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But the world really means that the power of boys can surpass the "rules". The holy church has become a devil’s shrine … taboo!
"Are you going to cremate her body?"
The boy heard the sound again.
"The name Gullveig is finally over. Let everything be incinerated and cremated."
"Has Caesar been lying there for three days?"
The church boy tilted his head slightly. Caesar The name sounds familiar …
"That’s how children feel, but they will grow up."
"I think he is still very attached to his mother. He learned sign language when communicating with that woman."
"I’ll feel more natural if he cries, but did you notice his funeral expression? That’s his mother. "
"Children are so strange sometimes, even if he is of unparalleled blood, don’t worry that every strange child will grow up."
The boy looked at his hands. Do I have … rumby blood?
The sound in his ears was so sharp that the veins stood out on his forehead, and the shadows rushed at him like a flood, but they seemed to perceive the monarch’s anger and lingered outside.
It’s like a black shadow around the boy with a physical barrier. They dare not cross this barrier and turn around, and finally gather into a long black dragon to leave from the hole and window.
Everything was quiet. The boy slowly got up and walked to the depths of the church, where something was covered with black tarpaulin.
The boy remembered in his ear that those people had sharply distorted the celebration of his mother’s death.
At this time, the music happened to go to the second section of the Requiem Mass, the Day of Wrath.
"The world will turn to ashes on the day of wrath. David and Sibi once predicted how the world would tremble when the judgment day came."
The whole church resounded with this song like great power, flame and thunder.
The heavy hammer falls on the drum like thunder, walking through the dark clouds. The mixture of rich men and high-pitched women is like the judgment of doom arrival. Qian Qian’s ten thousand angels fly in the sky and sing with great power. White wings can cover the sky and the earth.
This famous song is not only written to mourn sadly, but also a trial song!
Everything around seems unreal, but the boy sings along inexplicably. His pronunciation is best trained and he spits out every sound with a high and vigorous voice!
He jerked off the black tarpaulin …
That’s a motorcycle, a Harley-Davidson Fa By low seat, especially this Harley is much smaller than the ordinary one. Although everything meets the Harley quality requirements, this little guy is like a group of Harley brothers, and the little brother seat is two-thirds normal.
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He remembered that it was his birthday present when he was nine years old, and it was specially customized at a high price.
But no matter how much it costs, it’s nothing because the woman can’t wait for him. She still remembers that when the woman split the wooden box out of the motorcycle, the woman touched his head. "Riding it is like a real man. Caesar, show it to mom!"
The boy is in a trance. Caesar? Am I Caesar?
But the memory is so deep that he understands his mother’s meaning better than anyone else, not to spend money to show his maternal love, but that his mother can’t wait for him to grow up … from the day he was born, his mother was doomed to wait for him to grow up.
But mom is so eager to see him grow up …
So that day he rode this motorcycle Ling Fei across the whole garden and left his father’s Rolls-Royce car with shiny spray paint and scarred tire tracks.
Mom, he applauded, he was happy, he liked mom, he was proud.
The boy kept thinking about things for a long time. He felt a sense of rejection and finally shook his head and gave a long sigh.
He took a square tin bucket and a bucket of kerosene across the motorcycle.
Riding a motorcycle is like crossing a fine horse and driving slowly to the central altar. He deftly goes around all candlesticks and comes to the hexagonal coffin to pour the whole bucket of kerosene on the coffin.
He can’t sign language for a long time, but now he is as skilled as before, comparing sign language with the woman in the coffin.
"Mom, those who have caused you … pain will pay what they have paid … price!"
He was holding a Zipp lighter, and maybe he looked down at the woman’s face for the last time, and it seemed to be repeated several times. After all, this scene was staring with expression and stubbornness in his eyes.
Because mom says men shouldn’t cry, because crying doesn’t make cowards cry.
So he thought he would cry only before he died in his life. At that time, he did his best, and there was no one to help himself. Why not cry at this time?
The boy threw the lighter into the hexagonal coffin, and the flames soared to his corner. He reached out and grabbed the purple curtain hanging from the church and pulled it.
This huge curtain covered more than half of the dome and blew down to the hexagonal coffin. At this moment, the whole fall covered the coffin and all the candlesticks, as if the sky was tilting and the sky was burning seven meters high.
The fire alarm device instantly starts a rainstorm-like water curtain falling from the sky, but the water curtain completely puts out the fire, and the front hexagonal coffin will be reduced to ashes.
"Mom … this is the last time I come to see you."
The boy muttered to himself like some kind of subconscious determination and some kind of heartfelt farewell.