous two days, "Mom, I'm going to school."

"Okay, remember not to go out to play for too long after you get home, as you know, it's actually recently..."

"It's not safe, I know mom, don't worry."

Then he closed the door as if fleeing.

The door...damn he remembered he didn't have the key.

Looking at his watch, he felt that he didn't have time to ask the neighbors if they found his keys. Forget it, let's talk about it after school. Usually, not many people would go out at that time. He decided to take a gamble. He thought the possibility of winning Bigger, much bigger.

But he obviously didn't know what kind of existence the neighbor was.

A neighbor who goes out at night, he needs a lot of luck to be able to meet the neighbor.

And it turns out that his luck is not small.

The night has not yet fallen, and the clouds are torn apart by the dusk, and they will not really appear until all the clouds and nights are swallowed up.

Helan Udos heard the wailing of Can Yun, he woke up, and then realized that it was not Yun Duo who woke him up, but himself.

Hunger has been brewing something, it is thinking about when it will burst out, it seems to be an old gate made of wood, used to prevent floods, but when the water level rises, some water will still flow out from the gaps in the wood, and some will accumulate. Soon those pressures will cause the flood to break through the barrier and pour out.

Now, a terrible hunger escaped through the floodgate.

He sat up, as if meditating, or just in a daze.

No, actually he was listening silently.

Listening to the heartbeat, it came from outside the door, and breathing, getting faster and faster.

Who is there and what is he up to?

Salaman felt that there was dead silence in the door in front of him. He felt that he had lost the bet, but the fact was that he had won, but he was so unaware of it.

One thing he was right about was "dead silence".

Everything that exists next door is lifeless, including the neighbor, or maybe not but who knows?

He finally decided to give it a try, raised his hand in the air, and turned into a "button" posture. Now he is thinking about how hard he should knock on the door.

Time will not stand still, the clouds have been torn to pieces, they have been swallowed up, the bells of the night are ringing, and the danger has come.

Time is running out, mom will be back soon.

She will be sad when she sees a child who has lost her key and cannot go home. Even worse, if she tells her mother that his key may have been picked up by a neighbor, she may drag herself to the door to ask.

Yes, I don't know why, Salaman doesn't want people to disturb his neighbors, and he doesn't know that he is not included.

He took a small step back, and was about to step forward and knock on the door again.

"Click-"

Dangerous golden light flickers in the dark room, whose eyes are those.

"Why don't you knock?"

It was this cold voice again.

If Salaman did not retreat, he might be scratched in the face by the open door.

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