Son of the Olden Days

"Dang...dang...dang." The dense and tight bells echoed over the territory.

In the darkness, two faint fireflies flashed in their eye sockets, and Diller sat up and began to dress.

He didn't sleep, and he was exhausted physically and mentally by participating in the war tomorrow.

But he just didn't sleep, he was silent in the darkness with his eyes open, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

He has been like this for a while, and since Rose's soul disappeared, he would spend a few nights every month drowning himself in grief. The next few days of silence, and then another few days of irritability, this cycle repeated, but it is considered fulfilling.

Raising his hand and wiping it deeply on his face, Diller had to admit that Saul was right.

The loneliest thing is not to be alone all the time, but to be alone again.

When his arm reached into the sleeve, Diller lowered his head consciously, and the sleeves opened again.

He pursed his mouth silently, and continued to pass his arm out of his sleeve.

This old coat inevitably doesn't match Diller's status nowadays, and it is easy to give people a sense of shamelessness.

But what does that matter?

When it comes to life attitude, Diller has always been in favor of Sol.

Sol said, someone else? I never live for others.

So others count as a fart, as long as I live comfortably by myself is enough.

Diller always thought that he was a nostalgic person, just like this old coat, for many years, it is probably the same as the black coat of the guy in Sol. Still wearing it, not because of style or comfort, but because of my sister's needlework left on it.

Diller never told anyone that he actually killed his sister himself.

It does not mean that she was buried with her own hands after she was seriously ill, but when she first left her hometown.

At that time, I wanted to go outside, but I was afraid of facing the unknown world alone, so I brought my young and discordant sister with me. With a loved one around, maybe you won't be so lonely, Diller thought.

Diller did not think it was selfish, because he firmly believed or thought that he could bring his sister a better life.

But many things, in the end, they just thought.

Realistic fangs have always been sharp as knives, and he himself may be scarred all day long, drinking all the malice around him as bitter wine. But the younger sister can't, or the innocent and innocent sister shouldn't endure the ups and downs of these world events.

When I was young, I always wanted to turn the world upside down with the power of one person.

Later, he finally realized that he was never that kind of person, at most he was a bug with only a few ideas.

But the growing up sister never blamed him. Many nights of death and death returned to that cramped and shabby hut. He could always see his sister sitting under the faint candlelight, carefully mending the old piece for him. coat.

That warm picture froze deep in Diller's heart, and became the wings that he would fly over the misery countless times.

It's a pity that good deeds will not last long. Now I can only cherish the joys of the past in memory.

People who regard life as a journey will always encounter scenery, tranquil and long-distance.

People who regard life as a battlefield will always encounter struggles, violent and passionate.

Life is like this, you will meet whatever you choose, there is no right or wrong, only bear.

If she hadn't brought her sister into this sordid world by herself, she might not have died. Now perhaps she is already married, experiencing a fairly safe life in a poor but simple country, and finally dying in bed happily.

When a person loses all his support, he grows up.

Since his sister was gone, Diller thought that his life would be like this from now on.

Walked alone and silently in the endless darkness, and never thought of it anymore.

Until later I met the freak Sol on the guillotine.

After being deceived by his nonsense, he embarked on a muddle-headed journey again.

Thinking of Sol dragging himself and Stant to build the territory at the beginning, everyone felt that this was an unattainable dream, a creative new joke. But with a smile, they didn't realize until they turned their heads that they did it, they succeeded.

Now that I am walking on the street, I will finally be called ‘Master Diller’ by others, but my sister can’t see it anymore.

Later, when I met Rose, the second woman after her sister who would patch up her old coat for herself.

Diller suddenly realized that his luck hadn't been used up yet.

Although this is a dirty and dark world, it can still be shrouded in light.

The problem is that he has lost even Rose now.

Seeing her sleepless day after day, it seems that the helplessness of her sister when she was seriously ill came to pester herself again.

Rose is shining and special, she has never really been close to herself, and has never really been far away from herself.

So in the end Diller thought that even if I can't give you happiness, at least I can watch you happy.

Rose said that there is a saying on the street in her hometown that a poor girl often has only two endings, becoming a prostitute or starving to death. So she chose the third, she steals the wealth of the rich to help her poor.

At least in this fallen world, I am my own hero, Rose said.

After listening to Rose, Diller looked at her very firmly and said, from now on, I will be your hero.

But did I do it?

