Chapter 135: Mingming, do you think this is a dream?
"Brother...brother."
When Old Tang heard these calls full of attachment, he felt irritable inside.
Although it can be heard from the tone that the other party is very cautious, for fear of causing his dissatisfaction.
But it's like you are obviously very tired, and when you are sleeping very soundly on the bed with the word "tai" in it, that eager call keeps buzzing in your ears like a fly, and the other person's pitiful
The sound makes you feel embarrassed to yell and chase him away.
The other party kept calling me brother, the key is who is your brother?
Old Tang was very depressed.
He is an orphan who grew up in a slum in Brooklyn, New York, USA. His parents don't even know who his younger brother is or where he comes from. However, the family that adopted him has many younger brothers, and they are all adopted. Every day
They are given some food to eat, and when they have a little strength, they are forced to work to earn money, but most of the money will be taken away by their adoptive parents.
I remember when I was young, those younger brothers would also call him "brother" affectionately, but they just wanted the food in Old Tang's bowl. If he didn't give it to him, those younger brothers would attack him in groups, ride on him and beat him violently.
But Old Tang was also tough at that time. While his brothers were beating him, he would eat like crazy. After they finished beating him, he also finished eating.
There is no other way. If he is robbed once, he will be robbed countless times in the future. If this continues, it will be difficult for Old Tang to survive the next winter. In order to survive, he must defend his own things.
I remember one time when those younger brothers got anxious and planned to use some force to make Old Tang submit, but Old Tang struck first. He held down the guy who was shouting the loudest and hit him in the face with a blaster.
The guy cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf.
From then on, no one dared to snatch his food from Old Tang, because his brothers all knew that this guy was a lone wolf who did not get along with others. If anyone dared to provoke him, he would risk his life.
"Brother...I'm leaving then."
The little boy's voice was a little low, with a hint of sadness.
Then there were footsteps gradually disappearing.
Well, Old Tang admitted that he couldn't bear it at this moment.
When he was adopted by the adoptive parents, although he was given so little food every day that he could not eat enough, he was still willing to secretly share some of the leftovers with a stray cat on the street. Old Tang named him Tom.
, yes, it is the cat in "Tom and Jerry". He hopes that this stray kitten will meet a good family in the future, although there may be a little mouse named Jerry who keeps mischievously following him.
They love and kill each other, but who says they are unhappy?
But then the kitten died. When Old Tang found it, the man was covered in blood. He didn't know how the kitten died. It might have been tortured to death, or it might have been run over by a vehicle on the road.
After death, Old Tang only knew that he cried for a long time. He dug a hole with his own hands in the flower bed where the kitten often basked in the sun, and buried the kitten in it. He even secretly saved food for the kitten for several days.
They were all buried together with it.
Old Tang hoped that the kitten named Tom could sleep forever in this place full of flowers and warm as spring, and never be hungry or cold again.
Now the little boy's call reminded him of the kitten again.
For a long time after the kitten died, Old Tang couldn't help but think that if he had been braver and taken the kitten home for adoption, even if he would have eaten less, or would have worked part-time in the future
All the money I earn goes to the adoptive parents, so I can give the kittens a place to live.
The place doesn't need to be big, it just needs to be big enough for the kitten to sleep. Anyway, the kitten has always been well-behaved. Every time Old Tang feeds it, the kitten will stick out its little tongue and lick his hand tenderly.
If he gets such a small nest, the kitten will not die, but will be able to be with him every day, play together, bask in the sun together, and even live together.
But that's just an if after all.
The little boy was like an abandoned kitten. When he called for his brother, Old Tang seemed to hear the meowing sound of little Tom.
Maybe when little Tom was about to die, he meowed like this, expecting Old Tang to appear.
Suddenly, a strong throbbing surged in Old Tang's heart.
He felt that the little boy was lost and longed for his family to be by his side, so he regarded him as his older brother. Maybe the other person really had an older brother who would always protect the little boy like a superman.
