Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty Eight: It's Too Late

So everyone threw the rice balls on the ground, covered in stinky bird droppings, and laughed and said, "No, eat."

After all, these people, like those who came out, rushed out of the broken room with umbrellas and rushed into the unknown depths of the rain.

Glimping the small, ignorant, and pitiless people in the distance, Fang Lang's eyes silently looked at the broken house.

The little boy squatted on the ground for a long time, his clothes were soaked, his body was purple and green, and his lips became darker.

The former satisfaction of swallowing a few eggs is shattered by cruel children who appear to be evil beasts.

Little boy take a deep breath it hurts, it hurts,

Very sad, really sad,

Tears, slipping involuntarily,

sadness, through the eyes,

Why, the world is so cold,

Why, the world is so cruel,

A shattered house, outside it was a heavy rain, and a drizzle of drizzle from the ticks.

Thin body, red eyes, a pair of gentle and cold red hands, time and time again, the cold cold let him wash the wounds and stolen goods.

In a dirty world, how can a clean heart go?

What do lonely and indifferent people use to pray for warmth?

Blood flow was unrestricted, and no matter how clean the little boy was, the wound on his elbow was still bleeding.

Maybe he's tired,

Maybe he's not tired,

In the end, the little boy gave up cleaning and sat like that in front of the broken house.

The eyes are slowly closed, and the next line is warm tears.

A pair of small purple hands hugged her knees and filled her face with tears,

His body was trembling, his face was low,

He was crying, he was sad too, he was helpless and sad.

A seemingly endless rain, a barely obstructed house, a boy in a light shirt and a wounded boy, hugging his knees, silently mourning, sobbing, weeping,

You eat two eggs plucked from bird droppings.

Drinking is a cruel God, without mercy,

sleep, this is wet and cold,

Endure loneliness, endure insult, be full of sorrow and pain, feel the lonely heart in the world, in this cold rain, before this broken house, become calm, become peaceful, become...

Finally, the little boy fell into the cold rain.

The blood red in front of the broken house was stained with a thin body, hugging its knees tightly, just falling into the still raining water,

it's all over,

It's passed,

The icy rain began to dwindle, and a ray of light shone through the clouds.

A beautiful rainbow appeared after the rain

The sun is always in the wind and rain, the warmth drives away the cold, and the light and hope shine in this world.

Only, there was a little boy who never stood up again.

His body, like his knees, fell silently in front of the damp house.

Perhaps he had expected the sun, but it did not appear.

Perhaps he begged for warmth, but it came too late,

People always say goodness is always there, but he can't see it anymore.