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There is no pretentiously sensational soundtrack, only the heartbeat drumbeat in the dark is gradually sounding, and it gets slower and slower until it disappears completely.

crunch.

That was the weak sound of the ball.

The big screen was turned on again in an instant, but the expressions of all the audience formed a very sharp contrast with the few seconds before the darkness.

It was a face, in tears...

The camera cuts cruelly to the station, Xiao Ba is still squatting on the flower pond opposite the old station, the angle of view slowly rises into the sky, and only Xiao Ba's helpless back is left in the long shot.

Lonely and sad.

"Xiaoba..."

In the back row, Yang An's tears were like a torrent bursting a bank, and there was no way to stop it.

Perhaps Ye Hongyu was the only stickler, and it seemed her belief was to remain calm, but Ye Hongyu's lips were still white even though they were biting too hard.

Yang An couldn't see this.

Next to his ears, the whole movie theater was sobbing. When the gentle trap began to close its net, there were very few survivors.

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

The uncles and aunts who opened stalls at the train station got off work one after another.

The man in the security room looked down at his watch, then at Xiao Ba squatting on the flower pond, and called out tentatively, but Xiao Ba didn't answer.

at this time.

It was completely dark, and Xiao Ba was only accompanied by the snow and ice that had not completely melted this winter.

The camera quickly zoomed in, Xiao Ba's jaw was touching the ground, and the sound of sniffing gradually became thicker,

In the end, Professor An's daughter brought Xiao Ba back home.

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

Xiao Ba was unwilling to enter the study anyway.

It seems to have returned to the day when it first entered this family, looking at this black and white world through a small gap, like a homeless wretch.

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

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

Xiaoba didn't show up.

As usual, it came to squat on the flower pond opposite the station, 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 aimless waiting is also meaningless to many people.

That night, heavy snow rose again.

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

The man in the security booth at the train station walked towards Xiao Ba and said softly, "You don't have to wait any longer, he will never come back."

Xiao Ba didn't move.

On snowy nights, what refracted in its eyes was either lights or moonlight.

The man in the security booth shook his head, lightly brushed the snow marks on Xiao Ba's body, turned and left.

The sobbing of the movie theater has been one after another.

Even the crowd who were trying to suppress it no longer endured it.

Ye Hongyu's eyes, as if illuminated by fire, were full of red.

Only then did Yang An realize that Ye Hongyu's body was trembling slightly, just like himself, his throat was blocked by something, and he could only slow down and digest those raging tears in an almost embarrassing way.

That year, Mrs. An sold her house and seemed to want to escape the city.

Professor An's daughter took Xiao Ba back to her home, but Xiao Ba escaped on the same day.

Only then did Professor An's daughter realize that the little Ba in front of her was no longer the little cub whose master couldn't drive him away no matter what, let alone run away with scolding.

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

In the fleeting scenery, it ran panting.

It passed through the woods with dead branches and leaves, and also through the endless fields. It returned to the home where he lived in the past. It will always remember this road.

However, this home already has a new owner.

"Are you lost?"

The new owner of this house looked at Xiaoba, just like the first time Xiaoba and Professor An met, the man leaned down and asked with a gentle face:

Little guy, are you lost?

It returned to the flower pond opposite the old station, as if sticking to a promise that never existed.

Sometimes when it is tired from squatting, it will lie down to rest, but those eyes seem to be talking, never leave every train that goes out, and every crowd that arrives at the station.

In some places, it may never get lost.

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

Professor An's daughter took it home again and tried to tie it up, but Xiaoba refused to eat or drink and resisted with a hunger strike.

a few days later.

Professor An's daughter suddenly understood something.

She chose to let go of the chain that tied Xiao Ba, and opened the closed door, with a tearful smile: "Maybe I can understand you."

For the first time, Xiao Ba did not escape in a frenzy.

It looked at Professor An's daughter, as if saying goodbye seriously.

Camera switch.

It was still the flower bed opposite the old station, still in the same squatting posture, and Xiao Ba returned here.

The passing trains can always cheer up Xiao Ba immediately, but the familiar smell is lost in the passing crowd, so it is always disappointed again and again.

Its fur is already dirty.