Old Tang felt that he would wake up no matter what.
Hell, he seemed to be still in a trance dream, but the sounds in his ears were so real, even the footsteps gradually leaving were so real.
No matter, wake up first and talk.
Old Tang subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but it was as if he was being pressed against the bed by a ghost. He couldn't get up at all, and he couldn't even open his eyes.
The footsteps in his ears gradually became distant, and Old Tang even heard the other party opening the door to leave.
not good!
This is a slum area in Brooklyn. The alleys are complicated and people's hearts are even more complicated. Once the little boy leaves like this, he may even be swallowed up by this alley. In the future, he doesn't know whether he will be forced to sell drugs or do other terrible things.
For example, organs are sold.
Old Tang was very anxious, and the tragic scenes of Little Tom being tortured and killed by many people or being continuously run over by countless vehicles flashed through his mind.
He felt that he had to call out to the little boy who was about to leave. He was not brave enough to take little Tom with him at the beginning. This time, he could not let the tragedy happen again no matter what!
"Damn it, open it for me!"
Old Tang burst out with all his strength, and with a roar, he rolled over from the bed.
He didn't dare to stop, and immediately stepped forward to call the little boy to stop him.
But when I looked up, I was dazzled by the sun.
He clearly remembered that it was still very late at night before he went to bed. He played several games of StarCraft and won the first place. In the end, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep. Could it be that he was in a trance and it was the next day?
But his room is close to the light rail, and the environment is very dark. Even if there is a little sunshine on weekdays, it is impossible to be like now, when the sunshine almost fills the entire room.
Ah Le? Where am I?
Old Tang saw the layout of this room clearly and was slightly stunned.
Surrounded by all the quaint furniture, from tables to wooden benches, to plaques and ancient paintings hanging on the walls, it feels like you have arrived at an elegant house in Chinatown.
If the dilapidated and dirty little house before could be considered a home, then...his home is gone?!
"Brother, you're awake."
Just when Old Tang was confused, a little boy's voice came from the side.
Old Tang subconsciously turned his head to look.
I saw a little boy dressed in white holding an ink pen in hand and writing on rice paper at his desk. He was writing very seriously, every stroke was so meticulous. There was also a plain white camellia in the porcelain vase on the table.
"Little guy, you didn't leave?"
Old Tang was puzzled.
Because the little boy's voice was exactly the same as the one calling his brother before.
But the other party didn't look like he was about to leave. He was sitting on the stool and writing seriously.
Old Tang glanced at it and saw that what was written on the rice paper was the word "dragon" like a flying dragon and a phoenix.
Even an old man like him can see that this character is written in a very unique way. It feels like it is no longer a character, but is really twisted into a flying dragon.
Until the little boy finished the last stroke, he touched the last point of the word dragon with the ink pen in his hand.
roar!
Like the finishing touch, a majestic dragon roar suddenly echoed from the surroundings.
Old Tang turned his head and looked around in horror, but found nothing unusual, as if the scene just now was just his hallucination.
Old Tang shook his head and wondered whether he had suffered from the sequelae of flying dragons after playing too many Star Wars last night.
"Brother, I'm not leaving."
The little boy tilted his head and smiled at him, with a touch of playfulness on his delicate and tender face.
"I was fooled..."
Old Tang had itchy teeth.
But seeing how cute the little guy was, I thought I'd better forget it, I won't behave like a child.
In fact, when the little boy smiled at him, Old Tang almost started laughing too. After all, the little boy didn't leave, so those tragedies wouldn't have happened.
He could take the little boy to the police station in a while. Maybe the little boy's family is also anxiously looking for him.
He looked at the little boy's delicate Asian face, and coupled with his fluent Chinese, he might be of Chinese descent like him.
This can be regarded as meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
"Little guy, eat the grapes."
Old Tang picked up a bunch of green grapes from the table next to him. Under the sun, the bunch of grapes looked like a bunch of gems, shining with an alluring luster.
