A certain day, a certain year, a certain month, a certain place.
The child had hair as white as a ferret and skin as pure as ice and snow. It was a disease, but in the eyes of the superstitious people at the time, they only regarded the child as being possessed by the devil, and the neighbors all
Privately, he called the child the "white devil".
But his mother called him the child of the moon, because he was born into the world on a moonlit night, bathed in silvery moonlight. Others called the child's disease a curse, but his parents thought it was a disease.
bless.
The less than one-year-old child, in his mother's arms, curiously opened his big ice-blue eyes and looked at the back of the man wearing a military coat in front of the door.
The man showed a relieved smile, opened the door, and was about to leave.
"Are you really going?" the child's mother asked, "This may be a trap, and you may just leave and never come back. If I'm the only one...I don't have the confidence to protect you from those soldiers."
Good for this kid."
"Even if I'm here, I can't do it." The man shook his head sadly: "The situation in the country is getting more and more tense. They are excluding people who are not pure blood. In the face of their racism, my military rank
and record are not worth mentioning. Only by making the ultimate sacrifice can we gain their acceptance and protect you two. Please let me go, my dear. Escape is not an option, resistance is not an option, I believe
This is the only solution."
The woman's face was full of sadness, helplessness, and even worse, worry.
"If they still don't sell it...?"
"Then I can only ask God to bless you two, mother and son." The man replied, turned around and walked out the door.
A few years later, the child was five years old.
The "ultimate sacrifice" made by the man indeed brought safety to the mother and son. At least temporarily. No matter how chaotic and dark the outside world became, in this isolated hut, the mother and son could still survive.
The man has never returned to this home since that day, but his salary as a soldier is still sent to him as usual, so that the woman and her son can live a simple but not poor life.
Life.
Until... that night.
On that snowy winter night, a group of mobs broke into the house. They were all lunatics poisoned by racism. While shouting "Kill all the Jews" and "Let the blood of this country be clean and pure," they
Brutally smashing the door of the hut.
"Hide and be silent." The woman hid the child in the closet.
"My dear." The woman kissed the child deeply on the forehead: "Please remember, parents will always love you. Even if we are not here to protect you in the future, I will ask for you, in this beautiful and ugly world.
Here, live well. Do you understand?"
The child nodded silently.
Then, the woman picked up a hunting gun left to her by her husband and ran out of the room. In order to distract the mob, she broke the window and fired a gun in protest, while running far away.
That night, the child froze in the closet all night, shivering but not daring to make a sound while listening to the crazy noise in the outside world.
And his mother never came back.
After that, the soldiers protected the child. They looked at the son of the moon with disgust, thinking that he had unclean blood flowing in his body, but because his father was a war hero and made great sacrifices for the country, they
I dare not do anything to this child.
After much discussion, the soldiers sent the child to a concentration camp, letting him live with his fellow tribesmen and fend for themselves.
Then one morning, the child woke up from a dilapidated house. Surrounded by a dilapidated and decaying scene, this was a place where poor people oppressed by national policies and nationalism gathered together.
However, the eyes of those people were not friendly. Even though they were members of the same race, differences and discrimination still existed. When they saw the child's snow-white hair, they fearfully called him the white devil and avoided him.
This is a camp where a group of troubled people gather together. The psychology of these people who used to live ordinary lives and suddenly end up in such a situation is distorted.
The five-year-old child is actually more sensible than his peers. His mother once taught him not to be like these people. He climbed up from the dusty and cold ground and walked out, following the aroma of food.
In the square of the concentration camp, soldiers were distributing food to the Jews imprisoned in the concentration camp.
I'm so hungry. Anyway, go to the queue first and fill your stomach. The child walked over calmly and stood at the end of the queue. Just like his mother taught him, he must abide by the law. He thought that as long as he was honest and honest, he could be a good child.
, people will let him live well.
But that idea is too naive.
The fact is that regardless of race, people will become greedy and selfish when they are in trouble. This is true even if they are facing people with the same skin color and hair color as them. What's more, this person's skin color and hair color are different from them.
Alien?
Adults, children, and old people all shamelessly walked past this child of the moon, jumped in line, and even went around and came back in line again to receive double portions of food. The child endured and continued to behave calmly.
Waiting in line. When it was his turn, there was almost nothing left in the pot to distribute.
The soldier shook his head and said nothing. He scraped out the slightly burnt residue from the bottom of the pot and threw it on the plate. Then with a look of disgust, he gave the child less than half the plate of food.
