Chapter 387: Agreement

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The gentle trap is when people fall into it unsuspectingly, but they still don't realize it...
Professor An is used to Xiaoba's waiting.
Xiao Ba is used to Professor An's return.
They are like a pair of the most intimate partners, who can always understand each other's intentions the first time.
If there is any flaw, it is probably that Xiao Ba is always reluctant to pick up the ball.
Other people's dogs will pick up the ball thrown by the owner.
This is the way to play and interact.
But Xiaoba is not keen on the sport of picking up the ball. It would rather play with Professor An than have any interest in the chubby ball.
that's it.
Days pass by.
I don't know when, Professor An has already put on a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose, and his hair has been dyed gray, so he can no longer play with Xiao Ba as he did before.
Xiao Ba is still full of vitality.
It will still send Professor Ann to the bus every day, and it will still wait for the return of the owner in a corner of the station, as if they had agreed to each other.
this day.
Professor An went to the station to prepare for work as usual, but unexpectedly discovered that Xiao Ba was holding a ball that he had never liked playing in his mouth, and followed him step by step.
"You want to play?"
Professor An was very surprised, he tried to throw the ball not far away, and saw Xiao Ba take it back.
"Good job!"
The professor seemed to be a few years younger, once again picked up the ball and threw it farther away, and Xiao Ba also took it back without hesitation.
Professor An was extremely happy.
this day.
Xiao Ba, who was always reluctant to pick up the ball, was suddenly willing to play a ball picking game with him. Professor An missed the first bus for the first time and was completely immersed in the sudden joy.
The people at the station also smiled when they saw this scene.
Professor An and Xiao Ba played for a long time before they reluctantly went to work.
He even squeezed the little yellow ball in his hand on the way to work.
At this point, this gentle trap finally opened its long-awaited shocking net!
In fact, it is not a person who is not alert.
Among the representatives of the theaters present, some frowned slightly, thinking about the meaning predicted by this lens, and felt a little uncomfortable.
And beside Ye Hongyu.
Yang An quietly clenched his fists, feeling inexplicably irritable. Why was there such a turning point? Is there any special reason why Xiao Ba is willing to play ball?
At this time, Yang An suddenly saw Ye Hongyu put down his cocked legs.
The anxiety in his heart is rapidly magnifying!
The movie continues.
Professor An, who works as a music teacher, started to tell the students his understanding of music after playing a piano.
Time has made him grow older, but his temperament has become more restrained. This man seems to be more attractive, but this attractive man seems a bit naughty.
He was teaching the students, but in his hand he held the little yellow ball that he played with Xiaoba before work.
Squeezing his hand from time to time, the ball made a lovely sound.
"we……"
Professor An looked at the eyelid, smiled and spoke, but his expression suddenly changed, covering his chest and holding the piano.
"Om."
As if pressing the black and white keys, the fragmented piano sounds suddenly sounded, attracting the attention of all the students, and then under everyone's attention, Professor An fell to the ground.
Wow!
The students got up in a panic...
In the slow motion of virtual focus processing, the yellow ball is still tightly held in the hands of the professor, but it no longer makes a sound due to the force, as if Professor An, who fell in class, never wakes up...
Professor Ann is dead.
It's like a meticulous plan by the screenwriter, and it's like a sudden accident.
The light of the big screen hit the faces of the audience.
Countless pupils are shrinking.
Everyone's expressions, from unbelievable astonishment, to the panic that followed, to the sadness that finally came, were finally completely covered by huge sadness.
It was a small gap in the depths of the soul, slowly enlarging, and deriving from a complete collapse.
At this moment, everyone's heads are blank!
It's like an elm that can't think.
And when people realized what had happened, some audiences were already shrouded in despair!
The big screen suddenly became like everyone's mood at the moment.
There is nothing in the darkness, nothing can be seen.
咚咚咚咚...
There is no pretendingly sensational soundtrack, only the drumbeats in the dark that seem to be beating up gradually, slower and slower, slower and slower, until they disappear completely.
Crunch.
It was a weak sound from the ball.
The big screen lights up again in a short while, but the expressions of all the audience are in sharp contrast with the few seconds before the darkness.
Those are faces, tears streaming down...
The camera switched to the station cruelly, Xiao Ba still crouched on the flower pond opposite the old station, the angle of view slowly lifted off, leaving only Xiao Ba helpless back in the long shot.
Lonely and sad.
"Little Eight..."
In the back row, Yang An's tears were like a torrent of bursting dike, which could not be blocked.
Perhaps Ye Hongyu was the only one who held it, it seemed that being calm was her belief, but Ye Hongyu's lips turned white because of the bite too hard and still did not loosen.
Yang An couldn't see this.
In his ear, the whole movie theater was whimpering, and when the gentle trap began to close the net, there were very few survivors.
In such a theater, tears are the cheapest way to release!
The uncles and aunts at the train station have left work one after another.
The man in the security room looked down at his watch, then looked at Xiao Ba who was squatting on the flower pond, and tentatively shouted, but Xiao Ba did not answer.
at this time.
The sky was completely dark, and Xiao Ba was the only one left with the ice and snow that had not completely melted this winter.
The camera zoomed in quickly, Xiao Ba’s jaw was pressed against the ground, and his smell became thicker.
