Yang Meimei is a child who has lacked love since childhood.

It’s not because her family is bad, her family is very warm and she is lucky than most poor children.

It’s not because of personality problems. She is a well-behaved and obedient girl who longs to love others and is also eager to be loved.

The reason why love is lacking is because someone stripped the word "love" from her life.

"Mimei, happy birthday." At the birthday party, at the candlelight dining table, Yang Meimei took the gift box handed over by her father. When she opened it, she saw that it was a birthday cake made by her father himself.

The cake was made into a little lamb, but because of its inexperienced skills, there were problems from dough to cream bubbles, so the lamb grinned and looked very funny.

The mother smiled angrily and said, "Look at the name you gave our daughter. Our surname was so funny. We had to call her bleat. What should we do if we were laughed at by others in the future?"

The father kindly touched the head of Yang Meimei and said with confidence: "What's so funny? Our Meimei is an Aries, a kind and cute little lamb. Everyone will like her in the future, and no one will laugh at her!"

The mother smiled and put a birthday hat on the sheep Meimei and said, "Mimei, happy birthday, mom loves you."

The father was not willing to be outdone and kissed Yang Meimei on the face: "Dad loves you too."

The mother came over and hugged Yang Meimei into her arms and said coquettishly: "I love you more than my dad!"

The father hugged the two of them together and smiled happily: "I love you more than my mother!"

Looking at parents who are naughty and competing like children, if time can go back, Yang Meimeiduo wants to tell them: "Don't love me, your daughter is a monster."

When I came to my senses, everything collapsed.

Dad is dead.

Mom is dead, too.

The dining table with delicious food was covered with blood, black and red blood covered the cake, dyeing the funny sheep with a strange color. The candle that originally smuggled the pleasant atmosphere was extinguished halfway, and the smell of bad candle burnt and blood mixed together to fill the entire space.

At the dining table, my father's headless body collapsed on the chair, and blood was still spraying on the broken neck. The same was true for her mother. Her neck was cut off by a knife, and her eyes were bulging. Their heads were held in her hands by a sheep, and they were roasted on a candle. Finally, the layer of roasted skin was peeled off and threw it to the stray dog ​​outside the door.

This is Yang Meimei’s memory of love, and it is also the first time he met "him".

"Good evening, I finally woke up." At this time, Yang Meimei's face was in a terrible upheaval. It was divided by the central axis of the human body. Her left half of her face was crying helplessly and confusedly, not knowing what happened. But the right half of her face was grim, her pupils were filled with gloomy and darkness, and the right half of her lips began to touch, making a twisted sound, "You can't love others, nor be loved."

The reason why he is called "he" is because this person has always called himself "my uncle". When he first appeared, the word "love" disappeared from the life of sheep woeba forever.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Sheep bleat"

"Puff, I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh at you." The little girl in a dress stood in front of Yang Meimei, hugged her with a smile, kissed her on the face, and said, "Welcome to this big family, we will be friends in the future!"

Friends

Why treat a monster as a friend

On a dark rainy night, there were corpses everywhere, some children were stabbed to death, some were thrown from the attic and fell to death, while the little girl who greeted her, her stomach was cut open and her intestines flowed out, and sheep woeba put her knotted intestines around her neck, strangling her to death.

"You can't love others, nor be loved." He left this sentence with a grim smile, and disappeared into the sound of the heavy rain.

This is Sheep Feafe’s memory of the orphanage.

"This child seems very cold." The auxiliary police sister looked at the sheep in the imprisonment room worriedly. She put her lunch box for dinner in the microwave, turned on the heating switch, and said, "I really feel sorry for me to eat for her."

The sheep bleated and shook, and tears fell.

don't want

Don't be pitiful of a monster

"You can't love others, nor be loved." He held the hot lunchbox he had just handed over, and in front of him was the auxiliary police officer's sister who was screaming in the iron railing. He smiled and spit out his scarlet tongue and broke the auxiliary police officer's sister's neck.

This is Yang Meimei’s memory of the police station.

On the streets in winter, the dense blizzards roared freely in the long street, shaved mockingly on people's faces.

Yang Meimei wrapped herself in a few newspapers and curled up to resist the severe cold, but the cold wind still penetrated through the gap under the paper blanket, like a sharp knife slashing through the skin, making her tremble continuously.

Her side was covered with torn food bags, and the slag inside had been licked cleanly.

"Meow." At this time, a stray cat leaned over and squeezed into the sheep's bleak clothes.

Two homeless little lives are so tightly attached to each other and keep warm.

When the temperature of the kitten came from his arms, the sheep cried helplessly.

Stay away from me

Stay away from the monster

"You can't love others, nor be loved." He grabbed the stray cat that had just licked him. In a miserable wail, he grabbed the kitten's tail and threw it to the ground to death. The blood stained the white snow red.