The black, white and gray of the world are actually despair and coldness.

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

Whenever the first train wakes it up in the morning, it will run to the train station as usual, and sit upright on the steps opposite the door, waiting for him to go home.

Whether it's windy, rainy, or the familiar heavy snowflakes in the sky.

No one brought it into the study anymore.

No one took out a blanket to keep it warm.

Only time goes by in a hurry, and people pass by in a hurry.

Only the train will whistle, only the sun will rise and set alternately, only the moon will fade into the moon.

One year, two years, three years...

The people around will provide food for Xiao Ba to survive.

Everyone was moved by Xiaoba's loyalty to his master, even the newspapers published the news that Xiaoba had been waiting for his master's return for several years, and some people even made donations spontaneously...

"Xiao Ba is getting old."

One day, the security guard who was still working at the station said something softly.

It began to falter, and its already dirty hair became thinner day by day. Because it had been neglected for a long time, it lost its former glory.

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

Hachi is still waiting for someone who never seems to return—

The distance between life and death, for a dog, it cannot penetrate.

It only believed that its master would come back, so its life, like a stream of water, passed away year after year on the bluestone platform of the station bit by bit.

As a dog, this is its waiting.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, never leave, it takes ten years to thoroughly form a landscape.

Many years later, when Mrs. An, who was no longer in the past, came to Xiaocheng Station, she saw Xiaoba at a glance.

Xiaoba, it is so old that it can only crawl there, and it doesn't want to waste even a little effort.

After that glance, Mrs. An's tears faded away.

Just like the Ye Hongyu in front of the movie screen who claimed to be able to remain calm forever, took the paper from Yang An for the first time in his life, and cried until he was out of breath.

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ps: Thank you again for the reward from the lord of facial expressions, thank you very much, and I apologize to everyone for being a bit lazy in some places. I can’t say too many witty words today. I watched the movie again while reading the content I wrote before. Crying worse than the people in the book, there will be revisions later, let's write the next chapter first, it may take a while.

Chapter 388 Laughing and Crying (addition for the leader [havck])

This was the first time Yang An saw that Ye Hongyu's strength would crumble, no matter how thick her makeup was, she couldn't resist the constant washing of tears.

Like a disconnected wire.

Packs of toilet paper have their biggest uses in movie theaters, but no one has the time to appreciate how intriguing this particular arrangement is.

The entire theater was wrapped in heavy sadness.

Representatives of countless theater chains hardly dared to look up at this moment.

The sides of Ye Hongyu's nose were flushed from the frequent rubbing of tissues, but she still tried her best to look up at the big screen...

The lights were still dim.

Xiao Ba's sleeping face lying under the abandoned train carriage is already very old, and every trace of the years on his body is so clear, but everyone knows that it is not the conditions of the station that torture it, but the conditions of the train station. The familiar "Little Eight" will never sound again.

The snow is like a knife.

Another winter.

The audience even hated this kind of winter at this time. The train whistle rang tirelessly. Xiao Ba woke up as a mental reflex, but he could only watch the train leave again.

The piano sound in the background is heavy and slow.

Xiao Ba braved the wind and snow, dragging his tired steps, walking on the train tracks.

And on both sides of the track, the lights of those houses were extinguished one after another.

It seems to be tired.

Returning to the familiar flower bed, lying down weakly, not even able to sob, Xiao Ba gently closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the train seemed to be coming back.

I don't know how many times the whistle sounded in ten years.

And this time, the lights of the train were extremely dazzling, and even the street lights on both sides seemed to be turned on again.

The camera transitions into bright sunlight in a montage fashion.

In a trance, Xiao Ba heard someone calling himself:

"Wake up."

"Little Eight."

"Let's go."

Xiao Ba opened his eyes, against the light, Professor An's familiar face appeared in the psychedelic lens, and he seemed to be beckoning to Xiao Ba.

The screen flashes back.

On those sunny spring afternoons, they would run to their heart's content; on that evening when the train came home, they would hug each other; when the crowds began to board, they would bid each other farewell; on that day when the rain began to pour, they would warm themselves in the study...

In memory, he was still young.

In memory, it is still healthy.