The Greatest

On the street at five o'clock in the morning, the street lights were so bright that they could blind people's eyes. Dozens of police cars, ambulances, and fire engines blocked the road. Accidents are not as serious as a 'shooting'.

Many media reporters were stopped outside the yellow line. The medical staff were busy, and had to be carried out of the bar. In the end, there were not enough carts and stretchers, so the corpses could only be carried by hand. The patient is lying on the stroller.

The lights on the police car flickered, and the uniformed policemen gathered around in twos and threes, as if they were discussing something separately.

The hotel can no longer be seen as it was, especially the blasted side, which turned into a big hole, like a monster's mouth.

Curious passers-by and eager reporters outside the yellow line couldn't squeeze a short lady.

"Let me in, let me in! My friend's still in! She's still in—"

The originally soft and beautiful blonde hair was messed up, and the dress was also full of stains. She kept repeating these words, and she was still in this state when the calm police officer came to question her.

After catching a glimpse of her bare feet, the officer kindly called the paramedics.

"Miss, please calm down. We will deal with it here, you go and sit over there first."

He helped the person to the ambulance, and finally the police officer was called away by his superior.However, the current ambulancemen are too busy at all, they just ran to bandage the cut sole of her foot, and had to go back to deal with the transported corpse.

Her eyes followed the running people one after another, and the trembling lady sitting there, Angelina was still looking for everything that might be Rose.

She never thought that she passed out after calling the police.After waking up again, the gangster had been shot dead, and they also started to deal with the scene.

Collapsed walls, inquiries from strangers, the rustling of intercoms.

Everything was driving her crazy, and the person who might have brought her calm and peace was not around her.

Her trembling hands stopped after seeing a figure, but she bit her lip in panic.

Two firefighters lifted a man out of the smoking bar. Although she couldn't see the exact appearance, she recognized the red jacket.

She picked out the red jacket she asked the man to put on with a smile.

Her feet became weak for a moment, she couldn't catch up at all, she just grabbed her hair, opened her mouth and sat down slowly in a ridiculous state of embarrassment.

The hard, rough ground irritated her legs, and she found she couldn't breathe in, only exhale.

The sky and the earth are shaking, and a crack is about to open where she is, swallowing her, swallowing her into the grave...

I wanted to cry loudly, but I couldn't move my body.

I want to call out loudly, but I am afraid that there will be no response.

Slowly, she was able to make a sound again.It was like a deaf-mute screaming out of their throats, the hoarse voice was harsh and harsh.

People around were looking at her, stopped discussing, maybe still thinking about what to do with her.

But she doesn't want to go anywhere now, she is just weak, throwing herself forward and curling up slowly.

Her 'Super Power Little Pink' can only be capable when she is beside her red rose.

Struggling to burst into tears, she was caught off guard by someone.

The person hugging her was running towards her, and she could hear the thud without raising her head.

Smelling the familiar rose water, she took a deep breath and tightened the clothes of the person in front of her.

Yes, this is her red rose, this is her Rose Tonk, her lover.

After finding the feeling of breathing, she seemed to have also found the impulse of pain.The tears couldn't be stopped, and it probably washed out her mascara.

But she was like a newborn, all she knew was crying loudly.

She is alive.

They are all alive.

Vehicles, big and small, will be surrounded by bars that blast a big hole.

The dazzling lights are no longer the neon signs of the bar, but the red and blue police lights complement each other, bringing in the dawn together with all the survivors sitting in the road.

······

Five days have passed, and the ruins and stains on the streets have long since disappeared, replaced by piles of souvenirs and flowers.

The other shops around the corner were open as usual, and news broadcasts of the shops were stern.

From morning to noon, more and more people gathered here.

Some people were talking and laughing, and seemed to be relaxed, but there were still some people with stern faces and tense nerves.

The team reporting by the media had already started the live broadcast on the sidelines. After that, many prominent people came intermittently and stood in front of the camera to express their opinions seriously.

In that shooting, 50 people were killed and more than [-] people were seriously injured or slightly injured.

Today, those who came to the memorial service were all the people who were in the bar at that time, or their relatives and friends.

When Oss, whose arms were bandaged, met Rose and Angelina, who were supporting each other, all three of them froze in place.Finally, they all smiled frankly.

"I thought you would have gone back long ago."

As Os said, he motioned for the two to go with him to a quieter corner.

"We plan to leave in a few days." Rose said first, "After all, we still have a lot of things to do."

"Oh?" Oss immediately became interested, "What is it?"

This time it was Angelina who took the call, she shook Rose's hand and said.

"We both want to adopt a kid here. Then go back."

Hearing this answer, Oss was obviously surprised and delighted.He patted the shoulders of the two to congratulate them, but his smile gradually faded when he finally thought of something.

Seeing him like this, the other two sensed something, but they didn't dare to ask directly.

Noticing that he was still wounded, both turned their heads to find a place to sit.

However, after a while, a tall man walked out from the crowd.

"Oss, there is a place to sit over there. Just wait there first."

Hearing someone's voice, Oss smiled again.He turned around and motioned for Rose and the others.

"Come over with me. Well, you can call him Curt. He's my friend."

Rose and the others obviously didn't believe such 'nonsense', and looked at him and Curt with a strange look.

In the end, it was Oss' eyes that urged them to let the two go.

They passed through the crowd, passed through flower arrays, and finally stopped at the banner with the list of the dead.