Even Old Tang swallowed hard when he saw it. He said that he had never seen such beautiful grapes. Even the smell made people feel juicy and sweet.
He picked up the bunch of grapes and handed them to the little boy.
Under the sun, you can clearly see the little boy's chapped lips. It is estimated that the little boy has been lost for a long time, and may not even have eaten for several days.
Old Tang couldn't help but sigh that the little boy was so lucky that he could live in peace even if he wandered in the slums of Brooklyn, New York for a few days.
He even met his noble man.
Old Tang Tian thought shamelessly, completely forgetting that at first he was very disgusted with this boy's voice, and even wanted to drive him away.
"Yes, is it for me?"
The little boy was a little excited.
"Of course it's for you, take it."
Old Tang smiled.
He clearly saw the little boy staring at the grapes in his hand and swallowing secretly.
It was obvious that he had fallen asleep not long ago. If the little boy wanted to eat, he could have eaten these grapes secretly, but the little boy did not do so.
Old Tang took the little boy's hand and put the bunch of grapes into his hand.
But when he touched the boy's little hand, he found that the other's little hand was very cold, as if it had been frozen.
Old Tang frowned and saw the cabinet on the side. He seemed to remember that there was a robe in it. Although he had never been to this elegant house, he surprisingly knew that there must be that robe in the cabinet.
He subconsciously opened the cabinet and rummaged around, and sure enough, he found a shabby-looking robe inside.
"Little guy, don't dislike it, this is one of the few possessions I have."
With that said, Old Tang put his robe on the boy.
"Is it warm?"
"It's so warm."
The little boy nodded happily, as if it was the first time he had received such a gift, and he couldn't put it down and touched it, even though it was just a shabby robe.
Old Tang was also infected by the other party's happy mood, and patted the little boy's head, "Eat quickly, these grapes are very sweet."
He glanced at the bunch of grapes and swallowed secretly.
There was only such a bunch of grapes in the whole copper plate. If I had known better, I would have secretly taken two of them to try them out.
"Yeah!"
The little boy nodded his head wildly. After grabbing a grape with his little hand, he was about to stuff it into his mouth, but he paused and said, "Brother, eat it first."
Then he fed the grape in his hand to Old Tang.
"ah?"
Old Tang was slightly stunned and did not react for a moment.
"Brother eat first, then I will eat."
The little boy put the grape in his hand toward Old Tang's mouth, eager to let him eat it first.
"Thank you, thank you."
Old Tang was a little moved.
It is said that this is the first time in his life that he has the warm feeling of having family around him.
Although it is just a trivial gesture, for the little boy, this bunch of grapes is a very precious thing. Especially when the little boy wants to eat it very much, he can still suppress his inner desire and hand over the grapes in his hand.
Give it to him.
Old Tang's eyes were a little dazed, and he felt that the little boy really looked like his younger brother at this moment.
Eat it in one bite, it's really juicy and sweet, and it's so refreshing.
"Little guy, you can take one too."
Old Tang grabbed a grape and fed it to the little boy.
The latter opened his mouth happily and ate it.
"Is it sweet?"
“So sweet, so sweet!”
"If it's sweet, eat more. You're too thin and need to add more nutrients so that you can become stronger." Old Tang said with a smile and fed the little boy several grapes in a row.
"Why do you need to be strong?"
The little boy ate the grapes slowly and couldn't help but tilted his head curiously and asked.
"Because only by becoming strong will we not be bullied casually, or in other words, when we are really bullied, we will have enough strength to fight back." Old Tang's tone became serious.
In terms of life education, he has more say.
Whether it was his childhood experiences or his entry into society when he grew up, Old Tang has suffered a lot along the way and learned many principles. But in the final analysis, only when his fist is hard enough, that is
The real hard truth.
In the past, Old Tang's fists were not strong enough, and even when he entered society, he stumbled all the way. Fortunately, in recent years, I don't know if his domineering spirit has awakened or something, but few people dared to mess with him.
