In 2002, an article called "Orange" was published in Youth Digest. Who knows, can you provide it?

: "Orange" is original and adapted from a true story.

199665438+1October 1 ××× (place name) Qing.

The wind in late autumn is a little cold. In the curling cigarette smoke, I leaned against the railing on the roof and watched the torrent of lights downstairs. Whenever I finish a task or kill someone, I like to go to this rooftop to smoke quietly, look at the lights and beg the forgiveness of those dead souls in my heart. In fact, I know I can never get their forgiveness. Often those lifeless eyes shake in front of my eyes, which makes me shudder. I begged their forgiveness just to make my conscience feel better. I don't know if this is selfish.

Yes, I'm a killer. I don't have a name. My nickname is "orange" I don't know the name of this organization yet. Maybe our organization has no name at all. I don't know how many people are in our organization and what this organization has done. All I know is that I am a killer, and I only take orders from "Sister Hong". Sister Hong is also my closest person in this world. Only by relying on her can my soul get a moment's peace. . .

I don't have a name and I don't remember where my hometown is. My parents are only vaguely quarreling in my memory. I don't remember how I started wandering. At that time, garbage dumps and street corners were my home. I am often bullied. Once, I was bullied by three older children. When I was still fighting them regardless of the blood left by my eyes and nostrils, Sister Hong appeared. She drove those children away and took me in. Soon, I was sent to a place hidden in the mountains, where there were more than a dozen children my age. We have to face harsh training every day. Fighting, the use of various weapons, shooting, driving skills, poison and culture classes. Although the training was surprisingly harsh and cruel, I was happy to cry at the moment I got the textbook. I thought I would never read in my life. In order to repay Sister Hong for her kindness to me, I train hard every day. The result of hard training is often praised by coaches and looked at by peers, but I don't care. I know that everything I do is for Sister Hong. Sister Hong will come back to see us every once in a while. This period of time is my holiday. Maybe my hard training is for the encouragement and hug that Sister Hong gave me.

The first murder was when 14 years old. The other man is the boss of a triad society. Before the action, Sister Hong asked me to look at the photos, remember each other's faces and make a plan of action. This is a perfect plan. When the famous local underworld eldest brother was drinking beer at the food stall, the May 4th pistol wrapped in my clothes was pointed at his head. I still remember his eyes of surprise and fear. When his bloody head fell to the ground with his heavy body, I disappeared into the boundless darkness. From that moment on, the name of orange began to be known. Sister Hong warmly welcomed me back and held me deeply in her arms. That night, I felt the gentleness of a woman for the first time.

I named the orange myself, because when I was wandering, my only ideal was to have an orange. When Sister Hong asked us to name it, I said I wanted to call it an orange. Sister Hong says it's a good name because' orange' and' auspicious' are pronounced the same. Is it? I don't know. So a killer named orange appeared in this world, and the name of orange began to spread in this world.

When I first heard the song "orange perfume", I fell madly in love with it. I chased all the way along the smell, and the world of mortals drowned the suffering I accepted, fluttering like my loneliness these years. . . . . . I struggled between killing and being killed.

Today, Sister Hong and I finished my task. At the beginning of the operation, it was quite successful. When three bodies lost their lives fell in the living room, we were ready to evacuate. At this time, there was a voice in the kitchen. When I corrected a little girl of four or five years old from the kitchen, the bright sunshine shone from the window. All day, the little girl was scared, and Mingche's eyes kept shaking in front of my eyes. "Please, let me go, I'm afraid." At this time, I suddenly hesitated, which I had never seen before, even in the most dangerous situation, but I hesitated in the face of her eyes. At this time, a public voice sounded from behind. "As a killer, you should never have any feelings, even your parents." I don't hesitate any more. I still remember the sound of the little girl's fragile neck being broken.

1April 23, 996, sunny city.

I am a killer, a killer, but today I have become a killer. A week ago, Sister Hong gave me an envelope, which contained the tasks I wanted to complete. Even in an organization, it is impossible for us to know what others are going to accomplish. Only Hong Jie knows everyone's tasks. I put the envelope containing the task on the desk of the base dormitory, said goodbye to public and went out. Ever since I killed the little girl last time, I can't get rid of her frightened eyes in Ming Che, and I can't forget the desperate eyes in the sun. From then on, I began to hate the sun, and I always covered myself with big sunglasses in the sun. Sister Hong also knows my situation. During these three months, she didn't assign me any tasks. But this time is different. When public handed me the envelope of the task, she told me that the other party was a powerful figure who ruled the underworld across several cities. There are no fewer than ten bodyguards at ordinary times, and the chances that others can complete the task are slim. Let me out. Be careful what you do. I accepted the task with great pleasure. I've been out for six years, and I've never failed in the task I accepted. The name of an orange is a guarantee of success. I can't help thinking, can I alleviate some of my sins after I finish this task? From the base, I went directly to the Big Buddha Temple, kneeling in front of the Buddha and begging him to forgive me. On the way back to the dormitory, I met Shuitiao head-on. Shuitiao nodded to me unnaturally and passed.

I decided to act today, and I made a plan that I thought was the safest. Tonight, the target will hang out with his mistress in the house he thinks is hidden, and at this time, all his bodyguards are outside the door. At this time, I made progress from the window, shot him and his mistress with a pistol with a muffler, and then slipped downstairs along the rope to drive my motorcycle back. I stood on the roof of the building, and there was a sound from a bug installed in that room in advance in my headphones. "It's none of your business. Go out first." "Yes, big brother" was followed by the door closing and the laughter of men and women, followed by heavy gasps and groans. I knew it was time. I slipped from the roof to the window along the rope. It was dark inside. They didn't turn on the light. When I first got to the balcony, I was ready to take out my gun and start acting, and suddenly the light in the room suddenly lit up.