[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

Chung did not learn the name of the stranger on the final night of the theater.

He didn't even see the opera to the end—before the third scene of the second act began, he quietly left in the brief darkness of the scene change, as if he had never been there.

If there is anything that can prove that what happened on this rainy night is not a fantasy or fantasy, apart from the water stains that have evaporated on his seat, I am afraid that there is only the damaged black umbrella taken away by him, and the short note he left on the back of the ticket stub. One line of handwritten text is shorter.

— Thank you for your generosity.

In fact, Cheng didn't think that she had done anything generous that deserved the other party's thanks, and she didn't think it was impolite for the other party to say goodbye without saying goodbye... Even, the other party borrowed an umbrella that could no longer be used, and she was also with her. His hasty departure was just to avoid leaving too many traces that might involve her in disputes.

So it became a short episode that only existed in the memory of the two parties. Cheng sandwiched the two ticket stubs in the book as usual, and continued to live a peaceful and stable life... She had already learned how to maintain the relationship between the breakpoint and the breakpoint. Her little stubbornness, after all, if you are always worried that the world will be completely overturned in the next second, then you will not be able to have even a moment of peace.

She has a not-too-busy clerical job, and in her spare time, she often goes to the square in the historic center and spends time in the surrounding cafes or bookstores.

On a holiday about a full season later, Cheng went there as usual, and she took a book and sat down at the window seat of her favorite cafe—the noise that could be heard from this seat was just right, she raised her head, and You can see the fountain square, reach out to hold the children splashing water, street painters and young lovers feeding pigeons.

For her, this was the landscape she was getting used to.

As for Bai Lan, the last time he came here was when he was just drawn into this strange space.

He stayed in this time and space for a long time.

Even so, apart from the main world to which he belonged, this was not the place where he stayed the longest, but the difference between them was obvious.From the day he crashed here, things started to slip out of his control.

During the so-called time trapped in this world, he was not just annoyed in vain - after leaving that rainy night, he patiently, calmly and gracefully found himself as a hunter on the chessboard step by step s position.And now, in a new season, he's got everything in order, and his original enemy can no longer be his opponent.

This result was also within his expectations.

After all, Bai Lan.Jesso has never failed.

He was very interested in the novelty and surprise he was experiencing, so he was not in a hurry to return to the original time and space immediately, but when he found that there was no opponent who could stand with him in the chess game, he still felt a little dull.

He knew exactly what was going to happen, the same thing had happened many times before, in many similar and very different worlds.

So he came here, passed by many people in the square, and shared the same excitement with them, but unlike the people who specially came to spend the holiday, Bai Lan's purpose was to leave here... He was looking for time and space gaps to leave behind. residual fluctuations and cues.

When passing by the central fountain pool, Bai Lan turned his head with a feeling. He didn't find the way back, but through the water beams that rose up and scattered like pearls rolling down from a dendrobium, through the glass window of the coffee shop , he saw the soft and beautiful profile of a woman that was still vivid in his memory.

It was a coincidence that no one expected.

The moment his eyes touched her, something in his heart was quietly awakened, and Bai Lan suddenly had a strange impulse.

He should go to her.

After all this time had passed, what was to be said to her without seeming presumptuous?

Although at least compared to the first time I met, the current self looks more decent, but...

Bai Lan was thinking in the way of an Italian man.

Where do you go to get enough fresh flowers to match a lady?

He couldn't find the flower shop, but Bai Lan found a street painter painting on the square facing the window.After thinking for a while, he walked towards the other party.

"please forgive……"

The painter raised his head and looked at the person who came. From the person's suit and leather shoes, as well as his appearance and temperament, he judged that this was a good deal.

"I think we can just see the coffee shop here." Bai Lan looked over and smiled, "I can see the customers by the window."

The painters looked away together, there was only one customer sitting there, and then he suddenly realized.

"Would you like to buy a portrait of that beautiful lady sitting by the window?"

"Do not."

Bai Lan replied.

"I want to buy your painting supplies."

As a single young woman, Chung has been approached here in various ways, most of which are politely asked if there is a seat next to her, or simply flowers and another cup of coffee.

But it's the first time something like this has happened.

When the waiter handed her the gently folded drawing paper, Cheng couldn't help being a little surprised.

She opened it along the creases and found that it was a painting of a woman's peaceful profile looking at a book.

