Earth Destruction Plan

Chapter 108: Childhood in a nightmare

It was a nightmare for half a year. In half a year, his beard and knife face broke Johnson’s left and right calves one after another, and he was afraid that he was talking nonsense, so at midnight, he cut off his tongue with almost the same technique.

I heard that the tongue is the most fragile muscle in a person. Its structure is brittle and soft, so as long as a small cut is made from the side, it can be neatly torn from the incision. Johnson doesn’t know this, he only knows to cry. Cry loudly, cry desperately, wailing begging for mercy.

A 6-year-old child, who was supposed to be loved by his parents, was at an age when he was willful and acting like a little prince and a princess, but at this moment is experiencing a nightmare. He has never gone to school, never studied, and even begged for mercy. I don’t know how to say it. He doesn’t remember how many times he has repeated “Please, please, please”. He only says please, but doesn’t know what to ask, what should I do?

Where’s Grandpa? Where did he go? Johnson didn’t know, he began to hate himself, thinking in a daze that he had taken the initiative to go with the two men. The fragments in his memory had long been blurred. He had thought about suicide, but he was seen so strictly that he had no chance at all.

During the day, he learned to be in a daze, like a nervous breakdown, looking stupidly at the open skylight of the abandoned factory building, his little dirty face was so thin that only a sharp chin was left, and his gray face was on the face. With fresh tears, he forgot about toys, snacks, and forgot to go to the toilet when peeing. He just sat on a pile of torn paper boxes, and it took him a day…

At night, he didn’t dare to sleep. He was afraid that once he fell asleep, in the middle of the night, the two men like evil spirits would think of bad ideas. When the sun was shaky and set, he felt that the whole world would collapse. For countless nights, fear has been occupying his heart. He opened his horrified eyes and looked at the two men who were stuck outside the bed and slept hard. He couldn’t escape. He only had one leg. Now he has the strength to stand up. No.

But finally… he was still sleepy. He stuck to it every day until the day was about to light up, and fell to sleep in a drowsy manner. When they reappeared in Johnson’s nightmare in the middle of the night, he could only try to hide behind and curl up. Hugging his head with the only remaining intact arm, the other handicapped little arm trembling violently because of fear, five small baby-like fingers grabbed aimlessly, telling his innocence .

A vise gripped his tongue mercilessly and pulled it out like a lizard. This time, Johnson didn’t call for help again because he couldn’t make a sound. Now, he doesn’t even have the qualification to ask you. .

ooh, the last word he said is still ambiguous: please…

The sharp knife just slashed over, he couldn’t tell whether the tongue was cut off, or it was just pulled down like that…

Since then, Johnson has never begged for mercy, because he knows that for this world, begging for mercy is useless…

Forcibly formed a money cow for two people, a money cow for sympathy. He was hugged by them every day on the overpass, on the side of the road, entrenched there, sitting for a day, with a broken bowl in front of him, and pedestrians hurried past, occasionally toward Throwing some change in, and saving more, Johnson and Johnson grabbed them and stuffed them into a small cloth pocket hung around his neck. This is his job, repeated every day, rain or shine.

On those days of begging, he was silently exposed to the sun and trembling in the cold wind. No matter in winter or summer, he only wore a set of greasy clothes. Gradually, he didn’t feel the heat or anymore. Cold, he never gets sick, as long as it is something that someone else drops on the ground, he grabs it and eats it, whether it is cold or hot, because he does not have a tongue, he never tastes any taste, he does not know bitterness or sweetness, All he knows is that he won’t starve to death…

At first, he looked at passers-by for help, hoping that they could read something from his eyes and then help himself.

However, no one noticed what the disabled child at his feet was expressing. They were busy with their work and pursuing their own lives. Some women accidentally walked to him, and they would pinch their noses and turn around and escape. He had heard countless people cursing his little beggar. Sometimes it was dark, and they would kick over their little bowl if they didn’t pay attention. The little iron bowl cried out for a long time, so he used the remaining one. He crawled over with an arm dragging his body, but no one has ever helped him, even if they just need to bend over…

Sometimes it’s approaching midnight, and people who drink too much will stand by his side to urinate, and warm urine splashes on his face. He doesn’t even know to hide. It doesn’t make any sense anymore. Everything has become a habit. This The filth of the world has made him used to it.

It was 6 years in the nightmare, 2,000 nights and nights, nearly 50,000 hours, which was longer and harder than anyone else’s life. This is all that belongs to his childhood.