He really made Old Tang anxious. Sometimes when he glared at him, the other party would be scared to death. Some even felt like they had a serious illness. They stayed in the hospital ward for several months, and the doctor gave the result that they were mentally ill.
Stress trauma.
It means that a person suddenly experiences the most terrifying nightmare in his life, causing his spirit to be frightened. If it is more severe, he will become an idiot. To put it bluntly, he is almost stunned by the fright.
Old Tang couldn't understand this, after all, he could only stare.
"If you don't want to be bullied, you have to become strong." The little boy murmured, with a grape in his mouth making his cheeks bulge.
"Yes, that's the hard truth."
Old Tang smiled and raised his fist.
Although he knew that the little boy's understanding of strength was only the shallowest understanding, he did not expect a little boy to understand strength and courage. After all, in this world, being able to survive is already good. Sometimes who's
Whoever has a strong fist will have the strongest principles.
"But……"
The little boy slowly lowered his head, obviously feeling a little depressed.
"But what? Little guy, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Old Tang noticed something strange about the former and asked quickly with concern.
"Brother, I don't want to be bullied, and I don't want you to be bullied." The little boy said in a low tone, almost burying his head in his chest.
"I will not be bullied by others. Now I am the one bullying others." Old Tang smiled with emotion.
He didn't expect that the little boy would put himself in his shoes so much.
"Brother, don't worry, I won't let them bully you. No one can bully us."
The little boy suddenly raised his head, his expression became extremely solemn, and even revealed a hint of ferocity.
What he held in his hand seemed to be no longer a bunch of grapes, but a sword shining with cold light. He would chop down anyone who dared to bully them.
"Little guy, you think more than me. Don't think too much. The most important thing for you now is to grow up quickly, get stronger, and eat some grapes."
Old Tang rubbed the little boy's head, then picked off a grape and fed it to him.
"Yeah!"
The latter nodded happily.
"He's in there! Kill him!"
"Quick! Surround this place! We must not let him escape!"
"Yes! He must die today!"
…
At this moment, a hysterical scream suddenly came from outside.
Even if you haven't seen the group of people outside, you can still imagine their ferocious expressions and the bloodthirsty desire to kill flowing in their eyes.
Yes, it's bloodthirsty.
The group outside kept talking about killing him, but it was more like eating him!
"Brother, they are coming!"
The little boy's expression suddenly became panicked, like a poor deer that was about to be hunted by a hunter and couldn't choose its path, but it also had an extraordinarily ferocious look, and it let out a childish roar like a little lion.
"Coming? Who is coming?"
Old Tang was stunned.
It was so quiet outside, even filled with deathly silence.
Only then did he remember that he obviously lived next to the elevated light rail, and he could hear rumbling sounds almost every once in a while, like a steel giant walking by, but until now, it had been surprisingly quiet outside.
It was so quiet, not even a sound could be heard.
As for what the little boy said that they are coming, that is even more outrageous. To be precise, there is not even a sound of footsteps outside. Who is coming? Is it a ghost?
But what’s even more outrageous is yet to come.
Old Tang seemed to be possessed and said subconsciously, "We won't die even if they come. Don't be afraid Constantine, his brother is here."
After finishing speaking, Old Tang was shocked.
What the hell? Who is Constantine? The Hell Detective in the American DC comics?
Old Tang was a little confused.
He didn't know why he said this nonsense, and he said it subconsciously.
However, the little boy burst into tears with emotion on his face.
"Constantine is not afraid. As long as his brother is by his side, Constantine will never be afraid. But brother...why don't you eat me, so that you can have absolute power. There is no cage in this world that can
Trapped you."
The little boy burst into tears, but his delicate and tender face looked extremely solemn.
It makes people feel that everything the little boy said is fact and an irrefutable theorem.
Old Tang was even more speechless.
