The Death Knell

One sunny morning, today is the weekend and there is no need to go to school. The blond boy is walking on the way to a fast food restaurant wearing the new skateboard shoes his father bought for him.

He saved a little pocket money and planned to buy a set meal at KFC.

In fact, the boy's family background is not bad, and he usually has no shortage of fried chicken, but the new set meal launched today has a bonus toy that he wants.

It is a white chicken-shaped pencil sharpener. You only need to insert the pencil into the tip of the chicken, and then rotate the chicken head to sharpen a pencil quickly and well.

Well, for mature adults, this toy seems to embody Colonel Sanders' bad taste and his cruel and ruthless mockery of birds.

But for a teenage boy, this weird toy is super cool, right?

So after the boy came out of the house, he almost ran towards the fast food restaurant. However, his health has not been very good since he was a child. His premature birth made his respiratory tract a little weak. After running two blocks, he gradually slowed down. .

He puffed up his face and breathed as hard as he could, but his head was still dizzy. He was not suitable for running and he understood his situation, but in fact he just wanted to try out the new shoes.

These shoes are very good, red, light and fashionable. He likes them very much.

So when he found that he couldn't run, he simply stopped running. Instead, he imitated the walking posture of American soldiers on the street, raising his legs and feet high.

When the sun falls on the shoes, the new shoes seem to sparkle.

Showing off, this is pure showing off.

However, in this era, the security in Central City was not that good, so before he had gone far, his shoes were snatched away by a gangster, and two black eyes appeared on his face.

He wanted to run away, but couldn't. He ran too slowly and the bad guys caught him easily and took his shoes away.

"Kacha!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky. When the thunder came, it was already too late. Panda Barry raised his head and looked at the sky, but he didn't see any lightning, but he didn't know when the clear blue sky turned into dark clouds.

Although Midtown is located in the central plains of North America, summer here is like this. The sun may be shining one second, but it may be pouring with rain the next. It made no sense geographically or meteorologically, but it was what Barry remembered from his childhood.

The rain fell, and the heavy rain turned him into a drowned rat in an instant. His clothes with missing buttons clung to his body, and he felt a chill.

People ran home to hide from the rain, but he didn't know where to go. He had no money and shoes, and he had no shame to go home, so he could only keep his head down and continue wandering.

But then the sound of a car horn came from beside me.

"Didi."

I turned around and saw a red family car. The driver's window lowered, revealing a woman's face. She asked:

"Want a ride?"

Barry wanted to smile, but his face hurt so much that he could only show a dumbfounded expression:

"Mother."

He has always been a sensible child. Now that his mother has come out to find him, there is no reason to continue to compete with him. He got in the car, took the towel from his mother, and wiped the rain off his face.

At the same time, he told in a very small voice what happened to him not long ago, and said:

"Sorry, Mom, the shoes Dad bought me are gone. I met the bad boys in school."

The World's Fastest Man, The Flash, Red Runner, Barry Allen had no idea of ​​his future. His legacy will be celebrated across decades and his heroism and selfless sacrifice will be remembered for thousands of years. He continues to be respected and remembered by people.

But the essence of a superhero is an ordinary person. Now as a child, apart from good grades, he seems to have no other advantages.

While boys of the same age were playing football or basketball and running wildly on the field to attract people's attention, all Barry could do was watch from the sidelines without participating at all.

His body is not bad, but it cannot compare with some students who specialize in sports. He has been involved in sports since he was a child. His goal is to join various school teams in high school, and then elect to enter the major leagues to make a lot of money.

Barry has seen a lot of news about sports stars on TV. Those people's incomes are beyond the imagination of ordinary working-class families. The boy can't help but feel a little envious. After all, who doesn't want to drive a cool sports car and live in a luxurious house? ?

But there was always a voice telling him that that didn't seem to be his future path.

So after being robbed, he wandered the streets blankly. It was partly due to these reasons that he felt confused.

Although it is a bit too early for a child who has just entered middle school to think about his future, Barry is a smart, precocious child who wants to work early to share the burden of life for his family.

The car was still moving forward, and the mother banged the horn several times, not because she was furious or had road rage after hearing what happened to the boy, but simply because the car was too old and the horn had some poor contact.

Like now, it took four shots, but it only rang once.

Many mothers would choose to go to the teacher or simply call the police at this time, but she has a different choice. She said:

"Others steal your shoes because they lack love, but you are different. Your father and I both love you. You can give him your extra love. If he has love, he will not steal your shoes in the future. That’s it.”

"I guess so." Barry put down the towel, he was still a little sad: "I sometimes think, if only I could run faster."

"Oh? Why do you think so?" The mother was curious. She looked at her son and didn't think he looked like a good athlete.

They don't even have that gene, and none of their family members are that tall and strong.

The boy's father is a little over 1.7 meters tall, and he is a little over 1.5 meters tall. If his son has an athlete's figure of over 2 meters tall, then maybe he has a genetic mutation after being exposed to nuclear radiation, right?

"Sometimes as long as you run fast enough, you can avoid a lot of trouble." Barry spread his hands. He felt that his eyes hurt again, and now he couldn't express his face: "For example, today, I can obviously not lose my shoes."

"Haha, silly boy, you may not know what troubles those children who run so fast have." The woman freed her hand, touched her son's head, and said with a smile: "Wait until you grow up and run fast enough. Now, there may be new worries.”

"Like what? I can't think of it anyway." Barry only thinks that being able to avoid bad people and bad things is the biggest benefit.

"Such as life pressure, such as relationships, such as career." The mother gave a few examples at random, and suddenly seemed to remember something: "You are not planning to sell shoes at a counter in the supermarket, are you?"

Because of the dark circles under his eyes, Barry looked even cuter when he rolled his eyes.