What is the real despair? Is it the sigh of giving up, or the numbness of acceptance? Maybe it's both. [No pop-up novel network]

Real despair is like a drowning, trapped in a deep blue, the sun-filled water is just above the head, but hands and feet no longer paddle, just quietly feeling the air. Little by little the burning pain disappeared from the lungs, and then little by little, away from the surface of the water, sinking toward the deeper darkness.

The process is slow and steady, without any waves, and without any struggle, maybe for a second, maybe a century, when the lungs can no longer search for oxygen, full of icy lakes, when the sight can no longer search for light, Surrounded by darkness, suddenly, a thread broke, and everything was over. Without warning.

Henry fell into despair. He tried to restrain his cry of collapse. He tried to stay away from the noise of the world, but the tingling in his chest was still very clear. It was still a real and sharp reminder to him: Even if he became the Walking Dead R, but He is still alive.

The sound in the ear is so clear. The vague groans/groans of the drunkard, the dull echo of the engine sound of the bus, the trivial and sharp friction of high heels, mixed in the breeze in the middle of the night, constantly echoing on the eardrums, ***, dirty , Cheap, vulgar, ugly, rude, primitive, real, as if covered with white sticky trash dumps, flies buzzing up and down, sticky Y body hula hula closed up and down, involving people Disgusting filament.

Henry didn't want to pay attention. He refused to pay attention. He opened his eyes and looked straight ahead blankly. The scarred soul was struggling to find a breathing gap, and then the moan/groan in his ear suddenly reached the top, as if finally Released, and then heard the vicious voice coming over, "Call out all the stinky money!"

It was a naive voice, but it had the vicissitudes of life inconsistent with the age, fierce and vulgar, and the vulgarity that had gone through the dust gave a thick nausea. Henry conditioned his gaze back, not because of curiosity, but just reacting to the voice, and then he saw the thin and immature figure——

She looks only twelve or three years old, and her body is not fully developed. She has a black lace sling underwear hung in a dry curve, and her lower body is wearing a shabby black fishnet stocking and cheap plastic diamond high heels; she has an immature face. She was still carrying baby fat, but her fair skin was covered by the inferior foundation and bright red lipstick.

She is underage, she is a prostitute. She is a prostitute.

The soul that has not had time to grow up, but can’t wait to live a life thirty years later, a serious sense of disobedience is like "Trumen’s world", translating the absurd reality into a comedy, which makes Henry’s The corner of his mouth was hooked. This was supposed to be a mocking smile, but the smile turned into a shallow arc, staying at the corner of her mouth, because she turned her head.

Erica noticed a calm but scorching gaze and turned her head towards S. She turned her head in the opposite direction, glared at the other side viciously, and then saw those deep eyes. There was no special emotion, only thick. The gray that cannot be turned away can vaguely see a touch of pain and sorrow, struggling gently, the handsome eyebrows are thin and magnificent like the sun at twelve o'clock in the night.

Sammy was stunned. This is not the plot of the script. According to the script, she doesn't need to turn her head at this moment, but concentrates on pursuing rewards from the alcoholic. However, she felt the deep gaze, and turned her head almost physically. When she turned her head, she regretted it. Is it because of her fault that the shooting will stop again this time?

But then Sammy saw those eyes. The coat of reality in her mind gradually faded. She was immersed in those eyes, and she caught the pain and sorrow hidden deep in her eyes. The bitter torture was like a storm, tearing her handsome eyebrows and forbearing. At the extreme sorrow, gradually a bit of despair. It hit her heart fiercely, soft, strong, all to pieces.

The emotions in the eyes flowed out involuntarily. This is not a performance, but a reality.

Before the brain could think, she showed her teeth and glared at the other side fiercely, as if she was demonstrating. She didn't know what she was anymore, and she also completely forgot whether she was Sami or Erica, but just subconsciously made such a move, all in one go.

Immediately, she stopped paying attention to the other party, turned her head, and looked at the customer in front of her, her expression fiercely like a hyena, showing her untidy but still white teeth, demonstrating her power, "Have you heard? Hand it over!" The reward in front of him is more important than that of the man. The service has been completed, and the transaction will naturally be completed.

The smile stopped at the corner of Henry's mouth, and he saw those eyes.