For 6 years, Johnson and Johnson lived a life of begging on all the streets in the bustling area of Beijing. When he dreamed, he had dreamed of his grandfather countless times, and that he suddenly appeared in front of him. The grandfather in the dream hugged him with rough and warm hands. In his arms, sitting on his lap, peeling the colorful candy paper, feeding him, grandpa will definitely come to rescue himself, and later, this became the only motivation to support him to live.

However, grandpa did not show up, he was not reconciled, he began to learn to find in the crowd, watching every old man similar to grandpa walk past from a height, he did not give up, until one day, he was searching and saw a familiar ‘S figure…

That figure is one of the few people he knows, it’s her, it’s really her!

Johnson became ecstatic at that moment. He was almost crazy. For the first time in 6 years, he saw the flame of hope. She was standing not far away. She saw herself, and, obviously, she recognized herself. In the past, when he was in the institute, grandpa would occasionally bring himself home to have dinner with his family. Johnson called her aunt, that was grandpa’s daughter-in-law!

She seemed to be shopping with a few colleagues. She was dressed glamorously, carrying a small leather bag, and wearing a pair of black fitness pants that were very popular at the time. Johnson and Johnson was close to the ground. Rescued.

But he couldn’t speak, he eagerly wanted to call his aunt, call her, and let her understand, yes, I am Johnson & Johnson!

She froze for a moment, but still hesitated… the colleagues around her were urging her to ask her what she saw.

“Oh, it’s okay…” The aunt gave a strong laugh, and then walked over. She drew a five yuan from her small bag, five yuan, this is a moral price for a person, although at the time, it was already It’s a generous charity.

The five-yuan money fell into Johnson’s small bowl, she stood up, turned around and left.

Johnson was anxious, he wanted to shout, he crawled on the ground, crawling trying to catch up with her, so much that he spilled his little bowl, and couldn’t take care of the loose change. He was reluctant to give it up. Hope, but, she walked too fast, as fast as she was fleeing for her life, and disappeared into the crowd in a flash. In front of her, there were still dense human legs, running in a panic, and when she turned around, the small bowl was still there. The five-yuan bill was picked up by someone…

She always goes back to tell grandpa, tell grandpa to come to me.

Johnson thought so, and spent sleepless nights after another. He is already a 12-year-old child, and he is also very big. Even if he is disabled, he is a bit too eye-catching. He has a beard and a knife face. If you go down, you will be noticed sooner or later. He is no longer suitable for this industry.

So one night, they took him to the outskirts and prepared a sack and two shovels. In the dark night, two ghost-like people picked up their shovels to dig a hole. Johnson sat blankly and watched. He didn’t want to call for help, he didn’t have the ability to call for help, and he didn’t want to beg for mercy. That was something he vowed never to do again.

When a person’s hope is completely destroyed, death is actually an extravagant desire. He even faintly feels a little happy, so that the days without beginning and end are finally over. He didn’t think about whether he would die or not. No one ever told him. What he will look like after death, he was just thinking very happily, tomorrow morning finally no longer need to crawl under the feet of everyone begging www.readwn.com no need to get up early, you can get a good night’s sleep.

The pit was dug, and the beard came over, picked up the skinny Johnson and placed it in the pit. He didn’t tie up Johnson with a rope, because he didn’t have the ability to run away, and Johnson lay half a man deep. In the soil pit, I smelled the fragrance of the fresh earth around me. There were cut-off plant roots hanging on one side, and lumpy wet mud hung on it.

They didn’t bring themselves to the outskirts. It was like going out. Everything made Johnson feel fresh. He leaned on the wall of the pit and looked up at the starry sky above the mouth of the pit. It was a square world, and the distant stars were bright. Flickering, suffocating beauty.

The face of the knife wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he began to push the soil piled in by the side of the pit with all his strength. The soft soil hulled in, like a soft quilt covering his body, covering the two. With a disgusting and deformed calf, Johnson smiled, and he suddenly felt that he should say goodbye.

Then, he called out to the pit twice.

his beard was taken aback, thinking that he was asking for mercy or was struggling because of fear, so he cursed Juniang impatiently: “Don’t move! I’ll be well soon!”

“Hmm, ah…” Johnson waved his hands, and the movements of the two stopped and listened carefully. What does this little dumb want to do?

After some struggle, Johnson finally used the remaining half of his tongue to vaguely say what he wanted to say: “Wow, I’m tired of…”

His beard was stunned, and the shovel in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, his lips began to tremble, and his hands began to tremble. He understood and really understood. Even though Johnson said so vaguely, he got along with each other day and night for 6 years. It is easy to understand what this 12-year-old kid is talking about…

He said: “Dad, goodbye…”