Earth Destruction Plan

　　 Daotiao's face saw the beard in a daze, and did not notice the subtle changes on his face, but hurriedly urged him: "Hurry up, it will be troublesome when someone passes by!"

　　 After that, he filled the pit one after another, gasping for breath, and between bending and bending, the heavy stench from his mouth sprayed on the face of the beard.

Suddenly, his beard broke out. In the dark, the face did not see the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. He saw only a face-to-face punch, which hit his chest severely. He sat on the ground with an astonishment. Called: "Your mother is crazy?"

The beard did not speak, he picked up the pickaxe and shovel on the ground, threw them behind the pickup truck with a clatter, got into the driver's seat with a dull head, and started the car. He didn't know what was happening, so he quickly got up and panicked. Pulling the door in a panic, the car started before the car was stable, and the two of them threw down the half-buried Johnson & Johnson and drove the car and disappeared into the night...

Johnson still didn't understand what happened, but he heard the sound of the two people leaving. They don't seem to be coming back again. He sat in the warm mound, looked up at the starry sky for a while, and then had a thick handle. The soil grabbed his body, and immediately felt a warmth. He tilted his head against the wall of the pit, feeling a burst of sleepiness, so comfortable, he didn't have to worry about it anymore, he could sleep well...

After daybreak, Johnson managed to climb out of the dirt pit with half of his leg and one hand. The sun had risen high, and the two things left by his beard were thrown on the edge of the pit—his one contained four. A wooden board with a roller, and a broken wooden bowl.

　　 Some people say that in order to live on, three things are necessary: ​​the road under your feet, the money in your hand, and the hope in your heart.

For Johnson & Johnson, that's enough. He got on his scooter and used one hand to prop up the ground with difficulty. He slammed and slid forward. In the warm morning light, the birds and flowers fragrant. In front of him, he knew that Grandpa was there. Although 6 years have passed, the appearance of the institute is in his memory, as he recalled everything on the first day of enrollment when he graduated from elementary school. It was almost obscured. There are no more left, but he still holds firm confidence and embarks on the road to find relatives.

Time passed quickly. Johnson and Johnson slid through the streets and alleys of Beijing, sitting under the bus stop sign and begging. There were all kinds of messy dry food on the small scooter. Once, someone left the leftovers. Half a can of Jianlibao gave him alms, and he couldn't feel the sweetness when the tip of his tongue was gone, but he knew that it was something rich people drank, it must taste good, and he was very satisfied.

Some people from the orphanage took him away and asked him for his hometown address or the phone number of his relatives. He didn’t know anything. He could neither speak nor write. He could not communicate with others, so they asked him to stay. A group of orphans live in an orphanage, no need to beg, they can eat every day, and they have a small bed of their own.

However, that is not the life he wants. He eagerly wants to see his grandfather, and staying content with the status quo is equivalent to losing the opportunity to meet his grandfather forever. The 12-year-old Johnson couldn't tell, but he understood very well in his heart. It's not a prison. No one can watch him 24 hours a day, so he found an opportunity and slipped away. After repeated attempts, people from the orphanage stopped coming to him, leaving him to wander on the streets of Beijing.

It’s not easy to find someone in such a big Beijing on foot, not to mention a disabled 12-year-old child who can only move forward for half a step every time he slides. Measure the area of ​​Beijing city...

Johnson has been wandering in Beijing for more than half a year. From the cold spring to the rising heat, the time has come to June 1997. The sky is gradually getting warmer. On a sweltering evening after a sultry shower, he was tired from sliding, so he was on the road. Sitting and resting on the grass in a small park next to him.

This is a semi-open park, half of it is grass, and half is a fence. A small door opens at the far end of the fence. There are various children playing on the grass in the park. There are some old people on the stone-paved path between the grass. While playing chess, he was staring at those happy people in a daze. Suddenly, a wheelchair stopped beside him. On the wheelchair, an old man with silver hair was covered with a thin blanket. Behind him, stood a Little nurse pushing a wheelchair.

　　 Johnson thought that he had blocked the way of others like countless times before, so he quickly grabbed his wooden hammer and hit the ground to leave, but heard a trembling question in his ear: "Is it Johnson?"

　　 There is almost no need to confirm. Johnson's lowered head didn't even raise his head. Tears instantly filled his eyes. His long hair hung down to block his face. No one saw his tears.

But at that moment, he suddenly saw his two legs that had shrunk like two weird tails. They were so twisted, dirty and terrifying. No, you can't let Grandpa see him like this. can not!

He decided to escape and slid his car to escape, so he didn't say a word, pushed the ground hard, and slid towards the road outside the small park, but because he was too anxious, the wheel on the side of the small skateboard he was sitting on was on the curb. As soon as he slipped into the air, he rolled over on the road.

"Johnson? Is that you...?" Grandpa's urging voice behind him was hesitant. Johnson did not dare to turn his head. He couldn't take care of the scattered "rations" and got up in a panic, facing the direction with his back, climbing with difficulty. Get on the pallet, once and again, and leave the small park like an escape.

Behind him, Grandpa was sitting in a wheelchair with one hand shaking rhythmically. His mouth was slanted and his mouth was dripping. He seemed to be demented. Every time a boy playing there passed by, he would Shakingly asked: Johnson & Johnson, is that you...Are you Johnson & Johnson?