Why did he eat this little boy? Although the little boy was white and tender, he was not a Tang monk who could live forever if he ate it. Old Tang was also not a ferocious monster.
Although he was indeed a little hungry now. After all, he only ate one hamburger last night, it would definitely be a big joke to eat this little boy. He felt that either God was crazy, or he was crazy, or the little boy was crazy.
The boy himself went crazy.
But what Old Tang said next proved that he was crazy.
"Fool, although you are good food, if I eat you, I will be very lonely. We have only been together for thousands of years, and we must not abandon each other."
After saying this, Old Tang really wanted to give himself a big mouthful.
What do you mean, although you are very good food, hell, do you really mean the word food? We are all of the same kind, so how can you eat me and I eat you?
Then when Old Tang said these words, he didn't feel at all against his will, and it was even natural.
That is, I don’t eat you because I want to be with you, so I won’t eat you as a piece of food.
Good guy, what kind of forbidden thinking is this? Why am I so crazy?
Old Tang covered his face with his hands.
However, when he heard his words, the little boy looked very sad, "Brother, we are an abandoned clan. This is our fate."
"Yes, we are an abandoned tribe. Our destiny is to cross the wilderness, then raise the battle flag, and finally return to our hometown, so death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can swallow the whole world, instead of
It is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone, because we will always wake up, so we have nothing to fear."
Old Tang said in a serious tone.
After saying that, he was so shocked that he quickly covered his mouth.
I really can't imagine that I can actually say such cool lines.
But if it were another drama actor, with his majestic face and his own strong aura, he might be very emotional and make people tremble when he hears it.
However, these words came out of the mouth of this guy who looked particularly festive, and it had a nondescript feeling to him.
After all, even if the eunuch wears a yellow robe, he is not an emperor, but a sissy holding orchids in her hands to criticize memorials.
What's even more devastating is that when Old Tang said this sentence, he didn't feel any sense of violation in his heart, as if it should be his line.
It’s over, I’m too deep into the drama.
"Brother... when the battle flag is raised and you can devour this world, will you eat me too?"
The little boy looked at him with burning eyes, and there was a light of expectation flashing in his clear and bright eyes.
This, this, this... I’m playing Dafa!
Old Tang held his mouth tightly, and his whole body was completely numb.
Unexpectedly, he was so deeply involved in the drama and said those "insincere" words that the little boy also felt very involved in the drama, and also joined the drama together.
What do you mean eating it with you?
The key is, what is the expectation in your eyes? Or are we a family of cannibals who love each other? But this kind of family ethics-like drama plot is too strange.
What's even worse is that Old Tang even subconsciously said something he didn't mean, "No, by then you will be with me forever, and we will rule the world together."
His voice was majestic and cold, with a tone that could not be rejected or even questioned, as if every word he said was the absolute truth.
"Yeah! Brother, I'm waiting for that day!"
The little boy looked at Old Tang happily.
Then he looked outside again and said, "Brother, I have to leave."
"Where are you going? Is your family coming to pick you up?"
Old Tang was stunned for a moment. When he heard that the little boy was leaving, he felt a deep sense of loss in his heart.
Obviously he only spent less than an hour with each other, but the two of them seemed to have walked together for thousands of years.
"Yes." The little boy nodded.
"Then will you come back?"
This is what Old Tang wanted to say in his heart, but when he spoke, he said in a solemn tone: "Goodbye, Constantine, you have to be careful, humans can never trust it."
Okay, he's totally into it.
"Well, don't worry, brother. I only believe in you in this world, because we have been together for thousands of years and have never abandoned each other."
The boy's voice faded away.
Only then did Old Tang realize that the other party had turned around and left at some point, and was about to go out.
"Brother, goodbye really."
The boy stood at the door waving goodbye, two lines of crystal tears shining in the sun.
It was as if the entire sun was emitting light behind him, bright and dazzling. Old Tang subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it.
Until the door closed again, the dazzling light disappeared and the whole room became dim.
