Eye of Darkness

"Afterwards, the economy developed and recording equipment could be purchased. However, the old man seemed to have formed a habit of listening to the station's broadcasts every time. Although he had to wait for a month or even longer each time, the old man still listened to the radio every day regardless of rain or shine. Later, the stationmaster was deeply moved by the old man's affection, so he gave her the position of ticket inspector."

As he spoke, the young man sighed deeply and whispered.

"I really don't understand how good her husband is, so that a girl who is still in her twenties and in her prime can leave all her time to him."

Although the young man's tone was full of confusion, Yan Ming could catch a trace of envy in the young man's words.

Yan Ming did not answer the young man's doubts because he didn't know how to answer.

Although Yan Ming felt that the old woman's behavior was not worth it, he also understood that he was not an old woman after all. He could not understand the old woman's deep and heavy emotions. To others, it was stupid and worthless. Perhaps for the old woman, it is the most precious.

When a person comes into this world and finds an obsession that he is willing to devote his whole life to, he cannot be judged by the world.

How could someone who didn't even care about her own life change her obsession with others because of other people's words?

The reason why obsession is obsession is that it exists for a reason.

Thinking about it, Yan Ming couldn't help but think of A'ju, a man who also had obsessions and would do anything to gain power. Was he wrong? Yan Ming didn't want to know, and he was not qualified to judge.

There is never anything in this world that can be explained by just two words: right or wrong. Different angles, different positions, different views, and views on the same thing will all produce different ideas.

It is precisely such complex emotions that shape people, and people are inherently complex emotions.

Yan Ming thought, if one day he could find something that he was willing to sacrifice everything for, would he really dare to say that he had lived a whole life, not caring about the torrent of the world, purely for his own persistence? Live by thinking.

This is not individualism, just like dedicating oneself to all mankind is the obsession that a person insists on. Living for one's own wishes is also the same as a person confirming that he is willing to give everything without regrets. persist in.

There is no distinction between high and low, they are just constraints within the big framework...

At this moment, a rumbling whistle sounded in the distance, pulling Yan Ming back from his thoughts.

Following the sound, I saw a train slowly approaching the train station. As the car approached, a wave of heat hit my face. When the train stopped, I heard a warning sound.

"The train has arrived. I wish you a safe journey."

This sound is full of magnetism. Perhaps due to the old recording equipment, there is a slight graininess in the sound. Combined with the unique tone of the gramophone, just listening to it brings you back to that era many years ago. .

"It's here..."

Seeing this, Yan Ming said something meaningful, turned to look at the old woman, and saw that the old woman's grip on the cup had loosened, the corners of her wrinkled mouth were slightly pulled, and her eyes were shining with light. Watching the stopped train without blinking.

"This time, I have to wait for three months."

The young man's words reached Yan Ming's ears with a hint of sigh.

Looking at this scene, Yan Ming remained silent. He paused for a moment, then withdrew his gaze. After bidding farewell to the young man, he walked towards the train.

Sitting on the seat, leaning back slightly and leaning on the soft cushions, Yan Ming glanced at the empty car. After a slight pause, Yan Ming held Soraya in his arms, closed his eyes and squinted. .

Soraya was also well-behaved. He lay motionless in Yan Ming's arms and snored from time to time, as if he was sleeping soundly. He turned into Pikachu and flicked his tail, which was very interesting.

Those restless ears also twitched from time to time, which made Yan Ming feel itchy in his heart.

Not long after, the train started slowly, and the warm air came from the air conditioner overhead, blowing on people, which was very comfortable.

Seeing the car gradually go away, the young man and the old woman on the platform looked at each other, were speechless, helped each other to stand up, and walked not far away.

Not long after driving, Yan Ming opened his eyes and looked through the car window at the vast expanse of snow outside.

A pair of pale golden eyes narrowed slightly, with an indifferent expression on his face.

His eyes fell on the snow-capped mountains not far away, looking at the cold that could be felt even through the glass window. In his mind, he couldn't help but picture the old woman on the platform, with such a determined look. There was a wave of excitement in Yan Ming's heart.

For some reason, Yan Ming suddenly felt envious in his heart, not because of the love between the old man and her wife, but because of the simple emotion that contained no other emotions.

Rubbing Soraya's hair in his arms and feeling its comfortable touch, Yan Ming's lips curved slightly, and his originally irritable mood eased.

"But it's not easy to stick to your true intentions while living in this world..."

He whispered softly, his voice containing extremely complex emotions.

Is it easy to stick to your heart?Maybe it is like this now, but who can guarantee that you will not change in the future?

The changes in this process are never humanly predictable, which is why perseverance is so precious.

It was very quiet inside the carriage, except for the sound of rolling wheels. In the silent carriage, it seemed particularly harsh and disturbing.

Yan Ming's eyes fell on the window, looking at the white snow outside the window and the fleeting wild elves in the snow. He fell into deep thought. After an unknown period of time, Yan Ming suddenly reached out and touched Zoroa again. hair.

"Zoroa, do you think I should be lucky to have met you? Otherwise, you may never understand what I want to insist on in my heart."

After Yan Ming finished speaking, Soraya also rubbed Yan Ming's palm, looking like he liked it very much.

Yan Ming touched Zoroa gently, his eyes far and long.

"If I were alone, or if I didn't have you by my side, then I might really get lost in the vast sea of ​​people, unable to find my own way, and eventually sink into darkness and become unbearable."

Seeing the lonely look on Yan Ming's face, Zoroa seemed to notice something. He grabbed Yan Ming's skirt with his paws and rubbed it, as if to comfort Yan Ming and let him not be sad.

Sensing Soraya's movements, Yan Ming showed a slight smile, stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked Soraya's head.

"I know, Soraya, I know. Fortunately, I already understand."

Ming, don't worry, we're here.