Chapter 390

The trap of gentleness is to fall into it when people are unprepared, but they don't realize it

Professor An is used to Xiao BA's waiting.

Xiao Ba is used to Professor An's return.

They are like a pair of the most tacit partners, always in the first time to understand each other's mind.

If you want to say that there's a fly in the ointment, it's probably that Xiao Ba doesn't want to pick up the ball all the time.

Other people's dogs will pick up the ball thrown by their owners.

It's a way to play and interact.

But Xiao Ba is not keen on ball picking. He would rather play with Professor an than have any interest in the round ball.

That's it.

Day by day.

I don't know when, Professor An has put on a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose, and his hair has been gray. He can't play with Xiao Ba as he did at the beginning.

Xiaoba is still full of vitality.

It will still send Professor An to get on the bus every day, and it will still wait for the master's return in a corner of the station, as if they had agreed with each other.

This day.

As usual, Professor an went to the station to prepare for work, but unexpectedly found that Xiao BA was holding a ball in his mouth that he didn't like to play all the time and was following him step by step.

"You want to play?"

Professor An was very surprised. He tried to throw the ball not far away. As expected, he saw Xiao Ba take it back.

"Well done!"

The professor seemed to be a few years younger. He picked up the ball again and threw it further away. Xiao Ba also took it back without hesitation.

Professor ANN is very happy.

This day.

Xiao Ba, who is always reluctant to pick up the ball, suddenly wants to play the game with himself. For the first time, Professor an missed the first bus and was completely immersed in the sudden joy.

People at the station also smile when they see this scene.

Professor An and Xiao Ba played for a long time before they went to work.

Even on the way to work, he pinched the small yellow ball in his hand.

At this point, the gentle trap, finally opened, it has been waiting for a long time Jingtian big net!

In fact, it's not a person without vigilance.

Some of the representatives of the cinemas here frown slightly, thinking about the meaning of this shot, and feel a little uneasy.

And by the side of Ye Hongyu.

Yang an is quietly clenched his fist, in the heart inexplicably irritable, why there will be such a turning point, small eight willing to play the ball is what special reason?

At this time, Yang an suddenly saw that ye Hongyu's legs had been put down.

The uneasiness in his heart is enlarging rapidly!

The movie goes on.

Professor An, a music teacher, began to tell his students about his understanding of music after playing a piano.

Years let him gradually old, but let his temperament more introverted, this man seems to have more charm, but this charming man seems to be some naughty.

He is giving a lesson to the students, but he is holding a small yellow ball playing with Xiao Ba before going to work.

Pinch your hand from time to time, and the ball makes a lovely sound.

"We..."

Professor an looked at the eyelid ball and opened his mouth with a smile, but his expression suddenly changed. He covered his chest and held the piano.

"Hum."

It seems that when the black and white keys are pressed, the unsystematic piano sound suddenly rings, attracting the attention of all the students. Then, under everyone's gaze, Professor an falls to the ground.

WOW!

The students got up in a panic

In the slow motion lens of virtual focus processing, the yellow ball is still firmly held in the professor's hand, but it no longer makes a sound because of the force. It's like Professor an who falls in the classroom never wakes up again

Professor ANN is dead.

It's like a careful premeditation of a screenwriter's plan, and it's like a sudden accident.

The light of the big screen hit the faces of the audience.

Countless pupils are contracting.

Everyone's expression, from unbelievable consternation, to the immediate panic, and then to the sad finally came, and finally covered by a huge sadness.

It's a small gap in the heart, which is slowly enlarging and deriving into the process of complete collapse.

At this moment, everyone's head is blank!

It's like elm that can't think.

And when people realize what's going on, there's already a sudden rise of despair in the audience!

The big screen is suddenly like everyone's mood at the moment. Suddenly, it's dark.

There is nothing in the dark, nothing to see.

Dong Dong

There is no sentimental music, only the beating of the heart in the dark as if the drum is gradually sounded, and more and more slowly, more and more slowly, until completely disappeared.Creak.

It was the ball making a feeble sound.

The big screen lit up again in an instant, but the expression of all the audience was in sharp contrast to the seconds before the darkness.

It was a face, in tears

The camera cruelly switches to the station. Xiaoba is still crouching on the flowerpot opposite the old station. The angle of view slowly rises. In the long camera, only Xiaoba's helpless back is left.

Lonely and sad.

"Little eight..."

In the back row, Yang an's tears are like the torrent of breaking a dike, which can't be stopped.

Maybe Ye Hongyu is the only one who sticks to it. It seems that her belief is to keep quiet, but her lips are still white because of the excessive bite.

Yang an can't see this.

In his ear, the whole movie theater was sobbing. When the gentle trap began to close the net, there were few survivors.

In such a cinema, tears are the cheapest way to release!

The uncles and aunts at the railway station have left work one after another.

The man in the security room looked down at his watch, then at Xiaoba squatting on the flower pool. He tried to shout, but Xiaoba didn't answer.

At this point.

It's completely dark now. The only thing that accompanies Xiao Ba is the ice and snow that hasn't completely melted in this winter.