This is the memory of Yang Meimei's wandering on the streets.

The scenes of the past appeared before Yang Feifei's eyes. Her eyes were blind, but she could still watch the images that were imaged in her mind, just silently until the other herself walked beside her.

He: "Why be afraid?"

Yang Meimei: "I want to love others, and I want to be loved."

He: "Is that so? But this makes me sick."

Sheep woeba: "Why?"

He: "Because you just have me, so-called love is a lot for you."

Yang Meimei turned her head and looked at the pair of pupils filled with darkness and twists: "Do you love me?"

He grabbed Yang Feimei's neck, hugged her strongly in his arms, greedily pressed her on her neck and smelled the fragrance of her body, and said intoxicatedly: "Of course, I love you, I love you very much, I love you so much that I can't eat you."

Yang Meimei closed her eyes and said sadly: "Then why should I keep hurting me?"

He held Yang Feiba's little face and said morbidly: "I didn't say it, love is a lot for you."

Yang Meimei swallowed even more: "How do you want to help me?"

His fingers stroked the sheep's bleating red lips and said twistedly: "Give me your love, your heart, and everything about you."

Yang Meimei shook his head: "I can't do it, I don't love you."

As soon as Yang Meimei finished speaking, she suddenly realized that the hallucination had changed. She was sure that her eyes were blind, but at this time, it seemed that her mind was opened to replace her eyes.

The next morning, the firing squad had entered the dungeon and was preparing to arrest Mo Qian to the execution ground. Now, they are reading the final declaration of death to Mo Qian.

He pinched the sheep's bleating chin and whispered in her ear: "You seem to have less time."

Yang Meimei cried and said, "What the hell do you want?"

He repeated the sentence: "Give me your love, your heart, and everything about you."

Sheep bleat sobbed and shook her head indifferently: "I don't understand."

He rubbed his lips on Yang Feiba's neck: "Don't you understand? Someone has lost his body as a mortal and turned into a monster. And you have to abandon everything before you can be empty. This is the price of awakening."

In front of Yang Meimei, Mo Qian was still carrying out his final resistance, but everything was futile. The soldiers of the execution squad beat him over with two punches, forcibly handcuffed him into shackles and dragged him out.

He asked in confusion: "Why can't you listen to me from the beginning, not love others, and not be loved."

The crying of sheep bleating had diminished, and she said silently: "Because I have someone I love, he loves me too."

He locked the sheep's throat and said with a slight smile: "Then he is going to die now, what's the point of your love?"

Silent, long speechless. Until Yang Feiba turned his head and looked at him with an unshakable look: "Then I will abandon love for love."

This answer put him in a long silence.

He: "From now on, there will be no more cold and hot in your life."

Sheep blea: "Okay."

He: "From now on, there will be no more life and death in your concept."

Sheep blea: "Okay."

He: "From now on, you can see everything and listen to everything, but the vast world will have no chance with you. Family, friendship, and love, all the emotions born as human beings will be submerged in the torrent of emptiness, just like fallen leaves rotting in the soil."

Sheep blea: "Okay."

"Since that's the case, I can leave, and you will never need my protection again." He walked to Yang Meimei, grabbed her shoulders, and left a kiss on her red lips. The dark twisted pupils seemed to be gentle because of this, "Leave something for yourself, right?"

Yang Meimei looked at him, tears no longer flowing out: "What?"

He put his face so close that he wanted to integrate into each other: "Leave something that belongs to humans, be confused, painful, happy, melancholy, and sorrow."

After a long silence, Yang Meimei's lips were slid into a curve, revealing a beautiful smile: "Can I leave a smile?"

He touched Yang Feiba's face, and his entire existence melted in an instant, like frost under the scorching sun, leaving only an illusory voice: "Yes, then laugh."

The spring of 50 years of collapse came later than before, and suddenly, the first life of spring appeared.

While "he" left, a tender green grass was poking out of the soil in the cell and heading towards this vast world, making insignificant but unnegligible contributions to the continuation of all things in the world.

Memories come to my face, and those warm, cold, happy, and sad are all kept firmly by the sheep bleating, without any forgetting, but they are like stagnant water, and there are no more waves.

Everything in the past has become a passing cloud, life is like a dream, Yang Meimei opened her eyes, and her blinded pupils have long been restored under some dark force. Her dark eyes are indifferent, but they are tolerant of everything. She smiled, even though her smile was as beautiful as a poem, she just smiled meaninglessly.

Since then, the last Son of God finally fell into the vast world and stepped into the devastated chessboard. I want to talk about "The Age of Collapse" with more like-minded people, "read novels, talk about life, and find friends~
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