With his feet leaded and his chest gasping like a bellows, bud ran back to Gretel''s hut again, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

    Some people around open the door and run out to put out the fire. It''s a big deal. If it''s not done well, the house here will also be burned.

    Before Gretel was beaten, the sound was much louder than that. The sound of struggling, abusing, begging for mercy and beating lasted for a long time, but it was so quiet all around until the sound of fire fighting came from the distance.

    Bud rushed into the little room. There were no more people in the room than Gretel, who was curled up in the corner, covered with blood, panting weakly.

    "I''m sorry, Gretel! I''m late. I''m a chicken. "

    Looking at Gretel''s miserable appearance, bud was in tears.

    Sitting on the dry, bloodstained, dusty floor, bud carefully props Gretel against the corner.

    At this time, Gretel''s eyes were swollen and bleeding, and he couldn''t open. He seemed to want to say something, but he had no strength, and he couldn''t even lift his arm.

    Bud took his hand and called his name to cheer him up and take him to the nearby temple, but Gretel couldn''t say a word.

    Then bud tried to hold Gretel, but he felt that Gretel had been broken in many places, and his face was in great pain, so he had to put it down.

    Silent tears flow down, warm tears dripping on Gretel''s wrist, splashing a little water stains.

    Gretel seemed to feel something. His finger was moving in bud''s hand. Bud looked at the finger carefully.

    Weak fingers stroke very slowly, as if very hard, stroke, convey the last words.

    ''don''t... Cry... Cry. ''

    After rowing, Gretel''s wish had been changed, and he stopped breathing slowly. His body became colder and colder, and there was no longer the temperature of life.

    On the other side of Hopland, we are still immersed in the festival atmosphere. Even at night, many pavements are still open. The smell of barbecue, orange lights, bustling noise, and tourists shopping are filling the streets and alleys in the center of the city.

    "Lacey, don''t rush home. There will be another show later." Lanlil pulls Lacey to stop in front of a shell stall, next to a girl with black hair and brown skin.

    "Well, there will be fireworks later."

    "Ling Xin, don''t say it. There''s no sense of expectation." Lanlil complained in a low voice.

    As if aware of something, Lorraine Hill got up and looked at the distant sky.

    "What''s the matter, Lacey?"

    "I think of something else. I''m afraid I can''t watch the fireworks with you."

    With the transparent blue eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood, Lorraine Hill said goodbye to the two girls around him, and then turned away.

    Ring tone looked at the direction of Lorraine Hill''s departure, thinking, when a friend''s inquiry sounded nearby.

    "What''s wrong with the ring tone?"

    "Nothing. Anyway, how do you know this lady Lacey?"

    "It was introduced by sister tirela. At that time... She was..."

    "Well, that''s good, because she''s very good. Maybe you can''t beat her."

    "No, ring tone. I''m sequence five. Little Lacey is sequence three at most." Lanli''er didn''t believe it.

    "You''ll know later."

    Bang——

    Bang——

    With a few soft sounds from afar, colorful fireworks are rising in the night sky, just like stars rising from the earth, blooming colorful colors in the sky.

    Colorful stars bloom as huge streamer flowers, scattered light spots, like golden rain from the sky, the empty night sky suddenly becomes lively.

    At this time, the residents and tourists stop to watch. Bursts of laughter, blessing and praying sound are heard in the crowd.

    Then there are more fireworks rising from the ground, and the spectacular and beautiful scenery unfolds like a scroll in the night sky of Hopland.

    Gorgeous fireworks continue to rise and bloom, reflecting the dark alleys.

    A young man holding a friend''s cold body walking in a deserted street, his hands heavy and sore, the distance of the bustle is so far away, as in two worlds.

    The tears on his face dried up in the night wind. He walked slowly through the deep alley, trying to bury his friend on the hillside by the sea.

    A small river runs through the edge of the city, and bud staggers up a small bridge.

    The fireworks in the distance reflect the bridge deck and sprinkle waves on the quiet water surface of the river. The figure of the youth is faint and lonely under the cold fire light.

    There was a slight sound of footsteps coming from the front, and a slender figure appeared on the opposite side of the bridge. Gray boots and black hooded robes, pale gold hair sticking out from the hats, were plated with a layer of silver by the moonlight.

    Then the footsteps stopped.

    Lorraine Hill looked at the young man in front of him. His eyes were silent. He held a body that had lost its temperature in his hands. Behind him, in the distance, there were black smoke and fire, and people''s shouts could be heard from time to time.

    "Or is it late?"

    Looking at the cowardly young man before, she sighed softly, and had a lot of speculation in her heart.

    Bud looked at the girl who had helped him on the bridge. He walked, but his hands could not bear the weight. He knelt down on the ground and cried, but his eyes blinked desperately to keep a tear from falling.

    Lorraine Hill looked at the young man quietly. After a long time, the sobbing stopped slowly.

    "Are you sent by the gods to save me?" Bud looked up at the girl in black.

    "But why not save my friend."

    "Why, why does the hero in the story always come last?"

    "Aren''t you a hero? Why can''t we save everyone! "

    He seems to question Lorraine hill, and he seems to be venting his anger, his cowardice and incompetence.

    Although the teenager may not really ask himself, Lorraine Hill gave an answer.

    "I''m sorry, I''m not a hero, and I can''t save everyone."

    "In other words, it''s sad to expect heroes to save everything."

    In all kinds of legends, we are always happy to hear that a brave person or hero comes forward to defeat the evil villain and save everything. They place their hopes and wishes on others, but they are content with the status quo and dare not change.

    Lorraine hill stood at the end of the bridge, quietly listening to the young man''s narration, about his good friend Gretel''s short life.

    "Why wait all the time instead of standing up?"

    Looking at the cowardly teenager, Lorraine Hill spoke again, just like the alley outside the restaurant that day.

    "Why do people always place their hopes on others, prefer to pray to the nihilistic gods, hide in the corner and feel sorry for themselves, and wait for the noble people they meet by chance, rather than take a step on their own?"

    "When will you be your own hero?"

    In the cold moonlight, the girl took off her hood, her silver hair was dancing in the air, and her bright red and transparent eyes were looking directly at the shocked boy.