【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

"Salaman, why are you still here?"

The pink-haired girl pushed his shoulder, which pulled Salaman back from the dream.

"Ezra? What's the matter with you?"

"The next class is drama. We should go to the classroom next door. Who knew you were so sleepy." Ezra gave him a blank stare, but Salaman knew that it was not unfriendly, but just the girl's awkward concern .

"Sorry to trouble you, go to class quickly."

Salaman hurriedly packed up the things he was going to take to class, and walked out of the classroom with Ezra.

A gentleman should open the door for ladies. This is the teaching of my father who has not seen him for a long time. Salaman keeps every word of him in his heart, and he will follow it if possible.

"Squeaky" he pushed open the door of the classroom, waited for Ezra to enter the room, then he closed the door and followed.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuto The eruption erupted, and the train started to brake. The sharp sound of tearing the air seemed to distort the space. Before the car stopped, some soldiers lifted the windows and jumped out, rolled to the ground, stood up, and lined up first.

The next train came from behind, and the black dragon could be seen in the distance from a high altitude. The trains were connected together one after another, and they rushed towards their own camp with the screams like needles.

"Woooo-"

There was a steady male voice on the radio, reminding people to arrive at the station and get off in an orderly manner with their luggage, followed by a soft female voice repeating.

The silver-haired young man took out his pocket watch to check the time—few people use pocket watches these days, and some people looked differently, thinking that the user was an elderly man.

But through the lowered top hat, one can clearly see the face of a young man in his 20s without any waves.

Many people blushed again.

"Sir, your ticket."

He held out his hand for the one-way ticket.

After a brief touch, the ticket inspector's hand felt like it was being scalded. Although his hand was not very hot, it was hot enough for a lady who was a little bit admiring.

"It's a one-way ticket from Paris to Verdun. Hello sir, welcome to Verdun." The fair-haired ticket inspector showed a sweet smile.

The young man didn't look at her, just took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and unfolded it with some difficulty with one hand.

He exhaled a long breath of white mist, as if he was relieved, and then walked away on the snow. Some ladies around him sighed that he didn't understand style.

"This is Verdun, never forget." The teacher paused the slides, she was a little excited, and put her hands into fists on the central podium.

“我记得三个时间：1914到1918；1939到1945；还有一个——1916。”

The orange-haired teacher calmed down, and then spoke slowly.

"I have not experienced that period of history, and I am glad that I did not experience it. It was bloody, killing, and the atrocities of a butcher. You should also be grateful that you were not born in that era."

Some children have not recovered from the shock. The teacher looked at them and did not choose to stop talking, "We didn't enjoy any plays in today's drama class. We watched documentaries instead. Combining what we learned in history class, we went home and wrote our own. Simple script, this is your final assignment."

There was a whimper.

Some children protested dissatisfied, and some children who were good at writing nodded arrogantly. Salaman just kept taking notes. He is good at philosophy, but not very good at history, so he needs a lot of time to get a good grade. Record.

Why does he want grades?

Obviously, for the joy of the parents.

So he can learn what he doesn't want to learn, and listen to lessons he doesn't like to listen to.

Today's teacher is Ms. Whiteman, who is Sapp's mother, so the group dare not do anything bad, but Sapp gave Salaman a vicious look when he left, and Salaman chose to turn a blind eye.

A man's shoe soles were stained with some lime powder at the railway station entrance. He paid the fare and found that there were dozens of euro cents left, so he also tipped the driver.

He stood in front of the programmed door and knocked the lime powder on the soles of his shoes, then went upstairs with his luggage.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-"

If someone else had been around, maybe he would have kindly reminded the youth that there was no need to knock so hastily on the door, but there was no one.

Silan Udos is already awake, the lights are never turned on in his house, and he can see and hear everything clearly, so the light is not necessary, only for him.

He heard the long-lost knock on the door, two short ones, three long ones, two short ones, and a long blank.

He puts down one of the crepes - he's actually been studying those French snacks since he woke up, but he won't kill himself to admit it.