Listening to the chaotic enemy attack on the street outside at this moment, Diller raised his hand and rubbed his eyes in the dark, opened the door and walked out.

It's time to kill something, maybe only killing can make yourself sober.

In other words, sometimes killing is also a kind of salvation.

If someone asks, is killing more numb to people's hearts or drinking water more numb to people's hearts?

Diller thought it was a killing, because no matter how drunk he was, he would wake up after all.

But killing is not the same, it can make you live as if you are drunk all day long.

After penetrating countless hideous and twisted corpses time and time again, Diller felt that he could finally get drunk.

The chaotic shouting and killing finally faded away.

"Shoo~" Diller took a sip towards the ground after sucking the blood from the wound on his arm.

Standing on the battlefield full of corpses, Diller felt his whole body shake a little. It seems that I really can't be as vigorous as the green-skinned animal of Stanter. Damn, that guy has only one hand left, and he can dance with a scimitar.

Facing the awed gaze of the city guards, Diller silently lowered his head and returned to the street.

"I can see that you are in pain now!" In the alley on the side of the street, a man in black robes suddenly came out and walked beside Diller.

Diller stopped and turned his head to look at him silently.

"No matter how beautiful love is, no matter how happy life is, those are short and illusory. All of this will eventually fall into endless pain because of the final loss. There is no escape from this pain. The only way is to become the pain itself." Dancing hands and feet.

"Come on! Join us! I promise you will not suffer for the rest of your life." The black-robed man stretched out his claws like dead branches to Diller.

Diller's eyes flickered a few times, and finally accepted the other party's guidance, followed the black robe man and turned into the dark alleyway nearby.

After a brief silence, several sharp blades pierced through the flesh sounded in the darkness.

"Big...sir!" A street patrol member was slapped on his arm suddenly, turned his head and thought it was a child who had emerged from somewhere. He just wanted to curse, and suddenly saw the child's face clearly in the street light. .

"Drag away the maggots in the lane." Diller shook his chin at the lane, then turned and left.

Pushing open the secluded door somewhere, the old woman by the bed stood up respectfully.

Diller nodded to her, then took out a few silver coins and stuffed them to each other. The old woman retreated gratefully and helped to close the door.

When the surroundings calm down, Diller sits on the side of the bed lightly and picks up the remaining warm soup on the cabinet.

Gently squeeze Rose's mouth open, and then feed it with half a spoon.

His movements are gentle and careful, and his expression is holy and focused, like a pilgrimage in the dark shadow of death.

Only at this time each day can he recover a moment of peace.

This stubborn woman was already asleep, and could comfort others, Diller couldn't help but cursed with a smile.

Rose has been asleep for almost a year, and I don't know how many such years will be in the future.

"I will always be by your side." In the darkness, Diller whispered softly, then lowered his head sadly.

Earlier, the guy Sol suddenly offered to give up the position of lord, and he asked him the reason. The guy Sol said that was not life, so just throw it away. Diller didn't believe it at first, he thought that guy was just pretending to be deep while enjoying.

But now Diller believes that if Rose can wake up right now, there is really nothing that can't be given up.

In fact, think about it carefully, in addition to the weed-like vitality of Saul, many of the myths he said are reasonable. It's just that some of the guy's words could not be heard at the time, or even if they were heard at the time, they could not be understood.

That guy is like a counterfeit prophet, who can always turn some distortions into truth, reflecting the later.

He said that because I don't believe in the reincarnation of any shit, I never just scrambled.

He said that we are destined to lose the people we love, and only when we are alive can we feel how important they are in our lives.

He said that he would not do anything, he may not think about nothing, he may be calm on the surface, but may not be suffering in his heart.

Saul actually said a lot, but in a blink of an eye, even the guy's dog's head was blown up.

I heard that there are many succubuses in hell. There must be groups of shiitake mushrooms around you, right?

Closing Rose's door gently, Diller took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little cold.

It's obviously midsummer weather, which is really weird. Is it really because of the wind leaking from the jacket?

Go back to his messy nest again and throw himself into his crib.

In a daze, Diller remembered what Saul had said again.

"Don't expect anyone in this world to empathize with your grief."

"No matter how heartbroken you are, your heart will be pierced by a thousand arrows, it will only be your own business."

"Others may sigh and sigh, but he will never know how far your wound has festered."

Diller suddenly shivered and wrapped the quilt tightly. This midsummer night... seemed to be colder.

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