Rainy Season

The man was kicked to the ground, and it was difficult for his severely injured body to stand up again. He tilted his head forward, but due to loss of strength, the back of his head hit the ground hard, causing a dull pain in his skull. The shiny leather shoes stepped on his chest, causing bursts of pain from the ribs that had been broken in the fight. He wiped away the blood gushing from his nose with his left hand, and then wiped the red color on the leather shoe. The owner of the shoe stepped down hard, and heard him let out a muffled groan, and then he happily lifted his foot and left. The footsteps became quieter, and vague words came from a distance: "Take... The body... And leave it... Ugly... Um..." "... What?" He couldn't hear clearly. He only opened his eyes slightly with force, and then closed them heavily. ————————————————————————— It was late summer seven years ago. The tangled wires and clotheslines were woven into a tight gray-black net, covering the sky above his head, with only a faint light shining through the gaps. He staggered down the narrow alleyway, covered with oil and sticky grease. He slowly slid down and sat down on the wall. His legs were stretched out weakly, and his bandaged palms were propped on the ground, scratched by gravel. The wall plaster came off in a swipe, and some clung to the wet jacket. Some fell to the ground, mixed with the sewage, and flowed into the sewer pipes. "Hiss..." He moved his shoulders slightly, gritted his teeth, and took a breath, "It hurts so much. Those crazy dogs really deserve their reputation..." Ink was dripping into the sky, and the dim light could not illuminate the dust floating in the alley. The once noisy residential area was silent, as if it was peaceful and peaceful, or lifeless. In a daze, there was a persistent sound of strings in my ears. My eyelids became heavy and gradually drooped. "It's not going to be good this time." His mind was in chaos. After thinking hard, he just squeezed out this sentence, and then his thoughts suddenly paused and he fell into darkness. ————————————————————————— The dark clouds began to paint on the canvas on the ground, first with a few tentative strokes, and then gradually getting better and better. Slowly, the painting became more and more exciting, and the painting became more and more intoxicating, and then the painting was splashed and splashed. The dark jacket was soaked by the rain, soaked up the water, and turned a deep red color. It flowed to the ground, and then gathered into a bunch and jumped into the drainage outlet. The raindrops collided with the canvas and hit his face. His hair and eyebrows were all stuck with blood, but they were freed at this moment, so the whole face became red and purple-black again. "Uh..." A broken moan squeezed out of his dry throat. Cheng Lang frowned slightly, his eyes rolled rapidly, his eyelashes trembled, and he woke up from the darkness. His vision was still blurry, and he blinked hard several times. The pain in his body was numb, and the dizziness made his stomach churn. He coughed heavily, and the base of his tongue wriggled, but it was just retching, leaving a sourness and bitterness in his mouth. He stood up with difficulty, but a pair of shiny black leather shoes flashed in front of his eyes. "It's too bad, it's him." Cheng Lang cursed in his heart, staggered up and looked at the man in front of him. The broad back under the black umbrella holds up a white shirt, and the lower body is wearing suit trousers with sharp trousers, and the cuffs are glowing sapphire cufflinks, which together with his deep eyes reflect a blue. The black hair was a little messy, but it didn't make him lose his "property". "Go back, Cheng Lang, you don't want... To let that happen, right?" The words the man uttered in a low voice made Cheng Lang furious, "Spit." The left side of his cheek bulged, and then he spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, "Dream!" The pain sensation seems to have returned, and severe pain spreads from the bone seams. Cheng Lang tightened his eyebrows and asked in a hoarse voice: "Go back, are you asking me to go back? What are you going back for?" He smiled sarcastically, and then his expression turned ferocious, "Ah... I understand, go back and listen to my father's insults to me, go back Suffering from your torture, go back... Go back and be a useless dog. In the "dog pack", you mad dogs will treat me with contempt, disgust, sympathy, and drive me crazy. Look at me with the eyes you will always use. The behavior that I will never repent has left scars on my body and heart... But you are looked at with reverence and enjoy meticulous care. They will fulfill all your wishes and give you everything you want in the world, including my cheap and inferior 'gift'. We are different. You will be their 'king' in the future. Am I right, my brother... Do you think I am right!" He roared in his heart, unleashing his anger. The man slumped in front of his suit pants bit his lips, his pupils flickering obscurely. Cheng Lang breathed rapidly, staring at the man with fierce eyes. "It seems that he doesn't want to go back with us. What should we do..." The man looked distressed, inserted his fingers into his hair, combed it back, then curved his mouth and ordered softly, "Puppies, let us take our lovely brother home. It's not pleasant to be a stray dog. You all know this, right?" In an instant, several pairs of big hands stretched out, and Cheng Lang was pushed to the ground, his hands were locked behind his back, handcuffed, his eyes covered with black cloth, a ball-shaped object was stuffed into his mouth, and the click of buckles sounded in the back of his head. "..." He was unable to struggle and resist, so he could only hang his head and was thrown into the car. "How many times has this happened?" Cheng Lang felt bitterness in his heart and his eyes felt sore. "You must run away next time, don't make the same mistake again!" "I was captured again. Let me succeed once and escape from this abyss. No matter who it is, please come and save me." "No matter what, I can't escape. I will always be caught and punished severely, but I can't give up. I can't give up... What should I do? What should I do..." "I got caught this time too." "Again." "Again." "Again..." "..." The black cloth covering his eyes was soaked. Was it the sewage stained when he was pressed to the ground, or the blood flowing from the open wound? "His life is a wet monsoon." Intention: Even if there are ups and downs, never give in to fate.