The camera zooms in, and Xiaoba's jaw is close to the ground, and the sniffing sound becomes heavy little by little.

finally, Professor An's daughter takes Xiaoba home.

The lights in the house didn't go out that night.

Xiao Ba didn't want to enter the study.

It seems to go back to the day when it first entered the family. Through a small gap, it looks at the black and white world, like a homeless wretch.

The only difference is that Mrs. Ann cried all night.

The next day, a grand funeral was held for Professor An.

Xiao Ba didn't show up.

As usual, he came to the flower pool opposite the station and squatted down. As usual, he watched the early morning train heading far away, and also looked at the passing crowd as usual

What is it looking for?

What is he waiting for?

The answer to this question seems meaningless, just as Xiao BA's aimless waiting is meaningless to many people.

That night, the heavy snow began again.

Xiao BA's body was covered with a thick layer of snow.

The man in the security booth of the railway station walks to Xiao Ba and whispers, "you don't have to wait any longer. He will never come back."

Little Bayi will not move.

On a snowy night, what it refracts in its eyes is not light or moonlight.

The man in the security booth shook his head, brushed the snow on Xiao BA's body and turned to leave.

The sobs in the cinema have come one after another.

Even the people who had tried to suppress them were no longer forced to endure.

The eyes of the leaf redfish, like being illuminated by fire, are full of red.

Yang an found that yehongyu's body was shaking slightly, just like himself. His throat was blocked by things, so he could only slow down the digestion of those turbulent tears in an almost embarrassed way.

That year, Mrs. an sold her house and seemed to want to flee the city.

Professor An's daughter took Xiaoba back to her home, but Xiaoba escaped that day.

Professor An's daughter found out that Xiao BA was no longer the cub whose owner could not drive him away, let alone scold him.

There is no color in the world of black, white and gray.

In the flying scenery, it is running breathlessly.

It passed through the withered trees, but also across the endless fields, it returned to the home where he lived in the past, this road it will always remember.

However, this family has a new owner.

"Are you lost?"

The new owner of the house looks at Xiaoba, just like the first meeting between Xiaoba and Professor An. The man leans down and asks gently:

little guy, are you lost?

It returned to the flower pool opposite the old station, as if sticking to an agreement that never existed.

Sometimes squatting tired, it will lie down to rest, just the eyes that seem to speak, never leave every train running out, and every crowd arriving at the station.

In some places, it may never get lost.

Is it just that the person it's waiting for can't find his way home because he's lost?

Professor An's daughter took it home again and tried to tie it up, but Xiao Ba refused to eat or drink and refused to eat.

A few days later.

Professor An's daughter suddenly understood something.

She chose to let go of the chain of Xiaoba, and opened the closed door, tears and smile: "maybe I can understand you."For the first time, Xiao Ba didn't run away madly.

It looks at Professor An's daughter, like a serious farewell.

Camera switch.

Is still the old station opposite the flower bed, is still the crouching posture, small eight back here.

The trains always cheer Xiaoba up for the first time, but the familiar smell is lost in the passing crowd, so it is always disappointed again and again.

Its fur is dirty.

The black, white and gray of the world is actually despair and cold.

At night, it sleeps under the wheels of an abandoned train car.

Whenever the first train wakes him up in the morning, he runs to the railway station as usual and sits on the steps opposite the door, waiting for him to go home.

Whether it's windy or rainy, or the familiar goose feather snow is floating in the sky.

No one brought it into the study.

No one took out a blanket to keep it warm.

Only time in a hurry, people in a hurry.

Only the train will whistle, only the rising sun will alternate with the setting sun, and only the bright moon will turn into the thin moon.

One year, two years, three years

People around will provide food for Xiao Ba to survive.

Everyone was moved by Xiao BA's loyalty to his master. Even newspapers published news that Xiao Ba had been waiting for his master's return for several years, and even some people donated money spontaneously

"Little eight is old."

I don't know which day, the security guard who was still working in the station said softly.

It began to walk, already dirty hair thinning, because no one care for a long time, no longer the glory of the past.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the seasons alternate.

Xiao Ba is still waiting for a person who seems to never come back -

the distance between life and death, for a dog, it can't understand.

It only believed that his master would come back, so his life, like a stream of water, was passing away year after year on the bluestone platform of the station.

As a dog, it's his watch.

Life, aging, illness and death, never leave, it takes ten years to become a landscape.

Many years later, when Mrs. an came to the station, she saw Xiaoba at a glance.

Xiao Ba is so old that he can only climb there. He doesn't want to waste his strength.

After that glance, Mrs. Ann's tears burst into tears.

Just like Ye Hongyu in front of the movie screen, who claims to be able to remain silent forever, took the paper from Yang an for the first time in his life and cried out of breath.

PS: Thank you again for your reward. Thank you very much. I'm sorry that this picture is a bit lazy in some places. I can't say too many witty things today. I'm going to watch the movie again while watching what I've written before. The result is worse than the people in the book crying. There will be some changes later. Let's go to write the next chapter first. It may take a long time .