Old Tang stood there blankly, as if he had just said goodbye to a close relative.
wrong!
He suddenly began to feel scared in his heart, thinking that he was really stupid. How could he let such a young child leave alone? What if he met a bad person?
Moreover, the little boy said that his family was coming, but he clearly did not hear any sound. Could it be that the little boy had hallucinated, or that the other party was deceiving him.
The more Old Tang thought about it, the more uneasy he became. Finally, he gritted his teeth and rushed out.
If it was really the boy's family who came, he would have to confirm before leaving.
But the moment Old Tang opened the door, he suddenly froze.
Because the world outside the door is a very tragic scene.
The blazing firelight shone on his body, and Old Tang understood that the light behind the boy before he left was not dazzling sunlight, but intense and scalding fire, fire pouring into the sky!
The whole city was wailing and gnashing its teeth in the flames that were pouring from the sky. The burning human figures were running until they were severely stumbled by the charred corpses on the ground. The ground was surrounded by such charred human figures, their faces were ferocious.
They were extremely frightened.
This place is simply hell, everything is burning in flames, making painful and tragic wails.
Thousands of burning arrows fell from the sky, like meteor showers turned into meteors, each arrow carrying the impact of destruction.
The tall and majestic city wall became dilapidated, and the huge plaque on the city wall was also filled with flaming arrows, and eventually it fell down while tumbling.
You can vaguely see the two words on it - Bai Di.
In the very center of the city, there is a bronze pillar erected. The surface of the pillar is engraved with ancient inscriptions, which seem to record the numerous crimes of a very vicious sinner.
However, the so-called most vicious criminal hanging on the pillar was just a handsome-looking little boy.
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It's like a grand sacrifice.
Sacrifice this terrible demon to obtain the grace and gifts of the gods.
The little boy raised his head weakly, and called to Old Tang with a smile as he was extremely tired.
Although he was too weak to make any sound, Old Tang understood the lip language.
The boy was calling, "Brother...brother."
"Who the hell is your brother?"
Old Tang found this scene very absurd and felt that he was completely out of touch with reality.
But when he saw that the little boy was still calling him softly even when he was hanging on a bronze pillar and was about to die, Old Tang felt as if his heart was being cut out with a knife, and it was so painful.
He regrets it very much.
Because he came late, it was like he had faced the kitten named Tom.
He could have rushed out earlier, maybe the little boy would not have died.
Why! Why! Why is fate always so sad! Why is this so fucking awesome!!!
Old Tang couldn't stand due to the severe pain in his heart. He squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and cried with tears streaming down his face.
"Constantine is not afraid. As long as his brother is by his side, Constantine will never be afraid."
The little boy's words rang in Old Tang's mind. Although they were very soft, they were like thunder and lightning roaring in his head.
Old Tang was completely stunned.
He put down his hands blankly, his face full of shock.
Yes, he remembered.
The little boy is not a stranger, he is indeed a close relative who has been with him for thousands of years. He is really that boy's brother...
"Constantine."
Old Tang whispered the name.
At this moment, it seemed as if the whole world was trembling and collapsing.
And Old Tang also stood up suddenly from his sleep.
He was breathing heavily and was covered in cold sweat. The elevated light rail outside made a rumbling noise as it passed by.
Old Tang had never thought that this noise that always made him irritated could be so pleasant, as if it was reminding him all the time that everything in the dream was fake and just an illusion.
"elder brother……"
Just when Old Tang was lying down in exhaustion, the boy's call suddenly came to his ears.
Old Tang was so shocked that he stood up and looked around again. He was the only one in the dilapidated little house.
"Mingming, do you think this is a dream? Or do you think I really have a brother named Constantine waiting for me?"
On the beach, Old Tang finished talking about the dream he had had, and then he couldn't help but look at the boy in front of him and asked in a solemn tone.
At this moment, golden sunlight shone down, making his eyes particularly bright.