To be precise, it was Oss who stopped first.Because he saw a person.

He showed an expression of disbelief, and leaned closer to confirm again and again.Later, he still stepped forward and greeted the man with doubts.

"Are you... Mr. Edward Gregor?"

The person he stopped was probably in his early 50s and [-]s, but his curly hair was better maintained than his face.

The man originally had a solemn face, but when he turned to face him, he showed a gentle smile.

"Yes, it's me. May I ask who you are?"

Oss became excited in an instant, but he held back several times and shook hands with the other party.

"I'm your fan. I really like every one of your works!"

In order not to let himself become incoherent, he didn't speak at all in the end, just kept shaking hands, or just looked at the people around him.

Edward Gregor.Once this name was brought up, even Curt was surprised.

A shining star who appeared in the music scene more than ten years ago, a well-known composer, pianist, and conductor.

All in all, he's like a sudden miracle, with what he calls an 'angel'.

This person has several songs dedicated to a mysterious singer 'V'.The singer never showed up, and the only way outsiders could get in touch with him was to buy an album sung by him.

But as long as the lead singer of 'V', that song must be a hit.

However, I do not know when, the mysterious singer 'V' no longer appeared, and then slowly, Edward Gregor also disappeared from the music scene.

After meeting his idol, Oss has tried his best, wishing to chat with him about his whole life here.

he asked subconsciously afterwards.

"Sir, you, why are you here?"

The man in front of him was still smiling, but he said something that shocked everyone present.

"My son, he's on that list."

what? !

Stunned, Oss looked at the string of banners, and then at the calm Edward.

"But, but I never heard that you have a son——"

There was no one named Gregor on the list either.

Knowing why the four were shocked, Edward just shook his head with a helpless smile, and pointed to a name.

"When my wife and I adopted him, it was the child's own wish to keep the original name."

After seeing the name, Oss was once again stunned.

Bout Fran.

By the way, he had heard Eddie say it.One of Bout's guardians is a dead war reporter, and the other is a pianist...

"As a father, I'm still quite a failure. I saw my son again after so many years, but it was at his funeral."

Listening to this relaxed self-mockery, Oss only felt that his heart was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

At this time, Rose asked a question.

"What about your lover? Didn't come?"

Edward Gregor turned to answer them with a look that wasn't quite a 'laugh' at all.

"He's dead. Where I work now."

Obviously no one was asking, but he stared at the wedding ring on his hand, talking to himself.

"He was only 25 years old. He was killed in the border bombing with refugees. He didn't even celebrate his birthday. He promised to complete another song for me... I should have known, I shouldn't have let him do that." Choice. But I've never had anything to do with him...haha."

The last laugh gave Oss a critical blow, and he couldn't help but stepped forward and pressed his idol's shoulder.

It turned out that the reporter, the mysterious singer 'V' was alone from beginning to end.

Companion to Edward Gregor.

He saw the man smile again, but his body visibly trembled for a moment, then he slowly picked up the hat and put it on his head.

After another brief explanation, Edward also understood that the person in front of him was someone his son knew.

When he spoke again, he still kept his 'lover' in three sentences.

"Bout's kid's temper is more like my lover's. But he has the same hobbies as me. Because of this, I'm often blamed by that guy."

At the end he paused and added.

"Eddie Mustang. That's a very gentle kid. I've seen it. Blue eyes, like a guy I . . . . know."

"There was a time before that, because of that kid, Bout came to me all day to ask this and that."

Seemingly recalling something interesting, Edward smiled and shook his head.

"so good······"

As if immersed in his own world, Edward Gregor stared intently at the banner covered with his name.

He seemed to want to write down all the names one by one, looking at them intently and devoutly.

"······It's so good to love and be loved."

After the silence, the two women standing aside held each other's hands tightly.

Oss, whose eyes were sour, leaned against Curt beside him, not wanting to show his gaffe.

As a result, none of them got to the seat.

The mourning music was played first, and on the temporary high platform, the national flag, state flag and a colored flag were raised together.

At this time, in addition to those who participated in the commemorative meeting, many passers-by also stopped to watch.

The girl, being led by her parents, has obviously been attracted by the colorful flags.When the music finished playing, she couldn't wait to point to it.

"What's that?" she asked, looking up.

The husband and wife looked at each other, and finally the mother bent down and picked up the child, explaining the colorful flag seriously and calmly.

Brightly colored rainbow flags flutter in the air.From bottom to top, there are six different colors.

The indestructible spiritual existence is brilliant purple.

Comfortable and peaceful atmosphere, is the quiet blue.

Everything in the world is the same, and it is the natural green.

A warm sunny color, it is brilliant yellow.

Slightly sour magic, it is a healing orange.

In the end, at the top of the rainbow, the color was as bright red as blood, as hot as magma.

Is the pillar of life, passionate love.

The author has something to say: woc——finally ended! ! ! !I will never write short stories again.I can’t finish writing[email protected]%#《》$&ksksksnsk

Inexplicably finished writing this practice pen short emmmmmm feeling very bad.

Ah, life~~~~~ Why is it so difficult.

Even if there's no one here, uh, but I still have to explain.

The rainbow flag is actually a gay flag. LGBT flag.

The prototype of the incident is the Orlando shooting that occurred in 2016.

I want to write this because I heard the song written by the goddess sia for this case, thegreatest.

What appears at the end of the article is actually the real ending of another big pit.

Finished.

Farewell~~~|