The night fell slowly, and the showers of the day returned. Johnson was under one of the eaves in the back alley of the street, counting the remaining water dripping under the eaves, and gradually connecting them into lines. The street lights at the entrance of the alleys in the distance lighted him dull and numb. He lowered his head, and his back was already severely rickets. The long-term sitting and bending caused serious problems with his spine. Looking up has gradually become a difficult thing for him.

He looked at the puddles on the ground. Every drop of rain dripped in, smashing his shadow. Two dry stick-like calves were pierced in a ridiculous posture, as if they were mocking his fate. He bitterly pulled it with his hands, trying to pull it back to the same position as a normal person, but just touched it, a violent pain came in an instant, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and broke it fiercely. , Bye bye bye, tears can't stop flowing down...

He wiped the tears from his face and changed to a fierce beating. If he could stand up now, he would at least be able to walk up to his grandfather and show him that he has grown stronger. Big and small, but... everything can only be but.

"Woo..." Johnson and Johnson finally cried out for the first time a few years later. If there is a ranking of sadness in the world, hopelessness is undoubtedly the first to do my part. He has been thinking about it for 6 years. In the end, he went through a lot of hardships and tried the hardships of the world to find his relatives for half a year. In the end, it turned out to be nothing. He hated that he didn't have the courage to raise his head. Now, he will never have the courage to go back.

　　 At this moment, he is just a 12-year-old kid.

Johnson sobbed sobbingly, that utter sadness and despair flooded him like a raging ocean. The sound of rain covered his crying, and the sky lit up with lightning, and then, rolling thunder blasted in his ears. , Finally, Johnson had the courage to cry for the first time in the roar of the rainstorm and thunder, his dark and hoarse voice could not make much sound, just a long series of muddy and fuzzy "Ahhhhh..."

After sadness, crying, the sky will still be bright, the sun will rise as usual, the world will not stop turning because of a person’s grief, Johnson & Johnson understands this truth deeply in the long-term suffering, that is no matter how sad you are Desperate, you have to die, no one can save you, and no one will help you.

　　 He started to circle around the nursing home, never daring to leave too far, for fear that he would not be able to find it when he was lost.

In addition to begging for food, he would curl up in the evergreen bushes behind the low wall of that small park, waiting for his grandpa to come out with wide-eyed eyes. Every afternoon until 8 o'clock in the evening, he would be pushed by the beautiful little nurse. Sitting in the park for a long time, this has gradually become a habit of Johnson & Johnson. Looking at Grandpa, watching him, one child by one, asks, "Are you Johnson & Johnson?"

　　 Although Grandpa must not know himself now, he has never dared to show up to admit himself.

Until that evening, at about 7:30, Johnson and Johnson was squatting in the grass to look at his grandpa. A military-green car drove up on the road in the distance. Two people got in and out of the car. A man with a flat head was followed by a young man. Guards, Johnson didn't care at first, until they walked straight towards Grandpa...

　　 The man saluted a standard military salute, and then began to ask his grandfather what to do. The little nurse beside him was also taken aside by the guard.

Until the man smiled and muttered something in Grandpa's ear, Grandpa's expression suddenly changed back to normal, and his crooked mouth and eyes returned to normal. He became serious and looked at the person coldly. .

But he was too far away. He tried his best to listen and couldn’t hear any conversation. He could only feel that the man respected his grandpa very much. When grandpa was speaking, he was intently trying to capture every word, from time to time. Nodded and smiled, looking like a devout believer.

"Sand..." Suddenly, a person walked out from behind the low wall with a violin box in his hand. Johnson looked back at him unconsciously. He also happened to see Johnson and he looked at his handicap. With his calf and the scooter cushioned under him, he mocked and made a "shh" gesture with one finger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then, he opened the violin case he carried with him and took out a long one from the face. The long black iron tube followed by various parts. Soon, a half-man sniper rifle was assembled. He leaned behind the flower wall, holding the gun body steadily, and pointed it carefully through the scope. While watching.

Johnson went missing when he was 6 years old. He didn’t go to school for a day or read a book. Naturally he didn’t know that the thing was a rifle. He was just curious to see that the man was holding a strange thing, and he was facing his grandpa, waiting for him to realize When the thing was a dangerous thing, he instinctively lifted the broken wooden bowl in his hand and smashed it violently!

　　 The assassin didn’t even think that a small beggar would make such a move. The wooden bowl slammed into his gun’s left hand, so the moment he pulled the trigger, the muzzle was slightly deflected...

　　 But it was too late, and the sound of the gunshot shook everyone on the ground.

　　 In the afterglow of the setting sun, he only saw the soldier slam to the ground. The bullet penetrated the back of the wheelchair of the grandfather who was about to leave, and blood splashed out...

Johnson turned his head angrily to look at the man. He didn't care about it. He picked up the rifle and quickly turned and fled. The guard flew over the flowers and chased him. When Johnson looked back, the soldier was holding his grandfather and shouting. What, Johnson knew that Grandpa was in danger. He went crazy from behind the flowers, slid his small cart, and leaned towards them with difficulty. The garden path paved with stones couldn't slide at all. Every step was a lot of pitfalls. Johnson had to throw away the cart, wriggling and crawling on the gravel road with two useless legs and knees!

　　 Finally, he threw himself down beside his grandfather. In the setting sun, only the overturned wheelchair was left, and the wheel was still spinning idly...