With bare feet, he walked on the cold floor. The same temperature on the floor and his feet did not stimulate his nerves that are not sensitive to temperature.

Now he was standing in front of the door, behind which came orderly knocks.

Two short beeps, three long beeps, and two short beeps.

He replied, knocking on the door with his pale knuckles from within.

"Click-"

The golden pupils meet the deep blue of the visitor.

For Silan Udos, this is looking up, but for young people, it is looking down.

But they give people the opposite feeling, turning their eyes against each other, turning everything upside down, no matter black or white.

The silver-haired young man bowed his head to look at his king, which is surrender.

The king of Ultramarine looked up at the obedient attendant, this is being surrendered.

"You're on time, Angel."

The king is calling your name.

"Long wait, Wang...no, sir."

"You still don't want to change your mouth."

Shelan Udos backed away while pushing her hands forward——

Without the obstruction of the door, the dark room was exposed in front of Angel.

Darkness, this is the empire created by the king in front of him. Black threads spread out from the door, grabbing his hands and feet, but he did not escape. To him, this was a welcoming embrace, dark but warm.

He walked into the house, as if he was an incarnate guard. This is the king's territory, and he needs to guard everything.

"Snapped--"

The king turned on the light for him, and the king turned on the light for this human being who lives in the light. This is a gift, but the king closed his eyes tightly, and he doesn't like the light.

then,

"Snapped--"

The guard turned off the light for him, ending the grace.

"Mom, you came back so early today." Salaman gave his mother a hug.

"Son, are you in a good mood today?" The shy boy rarely took the initiative to give his mother a hug.

"That's right." The boy also took the initiative to give a smile.

"Mom, I'm going out to play for a while."

As he said that, he ran back to the house to put down his schoolbag, but he didn't know what to play with. His eyes were on the family photo, and a Rubik's cube was placed next to it.

"Sir, you can go out for a walk now."

Shelan Udos tilted his head, motioning for him to continue.

"It's smoggy today, there's no sun, and it's going to be night soon. It's safe for you to go out for a walk during this time."

Shelan Udos lowered his eyes, the silent room was black, boundless black, what the world outside the house looked like, he only remembered that the lights were dim under the dark blue sky, and some pedestrians walked back and forth quickly. At home, some wear heavy makeup, or are frivolous or arrogant, men reek of alcohol, and women have cheap pungent perfume.

Because of his routine of life, he comes out at night, so the outside world is like "showing the worst side to him" for him.

This is also one of God's punishments. God punished him for his immortality and youth, and wanted his heart to degenerate. But God forgot that he had no heart, but it didn't matter, all that was enough to make him sick.

He got up and went back to the house, wanting to change into a suit of clothes and go out—what was the world like before night?I would like to know.

"I have your clothes hanging in the first closet, you can wear that one."

"Okay." Shelan Udos' voice came through the thick door.

"I'm going to pack my luggage."

"Wait, Angel."

"What's the matter, sir?"

Angel heard the sound of the door slowly opening.

He was naked from the upper body, his skin was so white that it was almost transparent, blood vessels, blue or red, were faintly visible, and the heart was slightly undulating, which was the only proof that he was alive.

He was wearing the black jeans he brought to him. A fashionable white belt was wrapped around his waist, and the button part was held in his hand. He looked at the "weird thing" in his hand with displeasure.

"What's the matter with this thing?"

As he spoke, he shook the part of the iron buckle helplessly.

Salaman sat alone at the entrance of the slide in the public facility and twisted the Rubik's Cube. He hadn't turned it for a long time, and it seemed to be full of rust in anger to prevent himself from twisting it.

The colorful color blocks change positions at the fingertips, fancy but not cumbersome.

He could only put one side together, and was content to do so without the instructions, which he could have had, but it was torn up by Nikuta and thrown into the river.

But Salaman was not angry, because he knew that he couldn't understand the instruction manual, so it was dispensable.

The instruction manual is not necessary for him.

