This time, Jack still didn't understand what the little girl meant, but as she left, he called out, "Wait!"
The little girl turned around at the sound and looked at Jack calmly.
What a beautiful pair of azure eyes! This thought suddenly popped into Jack's mind, but he ignored it and quickly voiced his thoughts.
"If you really want to save us, please give me a cotton-padded coat. I'm so cold, I'm freezing to death."
Jack's words provoked hostility from the surrounding children; such a pushover was not well-received.
But the little girl didn't mind. As soon as Jack made the request, she took off her cotton-padded coat, went over, and draped it over Jack's shoulders. With the coat still warm from the little girl's body, Jack instantly felt the warmth of summer.
Without the protection of her cotton-padded coat, the little girl, wearing only a single layer of clothing, trembled slightly. She looked like a flower bud in the wind and rain, a pitiful sight.
The little girl was physically frail, but her will was strong. She could even say with a regretful tone, "The cotton-padded coat can't bring you warmth. Instead, it will make you experience the true coldness of the world. What you need to ask me for to save yourself is not this."
After saying that, the little girl resolutely walked outside until her figure was swallowed up by the wind and snow.
Jack didn't understand what the little girl meant at the time, but after about an hour, he understood it through his body.
The ten-year-old gangster beat Jack up and stole his coat. On the coldest day of winter, Jack lost all the friends he had arbitrarily made friends.
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Today, Jack is seven years old.
On his birthday, he found the thing the little girl had told him about that would save him—a sharp stone.
After smashing his eleven-year-old boss's head with a stone, Jack inherited the position of leader of the kids. Then he joined a small gang in Green Town. He and his gang of followers stole and extorted. Finally, this winter, he moved into a house that didn't let in any drafts and bought himself a patched cotton-padded coat.
The gray cotton-padded jacket that the little girl gave him was sold by his eleven-year-old brother as soon as spring arrived. It was a pity that he couldn't get the buyer out of the now mentally challenged man, otherwise Jack would have preferred to spend more money to buy it back.
During the coldest days of winter, Jack stopped going out and stayed in the house he shared with his men, waiting silently.
Finally, one morning, a girl who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar pushed open his unlocked door.
The girl had changed a lot. She was wearing a plain white dress, with long silver hair flowing down her back, like a snow fairy. She stepped into Jack's filthy house in a pair of open-toed sandals.
Seven-year-old Jack had already developed a basic sense of aesthetics, but the angelic beauty in front of him helped him skip the process of developing that sense of aesthetics. Jack was convinced that she represented beauty itself.
"Miss Violet, welcome to my humble abode." This name was the result of Jack's efforts over the past year. He had been waiting here as if just to say this greeting. After saying these words, he deflated like a punctured balloon and could no longer utter a word.
Violet nodded to Jack, then silently glanced at the children in the room. This time, she brought neither bodyguards nor bread; she seemed to be just there for sightseeing.
But Violet still expressed her feelings after scanning the area: "As long as you have a reason for yourself, then it is very easy to stand by and watch someone die. If the price of saving the world is to give up everything, then I accept it."
Growing older doesn't seem to help Jack understand Violet's words: save the world? Doesn't the world already exist? Why does it need to be saved?
However, Jack did not forget the decision he had made earlier, and he resolutely shouted, "Miss Violet, please take me away, I need your rescue."
Violet seemed to have known he was going to say that, and immediately replied, "What I'm going to do is very, very difficult. If you come with me, you will die."
“I’m not afraid of death. After seeing you, I can no longer endure this nightmarish life. Please, take me away from this filthy quagmire,” Jack pleaded desperately.
“Come with me, and you will suffer even more, but I will not try to persuade you anymore. Only lies have power; the truth has no persuasive power,” Violet said calmly. “Come with me.”
This time, Jack finally stopped watching Violet disappear. He finally caught up with her, believing that as long as he followed her, he would always be in the light and would no longer have to suffer in the darkness waiting for the angel to descend.
"I will help you save the world." Although he didn't quite understand, Jack still made his promise.
"Thank you," Violet said softly, but there was still one more thing she wanted to say.
"You will become the cornerstone of saving the world, and then I will kill you."
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