Clear but sophisticated, stubborn and sharp, unruly and fragile, she tried to protect herself strictly, and then put on the coat of the vicissitudes of the sea, indifferently against the world, rammed her head and broke blood, but not to escape, also Not for dreams, hope, or freedom, just to live.

The blankness and fragility hidden behind her eyes were too deep, maybe, even she didn't even notice it. In this cold world, she didn't have the mind to think about other things. To live, to live strong, and to live without compromise is the only important point.

Those contemptuous, critical, ridiculous, condescending gazes have no meaning to her, just as vacancy and fragility cannot fill her stomach. So she raised her mouth, as if laughing at Henry's self-righteousness, and then turned her head away, disapproving.

This is the future of society, and this is the status quo of the next generation. In this dilapidated and dark world, it seems that there has never been a future.

A sharp sting slammed into Henry's heart, which was gradually stiffened by despair, but the heart felt no pain, only a piece of coldness, and the coldness on the edge of the sky seemed to be Accelerating the process of stiffness and hardening, the bitter ripples in the mouth made the feeling of despair become clearer little by little, and every cell in the body was bearing it.

The immature face didn’t notice Henry’s sinking at all. She was still obsessed with her service fees. She provided services and she would naturally be rewarded. She slammed the drunkard’s thigh fiercely, "Hurry up and hand in all the bad money come out!"

"What?" The drunkard was so drunk that he couldn't wake him even with a moment of joy. Just like this sleeping society.

"Do you think I like you? Hurry up and hand over the stinky money!" She was still yelling and shouting sharply, exhausting all her strength, the force of giving up for life was moving, and she waved her teeth and claws. With both hands, trying to find his own reward in the alcoholic, even if it is only a few dollars, "Now!"

The drunkard finally woke up from the numbness of alcohol, just for a moment, raised his right hand and slapped the young/prostitute in front of him heavily. The force that was thrown out was so fierce that she fell straight down. On the ground, his mouth is full of blood.

Outside the plan, again outside the plan. But this time, Sami's brain was clear, without the slightest panic. She could clearly and accurately feel the calm gaze falling on her shoulders.

According to the script, she should stand up, then look at Henry condescendingly, and start teasing each other with her eyes. She was a little worried, because she didn't know what "provocation" was. But at this moment, she didn't need to think at all, and couldn't think, that plain sight seemed to have a powerful force pulling her.

She remembered the makeup artist's words. So, she raised her head, complied with the condition of the physiological reaction, and faced the pair of sights. The deep and mixed sights stung her fragility severely, and the faint pain in the corners of her mouth was under the burning eyes. It began to roll turbulently, an uncontrollable emotion surged up, and his eyes were filled with spite and sarcasm, as if to say: Am I embarrassed? Are you happy to watch? So what do you think? Should you pay? After all, performances are charged.

The viper-like eyes were mixed with grievance, unrestrainedness, anger, jealousy, hatred, ridicule, ridicule and indifference, like a downpour, venting towards Henry. That is a scarred soul, that is a soul trapped in hell, that is a soul that chooses to exile because it cannot see tomorrow, that is a soul that hates society and hates others.

At this moment ~lightnovelpub.net~ she is not Sami, she is Erica. He is not Renly, he is Henry. Under the gaze of those eyes, she involuntarily lifted her chin, and cast her gaze contemptuously and provocatively. The impulse rushed across her chest, just wanting to vent it heartily and without any cover.

Henry sat quietly on the spot, not surprised, not ashamed, not panicking, but the sky full of gray bit by bit ate away the last color remaining on his body.

How ridiculous and ridiculous. Such a soul is only twelve or three years old, and the immature to green face has not even been able to fade the milkyness of childhood, the discordant contradictions, and everything becomes absurd, like "a hundred years The deformed and magical society in "Loneliness" makes it unclear whether it is fiction or reality.

At the end of despair, Henry chose to accept and accept reality. The pain deep into the bone marrow can no longer cause any ripples, because the soul is already in tatters, the pain nerves have exceeded the limit of endurance, he can no longer feel any pain, no mercy, and no more feelings. Hope, so, just looking at those eyes quietly, calmly, a faint cold permeated from the inside out, making people shudder.

Erica smelled the cold and fragile breath, and she realized that it was a prey.