【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

In the light red curtains, the sun shines on the man through the hollow pattern.

"That's right, I'm sorry, teacher..." The middle-aged man's hair was still as red as when he was young under the light, "Salaman is here, I'm sorry I didn't have time to ask you for leave."

A boy named Salaman was sitting on a white sofa, holding coffee made by his father himself.

"So, you came here just to see us?" The middle-aged man walked up to him and sat down, patted Salaman's head with his hand, "The big boy is quite dependent."

"Dad, the coffee is delicious." As he spoke, he raised the coffee cup in his hand. The white porcelain cup was beautifully surrounded by gold rims. "Where is Mom?"

"She said she still has things to do, so she went out early in the morning." The divorced man still had an indelible tenderness towards his lover in his eyes.

"You...really divorced?"

He put the cup in his hand on the coffee table and pressed his fists on his knees.

"……yes."

"There is no other way but to do this."

"You are still in love, why are you still... What do you think?"

He wanted to sit up a little bit, and pressed his legs hard so as not to be rude in front of his father.

"Some things can't be solved by falling in love..." The man patted his head again, "Many things...those things you can't decide, and those things that take time..."

Salaman stood up, shook his head to avoid his father's hand, he tightened the scarf he hadn't taken off, put on his coat and walked to the door, he never looked at his father's expression, he knew it without looking, guilt, self-blame , embarrassment, and expecting to understand.

"Are you leaving?"

"Ah..." He didn't know how to answer.

"Maybe."

"Should we say goodbye?"

"I have no idea…"

The not-so-long sinking was interrupted from time to time by the light spots outside the window.

"Speaking of which, you all agree that I live in Verdun by myself..." He also had his own plans in mind.

"If one day, you go looking for me, but I'm nowhere to be found, what will you think?"

His hand was already on the doorknob, and his palm was sweating, but he held it tightly.

"You need to justify your choice to leave."

His fiery red eyes widened, but he still turned his head to meet his father's somewhat brown pupils.

"How do I prove it?"

He expected an answer, but was only given a slight shake of the head.

He opened the door to leave, then closed it softly.

The program-controlled door on the first floor of the community was extremely thick. When he opened it slightly and squeezed through a gap, he was immediately hit by the needle-like cold Auvergne wind. He covered his cheek with one hand and pushed the door open with the other hand.

He was about to leave the residential area along the path, and passed an artificial green forest, one of which was surrounded by layers of branches, with no gaps for sunlight to pass through, it looked extremely cold, and there was also messy snow under the trees.

Verdun, the neighborhood where Salaman is located today has a different noise than in the past—only in the Sanlan Udos, the sound of his hearing is so good that the sound of packing his luggage is amplified and absorbed into his ears through the reflection of the wall.

He heard the panting at the door, and the familiar human smell.

Accustomed to bare feet, he went to open the door.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Before it was my turn to ask a question, the other party asked the question first, and Shelan Udos was not annoyed, but just nodded calmly.

"This is different from what was agreed that day." He grasped the hand of this boy who looked thinner than himself. The hand of the man who had just been baptized by the cold wind obviously couldn't warm another pair of hands whose blood had stopped circulating long ago.

"We're leaving together."

"I changed my mind."

"why?"

Shelan Udos withdrew his hand and packed his luggage on his own.Salaman followed into the house.

"Why didn't you tell me, huh?"

The boy whose name was mentioned shuddered, and the name that hadn't been mentioned for a long time made him feel awkward...and a little relieved.

"Do you want your parents to post some missing person notices in the streets and alleys when they come to Verdun to see you?"

"Ah... Sure enough, you followed suit."

Salaman thought of those messy snow fields.

"I heard something, enough to support me to change my mind." Shelan Udos nodded without denying it.

"I know your concerns...but I want to prove it to you."

"How do I prove it?"

This is the question Salaman asked his father.

Salaman shook his head, then stood still, stepped on his feet, and decided to walk towards Shelan Udos.

He lowered his head and kissed Shelan Udos's lips, which was different from the kisses he had imagined before. The lips of the real object were a little icy, making him wonder if they would melt after a short kiss.

Salaman let go of this person. Apparently, the other person didn't have much resentment, but he frowned as if he didn't understand the situation. "What does this mean?"

"A promise."

The collision of red and gold, the echo of the sun and golden light.

"Father is right. Some things cannot be decided, and some things take time..."

"My idea is... to bring these two failures together..."

"Shelan Udos Florence, I want to use time to prove these things that we can't decide. Throw things to the test of time..."

"I just want to test a small, probably insignificant thing to you."

Shelan Udos motioned for him to continue.

"In the end, I still hope to use time to test a matter that you and I can decide-let it test whether it is right or wrong for us to leave together. If time wants to help everyone test everything, it will be exhausted. I just want to Can I ask him a little favor..."

Shelan Udos put the last luggage in the box and locked it.

"Click-"

"The last sentence you said proves that you have a talent for comedy. Historical dramas don't seem to be suitable for you."

"Hey, I want to know what you think."

"Come with me."

As he spoke, he walked towards his bedroom, but it was still dark inside, and Salaman walked over in confusion.

He raised his hand and pulled off a piece of cloth that had accumulated some dust, revealing a floor-to-ceiling mirror with little dust.

He stood in front of the mirror, pointed his right hand to his heart, and stroked the chest of the person in the mirror with his left hand.

"I'm not going to say much...but you'd better come and say hello to him first."

"where is he?"

"It's right here." Pale fingers pointed at his own face in the mirror.

"What's the point?"

"That person is not me... It should be said, not the current me."

"As a human being, Siran Udos, he must still be living in another world."

Salaman dubiously walked over and touched the cheek of the person in the mirror. He saw Sheran Udos in the mirror closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled a little.

The person in the mirror opened his eyes and opened his lips——

"Now we can say goodbye."

Salaman did so, kissed the man in the mirror on the forehead, and stood aside.

Shelan Udos stroked the person in the mirror with both hands, outlined the distribution of bones along the spine, and slammed down hard, with a sharp cracking sound that hit Salaman's eardrum.

"I think we can go."

The clouds in the sky still couldn't see through the light.

Verdun, which has been tortured several times, has long since dispersed the blood of wartime.

The rumble of trains came into the city from distant, gloomy tunnels.

The snow was covered with dust, and it fell with the paint that was about to come off, as if there were no bones left.

The golden font on the distorted red notice board is still conspicuous——

——"Verdun"

The curtains were tightly closed in the not-cheap box, but someone was still worried that the remaining sunlight would slip into the box. He lowered his body to escape from the height of the window, and simply lay down on another person's lap to sleep peacefully.

The well-uniformed conductor carefully checked each ticket outside the window not far from them, marked it cleanly, and returned it to the passengers who were about to travel.

There are some old-fashioned formulas in the mouth——

"Sir, you are about to leave Verdun."

Salaman didn't understand why those passengers stretched out their hands to wipe away the tears from their eyes.

"This isn't a farewell."

The golden light lights up in the dark.

"The real farewell is not someone else's turn to tell you. Perhaps unexpectedly, you will find that the word farewell is getting farther and farther away from yourself."

The red Yaoyang just shook his head slightly.

The departure whistle sounded from the distant platform.

The farewell people crowded the platform.

Killing the same kind, accompanied by the other.

Outbound trains head further north.

Leaving the turbid exhaust slowly cooling down.

empty,

only one line left,

dissipate.

"Another kind"

"The outsider and congener"

"ByGame, Game"

"END."