Third World
The next life you are willing to do what? In charge of life and death of God ask me, he is a kindly old man, to know all things since time immemorial.
Can you select? I asked.
People, or fox.
I finally returned to land onfamiliar, re-do a Fox, This is my own choice, in charge of life and death because God told me, so as to retain the memory of some former.
I just want to remember a pair of black eyes, smiling.
I am not as keen on running as before, but enjoy standing height, Looking forward to the direction of town, sometimes one is looking the whole day, I firmly believe that in a sunny day, he would suddenly come over to the side , as has always been my dream as always.
Then one day, the dream becomes a reality.
That afternoon all of a sudden there is the rumbling of thunder sounded, tremor of the earth has always been calm, I am confused to see lot of animals ran far, from me and ran around in panic, are beginning to understand that is not thunder, butFrom the Horseshoe.
Further retardation of the wild animals will understand the the meaning of the word, he Another explanation is that - beyond redemption of extreme vulnerability.
However I did not run away, because at the moment is about to turn around, I saw him.
Adulthood him, the tall and full body strength is no longer a long street that was thin in some children, but I recognized him at First sight - because I cared about her a reincarnation of the black eyes.
My fear stands at around four million of the beast, and like a rolling river stays in the stones, until he and his hunter put us surrounded.
Him in many of the prey in a panic-stricken to see me - perhaps because my body that are too bright red layer bar. And he is smiling, but not the kind of sentimentally attached to my sun-like smile, but thewith some condescending and casual.
Take bow and arrow to, he said, that are the mine.
Yes you got it wrong?
I gazed at a pair of long black eyes, trying to find more moderate past, but my disappointment, the pair of eyes can read except my pride and I do not understand the deep look outside, nothing.
Very simple, he just want to kill me.
This is mereunion Chloe UK ?! — if I have the language, I must have shouted to him cry, but I should not, I just a silence on the vast wilderness of the fox.
Him a very beautiful gesture pull bow and arrow, I watched him buckle at the bow on the slender fingers, then fingers gentlythen once my back.
I did not dodge.
I heard airon crossbowfrom the voices I heard the voices of bone piercing, I saw blood spurting from his body out athas yellow on the grass … …
Another life away from me. . . . . . . .
Third World
I again stand on clouds, with the face of a lonely, in charge of life and death of Godmy head, eyes long to fly all the way.
Do not understand you? God said, when he was just a child, but now it is a king of … … Human beings are the most adept at the manufacture of animal traps, throughout the human world as a trap enough for any child become Chun-liang king cold, This is not even God did not approach things.
To V me speechless at God39s feet, watching the world of a field gradually from pale yellow to make green and then become pale yellow green.
My black eyes of the emperors and later died in a war, that winter, he led the army away from the capital of a valley into the tight encirclement of the rebels - as a person, he eventually was unable to avoid the same trap .
I watched another group of fresh life in this senseless war in pieces, looking at one I do not know where he was shot tocross-chest, from the plant it immediately.
I watched all these things - to a pair of newly born near, fox eyes.
V at him quietly, where the red blood gurgle out of the body under the snow, I hobbled along the past, stretched out his fingerstongue.
Pair of black eyes opened with a deep fatigue looked at me, I saw him float to the surface of the lips touch of a smile, a touch of my thoughts the Sansheng III pure and warm smile.
Little things, he murmured, I place in what seems to have seen … and you … … …
My tears in his eyes the moment interrupted breathing - he finally turned back into my love of that long street children, but they never leave me … … or rather, are to leave him my Forever .