The painter seemed worried that she would leave at any time, so the handling of the lines was not very detailed, but this did not prevent her from recognizing that it was herself.

There was a smile in Cheng's eyes.

Her gaze moved down, and she saw a line of wet ink in the blank space.

— Thank you for your generosity.

She immediately found the faint handwriting coming through from the back, so Cheng turned the drawing paper, and then she saw the other half of the sentence that was not finished.

——For, you no longer mean your eyes to me.

At this moment, someone walked up to her, Cheng raised her eyes, and before seeing the other person's face clearly, she heard his soft and gentle voice.

"good afternoon."

"Are you asleep again?"

Cheng asked worriedly to Bai Lan who was rubbing her eyes.

"You seem to have been sleeping a little too much at school recently... Could it be hypoglycemia?"

"I'm fine, I just know the continuation of the dream...Cheng."

Before Cheng continued to question his strange reason, he said suddenly.

"If you walked into a coffee shop, where would you like to sit?"

Cheng gave his answer almost without thinking.

"Probably by the window."

"Sure enough."

Bai Lan laughed and whispered.

"It's true that you are right..."

"What's the matter?" She frowned in confusion, "What does the follow-up of the dream mean... Could it be that you were attacked by an illusionist?"

"No, like you said to me, even a movie makes people want to know what the ending is..."

Brandon paused.

It wasn't a dream, nor a movie, it was something that actually happened, but for Cheng in front of her, that was already the last round of world tour she didn't know about... In a sense, this is farther away than the previous life .

"Only I remember, it seems unfair..."

Realizing this, Bai Lan buried her face in her arms and said sullenly.

"I think I'll have to sleep on..."

"No, you slept too much..."

"When I was awake, I could only occasionally see one or two fragments and scene projections. Only after I fell asleep, the memory would be fully presented to me... I said something incomprehensible again, didn't I?"

He raised his chin slightly, and looked at Cheng with purple eyes that were hard to deny.

"When I finish reading the whole story, I'll tell it to you, and before I wake up from the next dream..." he asked, "Can you stay with me?"

"..."

Cheng sat down beside him.

From the first time they met, she thought that the other party was a person full of secrets... Bai Lan seemed to know everything and didn't care about anything.

But sometimes, like now, he would turn into a childlike pure person in front of himself.

It's not that she doesn't know that the clearer the water, the more difficult it is to measure its depth.

But some requests are always difficult for Cheng to refuse, especially when the other party only asks for a simple and short company.

"it is good."

So she promised softly.

"I'll be here until you wake up."

Cheng could tell that Bai Lan had rushed to the appointment that day, and when he arrived, he was still slightly out of breath, which was quite rare for him.

But having said that, the holiday meeting between the two that lasted for a while may not be called a promise... Always Cheng stayed here, and then Bai Lan found her, that's all.

"Have you waited for a long time?"

Bai Lan sat down at the other end of the bench, keeping an arm's distance between the two of them gracefully.

"Are you sure I'm waiting for you?" She smiled slightly, "Maybe it's just a coincidence... although the number of coincidences seems to be a little bit more."

"I was negligent because of my anxiety."

The white-haired young man couldn't help laughing because of this sentence.

"I'm the one who disguised it as a coincidence... You know, I also want to look more comfortable with myself."

"anyway."

She turned her eyes gently, she accepted the sweetness and charm hidden in the words of the men in this country like a kind of social etiquette, whether true or false, so there was not much shyness and panic in her eyes.

"It's still nice to see that you seem to have gotten out of the way."

Just as Bai Lan was about to respond, the bell tower next to the church not far away suddenly sounded a thick and heavy bell. The pigeons pacing in the square were startled, and flocks of birds fluttered their wings and flew towards them. Getting up, when the pigeons that were pulled too low in their flight trajectory were about to brush off Cheng's hair, Bai Lan pulled her into her arms, and the raised coat well isolated the small commotion.

"Feel sorry……"

While Bai Lan was talking, she slowly let go of her arms around the other's shoulders, but before he could apologize for the accidental physical contact just now, Cheng interrupted him hastily.

"This is... blood?"

She maintained the posture of lying in the opponent's arms, looked down at the traces oozing from the young man's waist, and her voice was a little anxious.

"You are hurt?"

"It doesn't matter, it has been properly dealt with before coming."

