Chapter 275: Morning runner

Chapter 275 Morning Runner
Anatoly did not know what the intention of Mr. Sullivan, who gave him mysterious feelings, brought him to this place.
In Anatoly's view, this place is just a very ordinary dwelling house - but Sullivan asked him if he had thought of something after coming here.
Anatoly knew that Sullivan was talking about his memory loss.
Anatoly didn't feel that he had forgotten anything - but whether it was from Sullivan's words and deeds, some of the bishop's words, and even the sudden break of his cross, his rational analysis came out. The conclusion: he really forgot something.
"Sorry, Mr. Sullivan, I didn't think of anything." Anatoly shook his head.
Sullivan seemed to nod his head as expected. "Not just you, the people living nearby are not sure who the house originally lived."
Anatoly curiously asked: "Who was the person who lived here?"
Sullivan slowly said: "It's a coward, with a ten-year-old child. They should have left for a few days, because some food in the refrigerator is still in the shelf life. Just..."
Seeing that Sullivan had stopped here, Anatoly was more focused.
At this time, Sullivan looked at the houses in front of him, and he seemed to be confused: "We can't find out the whereabouts of the father and son... It is like the evaporation of human beings."
Anatoly frowned. "If you are just an ordinary person, how can you hide from the eye of the monastery?"
"I am afraid that it is not an ordinary person." Sullivan stared at Anatoly with deep thought.
I don't know if it is illusory.
At the moment of the four eyes, Anatoly seemed to feel some slight fear from the eyes of Mr. Sullivan.
"Anatoly, you need to go with me to the headquarters of the monastery." Sullivan suddenly said.
But only after graduating from the abbey, Anatoly, who had just been appointed here, is very puzzled.
I only heard Sullivan say: "I have more restrictions. I can't use any complete magic in this place. So I can only go to your monastery, where there are measures that I can release."
Anatoly had a glimpse of his heart because he heard what Sullivan had just said... ‘you’?
......
The two gods who left did not know that they had a pair of eyes and watched them all the way in front of the house they had been observing.
It was sitting in the chair in front of this house, and Luo Qiu, who had been brushing the screen of the mobile phone, was not here.
Of course, it wasn't that Luo Qiu deliberately let her not be here. She just woke up and prepared breakfast, and went to the supermarket to purchase items.
Luo Qiu did not have the hotel where he first lived. Instead, after Oleg quietly left Moscow with Anton Lear, he also quietly moved in here as a temporary place to stay.
It is not that the hotel apartment prepared by the maid lady is not good.
It’s just that he feels that there is something to be like here – like the rocking chair on the front gallery, there is a feeling of not wanting to move. The hotel apartment does not seem to give him this experience.
Here, when Kamala is still reborn, the taste of happiness left behind.
"you guys."
After the two gods left completely, Luo Qiu looked up at the sky in the morning - in human cognition, this seems to be something.
But Luo Qiu, who has seen the old books of the club, knows very well that there is nothing in it.
It exists, but not in heaven or on the ground.
"Paradise... still three years."
Luo Qiu stretched out and stood up from the chair.
He took the earphones of his mobile phone and then kicked his shoes gently. He jogged and ran out of the road, running along the road in the community.
This morning is very suitable for jogging.
On the way, Luo Qiu met many people who also chose to run the road at this time. People who like sports seem to be full of enthusiasm.
He met a lot of people who greeted him, in the form of men and women. They may be admiring the scenery along the road - these scenery in their eyes, is it the color of the figure?
Luo Qiu did not know.
He has the concept of color, but all the colors seem to him to look like a single hue. They are scattered together, seemingly regular, but they also seem to have no rules.
The whole world is like a black and white world in cognition.
But he suddenly slowed down, slowly reduced his pace, and finally came to the front of an old house.
It was painted outside the walls of people's houses... It should be said that graffiti is more appropriate.
Graffiti is not colorful, far from the bright colors of street graffiti, which can attract people's attention. It is not even the kind of irony. It can express the dissatisfaction of the graffiti people to the society very strongly and can arouse the resonance of the people.
It's just a city scan on a brown wall, simply drawn with black lines - but the city is not drawn to scale.
It is distorted, just like the reflection of a city on a mirror, the straight building becomes a fat look, and the neat road becomes curved.
Luo Qiu stretched his hand and touched it on the wall, then licked his finger... This is not like drawing with a charcoal pen, but it is more like painting directly with charcoal.
The lines are rough.
"For a while, I went through this place every day."
Suddenly there was someone who spoke behind Luo Qiu. Luo Qiu turned his head and saw a man with a mask and a cap and a running suit.
It should be a middle-aged person.
There is a very strong feeling.
Luo Qiu just glanced at it and raised his head. He took two steps back and allowed himself to collect all of the painting. The running middle-aged man behind him also stopped here and leaned his head. Looking at the twisted Moscow on the wall.
He suddenly said: "This picture has not been painted yet."
"Yeah." Luo Qiu nodded.
The man seems to have some pity: "I was about a year ago? I started running in the morning near here. I saw a young man occasionally painting here. It was still a winter thing, and my impression was quite profound. His clothes are very It was thin and his face was very bad, like a tramp. But he didn't seem to feel cold at all. He was holding only a charcoal. When I saw it, the painting had already drawn a building."
He seems to be telling a story that is rarely shared with people... to share stories with strangers.
"I watched him for a few days. One day I couldn't help but go up and ask him." The man with a mask and a hat looked at Luo Qiu at this time and seemed to smile. "I asked him, it was so cold. Why don't you burn charcoal on your hands to warm up?"
"What did he say?" Luo Qiu asked casually.
"He didn't answer me." The man shook his head. "But instead asked me a question: He said, do you have a dream?"
"Dream?" Luo Qiu thoughtfully.
The man also nodded casually. "Yes, dream... To be honest, I don't know if I have a dream. But later, I will always take some time to sprint around here, on the one hand, to exercise, one Aspect... I think I probably want to see what this guy can do."
He shook his head: "It's a pity that this painting was not finished yet. I haven't touched him for a long time. However, I will occasionally come here, thinking that maybe I will still meet this guy, it will be good. Look at this unfinished painting here."
"It has a fascinating place." Luo Qiu smiled and smiled.
The man also whispered: "Yeah. Looking at this unfinished, twisted city, I can always give me some different feelings. It seems that I am always vigilant about myself... I can’t let myself live in such a distortion. In the middle of the city. Oh, I said some boring topics."
"Nothing." Luo Qiu shook his head.
The man started to trotting in the field. He suddenly reached out and patted Luo Qiu’s shoulder: "Young man, are you Chinese? I have been to this country a few times and it is a very good country. However, you can speak Russian so. Ok, think about staying here and developing, young people, there will always be opportunities."
"I am the same everywhere I stay." Luo Qiu shook his head.
The man did not seem to care about the meaning of this sentence, he nodded, trotting away - but he did not run long, there is a black car behind to slowly follow.
Luo Qiu turned and looked at the graffiti on the wall.
This is actually the painting that Yuri has painted. But the place where he is now is the manor of Decaby... Maybe he is greeting Miss Anna who brought back last night.
"dream."
(End of this chapter)