The child who got the food was as happy as if he had gotten a Christmas gift. He was so hungry that he ran out with the food in his hands. He no longer cared about whether the food, which looked like pig food, could really be eaten. The overly naive child, here
In the midst of great suffering, even a small amount of happiness can still make you smile knowingly.
However, the suffering did not intend to simply let him go.
He was running excitedly, ready to enjoy the food, when he tripped over a leg and fell to the ground. The food in his hands naturally flew out and scattered all over the ground, mixing with the sand on the ground.
"Ha, the white devil has fallen!" A group of Jewish children who were several years older than the Moon Son were surrounding him.
"It deserves it! It deserves it!" "It's so satisfying!" "The devil should lie on the ground and eat dirt!" Vicious words also sounded around the child, constantly.
A child king who was about ten years old, fat and strong, stood in front of the Moon Son with his hands crossed, saying some words that he did not understand, and seemed to be cursing. Discrimination and barbarism had already built up in the hearts of these children.
, they have witnessed the injustice of the world, so they intend to treat the world with the same injustice...to treat those who are within their reach and can bully.
The strong are angry and attack the stronger with their swords; the weak are angry and attack the weaker with their swords.
These people just use bullying to cover up their own incompetence and gain a sick sense of satisfaction by bullying others.
The Son of the Moon did not resist. He lay there quietly and allowed the children to beat him and insult him until they were satisfied. The adults around him watched all this and remained silent. They acquiesced to this barbarism.
His behavior saw a group of older children bullying a weak and helpless child.
They believe that teaching their next generation to be cruel is the only way to survive in this cruel era.
In order to complete this "necessary education", what does it mean to sacrifice a child from someone else's family who has no father or mother?
The Moon Son climbed up with pain all over his body, carefully picked up the food mixed with sand from the ground, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Enduring the humiliation and the nausea of the sand, he swallowed the rare food in his mouth.
In order to survive.
Stay alive!
Live on no matter what!
His mother's last instructions echoed in his mind, and he, who had always been obedient, was just faithfully carrying out his mother's instructions.
Live well in this beautiful and ugly world.
In the dead of night, the bruised child was lying in the corner, wrapped in a rag that gave off a rancid smell, crying softly.
If this is a nightmare, please let it wake up soon!------he prayed like this.
But reality is more cruel than nightmares.
once------
The older children snatched the food from the Moon Son, kicked him to the ground, and beat him.
Again ------
They caught up with the Moon Child as he tried to escape with the food, knocking him to the ground and even peeing on the food scattered on the floor.
again------
They worked together to tear off the child's clothes, making him, who was already ragged and skinny, ashamed to appear in front of the public.
In this hell-like concentration camp, extremely despicable things were performed time and time again.
The adults were just watching, not wanting to get their hands dirty.
The soldiers in charge of managing the concentration camp were also watching. They, "pure-blooded human beings," were indifferent to this "nation with dirty blood."
Having gone without food for an unknown amount of time, the Moon Child was lying in a corner of the most dilapidated house in the concentration camp, looking at the sky with dull eyes.
(So hungry.)
(So tired.)
(My whole body hurts.)
(This body is probably no longer good.)
In a short time, he will die, and then his soul will go straight to heaven to reunite with his heavenly parents, right?
In order to live, he worked hard and struggled, but he was just a weak and helpless child. When the whole world planned to push him to death, what could he do?
If the inevitable death is his only salvation and happiness, then it might not be a bad idea to wait for its arrival here.
I no longer want to resist and have no more expectations.
Just as he was lying there waiting for his last breath, a figure quietly appeared.
"I'm watching all this, kid." The figure asked, "So, is that all? Is this the best you can do to survive?"
The child did not reply, but turned his head and looked silently at the mysterious man wearing a black robe, his face completely covered by black smoke.
Is this an hallucination caused by his excessive hunger? Or is this an angel of death, a messenger who comes to guide him to heaven when he is about to die?
"I'll give you two choices." The mysterious man dropped something on the ground:
"You can die in obscurity like this. No one will be sad or shed tears for you. Your death is worthless and meaningless;
Or, take up arms and fight against your destiny."
What fell on the ground was a shining silver dagger. It was so sharp that it could kill someone easily.
"Assassinate them. Show your strength." The mysterious man persuaded like a devil: "In this way, no one will dare to bully you anymore."
The Son of the Moon looked at the dagger on the ground in fear.
It emits an alluring and terrifying cold light. (To be continued)