He was born in true love, and his father followed after his mother died of cancer. He was brought up by his grandmother and grew up strong in the small town with his uncle and stepsister. He beat three school tyrants who bullied his stepsister. Just as his father taught him, he found the right time; he used the German Ruger pistol passed to him by his uncle and shot and killed the priest who seduced his stepsister in the church. God did it. certificate. This gun was seized by his father in World War II. It is said that Hitler also used the same pistol to commit suicide, which gave it an indescribable sense of holy spirit-the peach wood sword of the gun world, which cuts the ghosts at the top, and kills the demons at the bottom. The uncle said that he didn't need this gun, and his father's gun should have been passed to him. After all, the uncle is just a small person, who can only witness the joys and sorrows of a town or a family, and he doesn't even know that the Japanese soldiers cannibalize. But the strange thing is that, whether it is father or yourself, it is the uncle who said goodbye and greeted him: "Take good care of grandma (mother)", he is like a chicken liver cooked by grandma, cheap but delicious, unfortunately not everyone They all know how to taste, so they are often devoured by the dirty land, and leave a string of bad reviews, just like the priest. The goodness of small people is always ruined by the evil of the big environment.
All these encounters made him have to flee his hometown, because he knew that he was a good man, but he didn't know that he, who never prayed, had already become a servant of God—he accidentally got rid of the male and female in the process of hitchhiking. The perverted murder group led out the police and got rid of it, and he just wanted to pass by his hometown, see the old house, and give Jack a "decent" funeral. The stepsister asked him to forgive his father, and he came for this reason. He buried Jack and buried his hatred for his father, even if it was the nightmare of his entire childhood. The tide of love from father to mother bloomed the kindest flowers in the ordinary. The Luger pistol was buried with it. He was not the whip of God, and the devil would never die, but the kind soul would also live forever. He imagined that one day he would meet a girl, a plain life, no war, and a strong witness to the joys and sorrows of the world, and after he took a "Ruger", he said: "I don't need this gun."
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