Hammer fought hard to meet him, but he did his best to whip him.
A hammer cried and screamed to protect the old hammer, but the old hammer pushed him to struggle and jumped into the melting pot.
At that moment, everyone in the place couldn’t help exclaiming, which masked their roar.
"no!"
But no matter whether it’s Hammer A or how they roar in front of the screen, they can also save the old hammer man from being swallowed up by the flame.
The old hammer’s body armor melted instantly and his body burned.
He looked up at the hammer and held out his hand to say three words.
"live"
Live to do what? All the important things in life can’t be lost, so why live?
"Into them," the old hammer turned into a mass of humanoid coke, which collapsed and shattered …
The hand seemed to want to hold something, but it finally melted into fly ash.
A hammer man next to him numbly threw all the coal into the stove and covered up the old hammer man.
"ah!" Hammer roared like a wounded beast.
The supervisor’s whip came over, and the hammer seemed to feel no pain. He looked blankly at the disappeared figure in the fire.
Live to be them?
Which of them is it?
Is it a numbness that hammers people into coolies or is it more numbness that hammers people’s guards in turn oppress their companions?
On that day, hammer seemed to have lost his soul. He worked and ate mechanically. His eyes never lit up again. The smiling face of his right fist was completely worn out.
At this time, the shade is dark and depressing to make people breathless.
There are fewer and fewer drudgery around him, and he throws the bodies of his companions-or his companions who continue to work-into the melting pot.
Until one day, he was still on the deck and suddenly heard a loud noise and the cabin suddenly shook.
There was a crack in the cabin, and a beam of light suddenly came in from the outside and shone on his face.
That’s sunshine!
So warm and bright, Ahhammer consciously raised his fist to block the front.
The sun shone from the side, and he suddenly saw his fist hammer, which had worn away and the smiling face was still faintly visible.
This moment the soundtrack sounded and he slowly withdrew his fist and looked around.
Suddenly, I found that the sun never shone on the local old hammer bedclothes, and all kinds of paintings were painted!
There are buildings outside, trees, strange and imaginary things, and two small hammers sitting together, leaning against the arms of the old hammers, with a big smiling face painted next to them.
Although it is dark here, there are still dreams, hopes and all the beautiful things here.
The camera rotates in front of him, and the light and shadow are constantly changing.