All-rounder Artist

Chapter 409: Chapter 387: Agreement (Extra for Alliance Hierarch〔⌒◎⌒〕)_2

In a cinema hall like this, tears are the cheapest form of release!

The uncles and aunts who set up stalls at the train station financial worker shift one after another.

The man in the security room glanced at the time on his watch and looked at Xiao Ba squatting on the flower bed, tried to call him, but Xiao Ba did not respond.

At this time.

The sky had completely darkened, and Xiao Ba was left with only the ice and snow that had not completely melted this winter.

The lens zooms in quickly, Xiao Ba’s lower jaw against the ground, his breathing slowly becoming heavier,

In the end, it was Professor An’s daughter who brought Xiao Ba home.

The lights in the house did not go out that night.

Xiao Ba simply refused to enter the study.

It seemed to have returned to the day it first joined this family, peering through the small gap at this black and white world, like a pitiful orphan.

The only difference was that Madam An cried all night.

The next day, a grand funeral was held for Professor An, his face became part of people’s memory, etched onto the tomb.

Xiao Ba did not show up.

As always, it went to the flower bed across the station and squatted, watched the morning train heading towards the distance as always, and the passing crowd as always…

What was it looking for?

What was it waiting for?

The answer to this question seemed meaningless, just like Xiao Ba’s aimless waiting, which was also meaningless for many people.

The snow started to flurry again that night.

Everything was bleakly white.

The man in the train station security booth walked up to Xiao Ba and said softly, “You don’t have to keep waiting, he’s never going to come back.”

Xiao Ba remained still.

In the snowy night, what was reflected in its eyes, was unknowingly the light, or the moonlight.

The man in the security booth shook his head, but in the eyes of the audience, it was clearly an extreme sadness.

The big snow covered Xiao Ba’s fur, Xiao Ba seemed not to hear, and the station attendant brushed the snow off Xiao Ba’s body, smiled helplessly, he knew this was Xiao Ba’s stubbornness…

The sobbing in the cinema had become intermittent, even the crowd that was originally trying to suppress it, could no longer restrain themselves.

Ye Hongyu’s eyes, as if illuminated by the fire, were filled with red.

It was then that Yang An noticed that Ye Hongyu’s body was slightly trembling, like himself, his throat was blocked, and he could only try to alleviate the surging tears in a manner close to disgrace.

That year, Madam An sold the house, as if trying to escape from this city.

Professor An’s daughter brought Xiao Ba back to her house, but Xiao Ba escaped that same day.

Only then did Professor An’s daughter realize that the Xiao Ba before her was no longer the one that no matter what could not be driven away or scolded away.

The black and white grey world still had no color.

Amidst the passing scenery, it was running out of breath.

It crossed the forest of withered branches and leaves, and also crossed the endless fields, it returned to the home where the former him lived, this road it would always remember.

However, this home, already had new owners.

“Are you lost?”

The new owner of the house looked at Xiao Ba, the scene was just like the first time Xiao Ba and Professor An met, that man bent down and asked with a gentle face:

Little guy, are you lost?

It was not lost, it returned to the flower bed across from the old station again, as if to hold onto a never existed, or perhaps a silent agreement.

Sometimes when it is tired from squat, it would lie down to rest, it’s just that those eyes which seemed to be able to speak, never left each passing train, and every handful of people arriving at the station.

Yes, this is where he left, it might never be lost.

It’s just the person it’s waiting for, could he not find the way home because he was lost?

Professor An’s daughter took it home again, tried to tie it up, but Xiao Ba refused to eat or drink, refused by fasting, just like the night Professor An tried to send it away–

After a few days, Professor An’s daughter suddenly understood something.

She chose to release the chain that held Xiao Ba and opened the tightly shut door, crying and smiling, “Maybe I understand you.”

For the first time, Xiao Ba did not wildly escape.

It looked at Professor An’s daughter, as if saying a serious goodbye.

The scene changes.

It was still the flower bed across from the old station, and Xiao Ba was back in his squatting position here again.

It looked as if it had grown together with this place, the passing trains always managed to lift Xiao Ba’s spirit right away, but the familiar scent was lost among the passing crowds, so all it received was one disappointment after another.

Its fur had become disgustingly messy.

The black, white and grey in its eyes, were cold and chilly, piercing to the bone.

At night, it would sleep under the wheels of the discarded train carriage.

Every morning when the first train woke it up, it would, as usual, run to the other side of the train station, sit upright on the unchanged steps, waiting for a certain returnee that will never appear.

No matter whether it was windy, raining, or when the familiar heavy snow was floating down from the sky.

No one ever brought it into the study again.

No one ever gave it a blanket to keep warm.

Only time hurried by, people hurried by.

Only the train would continue to hoot, only sunrise would alternate with sunset, only the bright moon turned into a thin moon.

One year passed, then two years, then three years…

The people around would provide Xiao Ba with food for survival.

Everyone was moved by Xiao Ba’s loyalty to his master, and even the newspapers published news about Xiao Ba waiting for his master to return for years, and there were also spontaneous donations from the public…

“Xiao Ba has gotten old.”

One day, the security guard who still worked at the station quietly said that.

It started to falter, its dirty fur became sparse day by day, because there was no one to groom it for a long time, it no longer had its previous gloss.

It was still waiting, day after day, for a full ten years.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the four seasons cycled.

No one knew whether Xiao Ba knew that he would never return, the distance between life and death, perhaps a dog really couldn’t perceive it.

It was just stubbornly believed that his master would return.

So it waited forever, but its life couldn’t stand the erosion of time, like a flowing stream, little by little on the bluestone platform of the station, year after year it passed and withered away.

As a dog, this was its own vigil, and also the destination it chose for itself.

From birth to old age and sickness, to death, never leaving nor abandoning, it used ten years of time to completely become a landscape.

When the former gleaming Madam An came to the small town station, she saw Xiao Ba as soon as she walked out of the station.

Xiao Ba, it was already so old that it could only lie there, not wanting to waste even a little bit of strength to move.

With just one glance, Madam An cried her makeup off.

Just like the Ye Hongyu in front of the movie screen who claimed to be able to keep her composure forever, for the first time in her life she took the paper from Yang An, crying so hard that she couldn’t breathe.

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ps: Thanks again for the reward from the Hierarch of the emoji, thank you very much, I also want to apologize to you all for being a bit lazy in some places of this writing, can’t talk too much cheeky today, I was crying miserably while watching the movie and looking at the previous contents, there will be modifications later, I’m going to write the next chapter, it might take a while.