Finally, Professor Ann's daughter took Xiao Ba back home.
The lights in the house did not go out this night.
Xiao Ba didn't want to enter the study.
It seems to have returned to the day when it first entered the family, looking at this black and white world through a small gap, like a poor homeless worm.
The only difference is that Mrs. Ann cried all night.
The next day, people held a grand funeral for Professor An.
Xiao Ba did not appear.
As usual, it came to the Huachi opposite the station and squatted down. It also watched the early morning train heading into the distance as usual, and watched the passing crowd as usual...
What is it looking for?
What is he waiting for?
The answer to this question seems meaningless, just like Xiao Ba’s waiting aimlessly, it is meaningless to many people.
This night, the heavy snow started again.
A thick layer of snow fell on Xiao Ba's body.
The man in the security booth of the train station walked to Xiao Ba and whispered, "You don't have to wait, he will never come back."
Xiaoba didn't move.
In the snowy night, the reflections in its eyes do not know whether it is light or moonlight.
The man in the security booth shook his head, gently brushed the snow on Xiaoba's body, and turned to leave.
The sobbing in the cinema has been one after another.
Even the people who were trying to suppress it no longer endure it.
Ye Hongyu's eyes, as if illuminated by fire, were full of red.
Yang An discovered that Ye Hongyu's body was trembling slightly, just like himself, his throat was blocked by something, and he could only slow down the digestion of those turbulent tears in a nearly embarrassing manner.
That year, Mrs. Ann sold the house in her family and seemed to want to escape the city.
Professor Ann’s daughter took Xiao Ba back to her home, but Xiao Ba escaped the same day.
Professor An's daughter realized that Xiao Ba in front of her was no longer the little cub that the master couldn't drive away, let alone scolded.
The world of black, white and gray has no color.
In the flying scene, it ran panting.
It traversed the woods with dead branches and fallen leaves, and also traversed the endless fields. It returned to the home where he lived in the past. It will always remember this road.
However, this home has a new owner.
"Are you lost?"
The new owner of this house looked at Xiao Ba, just like the first encounter between Xiao Ba and Professor An, the man leaned down and asked with a gentle face:
Little guy, are you lost?
It returned to the Huachi opposite the old station, as if sticking to a promise that never existed.
Sometimes when it gets tired from squatting, it will lie down to rest, but the eyes that seem to be talking, never leave every train that goes out, and every group of people arriving at the station.
In some places, it may never get lost.
It's just that the person it is waiting for can't find the way home because he is lost?
Professor An's daughter took it home again and tried to tie it up, but Xiao Ba refused to eat or drink, and resisted by hunger strike.
A few days later.
Professor Ann's daughter suddenly understood something.
She chose to let go of the chains that held Xiao Ba and opened the closed door, smiling with tears, "Maybe I can understand you."
Xiao Ba flees without going crazy for the first time.
It looked at Professor Ann's daughter as if saying goodbye seriously.
Camera switching.
It was still the flowerbed opposite the old station, still in the squatting posture, Xiao Ba returned here.
The passing trains can always cheer up Xiao Ba at the first time, but the familiar smell has been lost from the passing crowd, so it is always disappointed again and again.
Its fur is dirty.
The black and white of the world is actually desperate and cold.
At night, it sleeps under the wheels of an abandoned train carriage.
Whenever the first train awakened it in the morning, it ran to the railway station as usual, sat upright on the steps opposite the door, waiting for him to return home.
Whether it is windy or raining, or the sky is covered with familiar goose feathers and heavy snow.
No one took it into the study again.
No one took out the blanket to warm it.
Only time hurried, people hurried by.
Only the train will sound the whistle, only the sun will alternately sunset, and only the moon will become thinner.
One year, two years, three years...
People around will provide Xiao Ba with food for survival.
Everyone was moved by Xiao Ba’s loyalty to his master. Even the newspapers published news about Xiao Ba’s waiting for his master’s return for several years. There were even voluntary donations from the public...
"Little Ba is old."
I don't know which day, the security guard who was still working at the station said softly.
It began to walk in a faint, and its already dirty hair became thinner, because it had been left unattended for a long time and lost its former glory.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons alternate.
Xiao Ba is still waiting for someone who seems to never return--
For a dog, the distance between life and death cannot be penetrated.
It only believes that its master will come back, so its life, like a stream of water, is on the bluestone platform of the station, passing by year after year.
As a dog, this is its waiting.
Life, old age, sickness and death, never give up. It took ten years to completely transform into a landscape~EbookFREE.me~ Many years later, when Mrs. Ann, who was absent from the past, came to Xiaocheng Station, she saw Xiao Ba at a glance.
Xiao Ba, it is so old that it can only crawl there, and it doesn't want to waste any effort to move.
After that glance, Mrs. Ann's tears were overwhelmed with tears.
Just like the Ye Hongyu, who claims to be able to remain silent in front of the movie screen, for the first time in his life, he received the paper from Yang An and cried until he was out of breath.

ps: Thank you again for the reward of the face expression leader, thank you very much, and I also apologize to everyone that this part is a bit lazy, and I can’t say too many wits today. I watched the movie while watching the content I wrote before. The result It's worse than the people in the book crying, and there will be revisions later, so let's write a chapter first, it may take a while.
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