Do you get instructions before you do anything?Through them, you know who your "product" is, whether you are male or female, what your composition is, what kind of path you will take in the future, when you can cry, and how can you make yourself happy?

There is no such thing as a comprehensive and precise instruction manual.

So he had to figure it out on his own, like everyone else.

It took a little effort for him to put the blue side together, which is strange. According to the previous thinking, he would choose to spell the red side.

Blue, his neighbor, Sandraar.

Mysterious, weird, bad-tempered, but somewhat... kind?All in all a weirdo.

He really wanted to know what kind of existence Cendral was. Sometimes he was as solemn and sacred as a statue from the last century, and sometimes he was as ignorant as a newborn.

In short, everything about him is like a riddle, and he wants to solve the riddle but can't do it.

He messed up the Rubik's Cube and wanted to try it again, feeling a little numb in his body. He got up and was going to sit on the slide and hold his hands to fight.

But someone took his place.

"——!" He was so frightened that he threw the Rubik's Cube out.

"You surprise me every time you appear, Mr. Sandral."

Shelan Udos didn't know when he sat there and watched him solve the Rubik's Cube. There was no sound of footsteps or wind. It must be very convenient for such a person to kill people, because no one will notice him.

kill?

He shook his head as if to drop the whole bad idea.

"What is this?" He quickly got up, jumped down, grabbed the Rubik's Cube in the air, and then landed, printing two footprints on the snow—no sound.

He can be familiar with any kind of cold weapon and firearm from two centuries, but he is not familiar with an ordinary toy, no matter where he is, there is no short-term stability for him to go to the toy store or with other children to see Look and play with those little toys.

"This? It's a Rubik's Cube."

"Is he a toy?"

"Yes, haven't you played it?"

"..."

"No." Shelan Udos threw the Rubik's Cube to Salaman, and he caught it, which was not easy.

"Then let me teach you how to play?"

"......Can."

Salaman sat down next to him, and patted the open space beside him, motioning for Sandraar to sit next to him.

He didn't refuse, just sat there.

"That's it, turn the same color block to one side." As he spoke, he twisted the Rubik's cube skillfully, this time without too much effort.

"Red."

"What did you say?" Shelan Udos put his hand on Salaman's - it was bitingly cold.

"I said I want to see you spell red, spell it for me."

"Okay." He messed up the half-assembled blue side, and started to spell the red side instead.

"Okay, like this."

Silan Udos took the Rubik's Cube and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

"Just play like this?"

"No, you have to put together all six sides."

"Show me the puzzle."

"Sorry, I can only fight one side."

"...No, you don't need to apologize."

Because the reunion on one side is a luxury for me.

"I can lend it to you." Saying that, Salaman pushed away the hand that returned the Rubik's Cube to him. The temperature was still very low. Isn't this person cold?

"I won't necessarily be here tomorrow."

"Then lend you a few more days until next Monday."

Salaman got up and went home without waiting for him to speak. He didn't want to hear Sandral's refusal. He was a little afraid that words like "no" and "forget it" would come out of his mouth.

"I'll go back first, good night, Mr. Sandral."

Shelan Udos raised his head, only to realize that the sky had already turned off the lights, and it was now a moonless night.

He looked at the Rubik's Cube in his hand and twisted it, feeling novel.Then he walked "home" along the footsteps left by Salaman, which was one of the things he hadn't done before.

Snow broke through the clouds the next day.

It was the weekend, but Salaman got up very early, I don't know why.

Feeling something guiding him, he dressed and hurried outside.

The Rubik's Cube on the slide was almost buried in the snow, so he walked over and dusted off the snow.

The six designs and colors are neatly put together without any deviation.

There is a person who has never seen the Rubik's Cube, and has never seen the original appearance of the Rubik's Cube.

Someone solved the Rubik's Cube without an instruction manual.

That Rubik's Cube is Salaman's Rubik's Cube.

It wasn't Salaman who spelled it.

It's Cendral,

No, it's Shelan Udos.

------------TBC------------