He leaned down, hugged the woman who was petite compared to him, and whispered in her ear.

"It's just that I walked too fast, and it cracked a little..."

Cheng raised his head.

"you--"

"However, the wind here seems to be a bit too cold for me now."

Bai Lan twitched the corner of her mouth, revealing her true purpose cunningly and veiledly.

"If you don't object, can I bother you at your place today, Miss Cheng?"

Cheng put the steaming hot honey tea in front of Bai Lan, and then kept watching him with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

Bai Lan raised the teacup and experienced for a while the fragrance of honey sending warmth from the stomach to the limbs. After the whole body was warmed and relaxed, he asked with a smile.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Why did you get hurt like this?"

she says.

"Hmm... because of some work problems?"

His tone sounded like he had typed up an extra document in the clerical room.

"Although it is not impossible to end the business in a safer and more prudent manner, but..."

"but?"

"But I want to see you sooner." Bai Lan said briskly, "On balance, I think there is nothing wrong with paying a small price.

Cheng stared at him with clear and peaceful eyes.

"Is this the truth?"

Bai Lan looked at her frankly, without any trace of self-disguise.

"Yes," he said, "at most a little more to win your attention and affection."

"Although we haven't known each other for a long time, I don't think you are bad at thinking carefully. I guess, if you are willing, there are very few people who can surpass you in this regard."

Cheng sighed.

"Because of this, this is really... an unimaginable willful act."

She turned her back, brewed a new pot of tea, then opened the small cupboard and took out the sugar.

"For you, even your own safety is just a small price?"

While talking to him, Cheng saw a jar of fudge in the cupboard, the kind that might seem too sweet and colorful for an adult.

She has long discovered that this mysterious white-haired young man likes to add a surprising amount of sugar to various hot drinks... Another time, Cheng watched him take out a large check or a gun from his suit pocket. gesture) took out a cotton candy in the shape of a rabbit.

Cheng hesitated for a while, but she guessed that he might not refuse the treat of these cute little desserts... The place where the fudge was placed so deep, she had to tiptoe to reach the transparent and smooth glass jar.

"What do you think determines the weight of the price?"

She heard Bai Lan talking behind her, accompanied by the sound of him getting up from the sofa.

"Miss Cheng, it has nothing to do with what you paid, what matters is what kind of yardstick you use to measure it."

He walked behind Cheng, and when Bai Lan stretched out his hand, Cheng hadn't retracted, and their fingertips inevitably touched in the narrow space.

"For ordinary people, no matter how tortuous and long life is, in the final analysis, it is just a simple axis connecting the starting point to the ending point... Under such a premise, the things people look at most frequently are often just their own shadows .”

As he spoke, he took the glass sugar bowl without difficulty.

"However, what if we could see farther."

Bai Lan looked down at her, while Cheng looked into the depths of his pupils, where there seemed to be hidden shining brilliance.

"If what your footsteps measure is not the axis, but the branches that continue to grow and stretch into the endless future."

"Each new world is born from the collision of extremely small possibilities and possibilities, with vibrations no less than the explosion of a neutron star - if your eyes can record them one by one..."

What strange eyes Cheng was looking at.

It does not believe in all the obstacles that exist in time and space, and does not fear the collapse and fall of the world in it, because it allows all things to rise again like the sun.

"At that point, everything will be ... completely new."

Cheng slightly opened his eyes wide, his expression remained at the moment of surprise, and Bai Lan began to realize that he might have talked too much.

He'd always thought of himself as the one and only, the chosen one, but now he was starting to feel a rare regret.

Because he couldn't show her the world that had been reflected in his eyes.

"Please don't mind."

Bai Lan relaxed, trying to get through the part that might be confusing, while handing the sugar bowl to Cheng...

But she didn't catch it.

The glass container slipped from her hand and shattered with a crisp sound, the colored candy wrappers smearing color on the cracked edges.

"I have seen."

she says.

When Cheng blinked, it seemed as if a drop of water had fallen from the solid ice that had never melted, and hit another piece of silent frozen soil.

It is so silent and gentle that only a small circle of ripples can be seen before the drastic change of the earth.

"In so many different worlds, in so many different lives, the skies always look alike...I've looked at them so many times."

Cheng smiled, with imperceptible sadness.

"When it's so vast that I almost forget who I am."