[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Eric never thought that one day he would have a strong interest in a person's past. He was eager and reluctant. He stared closely at the blond girl, at the corners of her crooked eyes, and The upward arc of the corner of her mouth watched her friend trot forward and rub her overly brilliant blond hair.

The sun is the most dazzling when it clears up after the snow. The snow covered the pointed roofs reflected the sun into colorful light spots, which danced lightly on his eyelashes. He stared at her and his friends as they left the long road. In the corridor, his eyes never left for a moment, until they completely disappeared before his eyes.

He seems to have heard a few intermittent sounds of Scottish bagpipes, but it seems that there is no sound. The owl flew under the eaves, flapping its wings to blow off a piece of snow on the eaves, and there was a faint sound from the snow-covered spire Bells, one after another, echoed in his ears.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled the tactile sensation of the blond hair flowing down from his bare chest, soft and itchy. The owner of the blond hair was lying on him, blowing on his chest, The breath is soft, with a sweet wine aroma.

He stood in this corridor, and he didn't know how long he stood before he lifted his feet and walked forward.

Claire.

He remembered the name.

After he walked a few steps, the gloomy castle corridor gradually distorted, and a deep red gradually climbed into his field of vision. dark blue night.

It was the Moon Valley in Jordan. Although he had never been to this place, he didn't feel any strangeness when he saw the majestic and magnificent red river valley. He stood in the long red sand and waited for a while, waiting to wear it Claire in a turban, sitting on a camel, laughing and talking to her companions.

At this time, she looked more mature than before. She hugged the hump in front of her, and seemed to be talking about something she was interested in. Her expression was a little joyful, full of youthful vigor.

Eric stood aside, watching the caravan of camels slowly moving forward in the valley, and Claire passed in front of him. The long red sand obliterated the figures of people and camels.

Later, as he moved forward, he saw Claire in his 20s lying in the swamp in a dirty short-sleeved shirt waiting for magical creatures to appear, and he also saw Claire in his 20s fishing for piranhas on a boat in the Amazon River. He seems to be watching a movie, watching a girl grow up slowly, gradually become outstanding and confident, the difference is that when watching movies, he often falls asleep, because the characters in the play have nothing to do with him, but When looking at Claire, he was very serious, as if he was looking at the tattoo pattern that was about to be branded on his body.

Finally he came to Krakow.

This is a Polish city with a considerable history. It used to be the center of Central European trade in the Middle Ages. In the [-]th century, the city became more famous because next to it, the Nazis built the largest concentration camp, Auschwitz.

That's where Eric's days of huddling in the darkness began.

He has complicated feelings about this city. No matter which street he is standing on, he can easily tell from which direction the black smoke from the crematorium in Auschwitz once rose from, even though it is no longer here. It is a very famous tourist city. Those red pointed roofs are fully bathed in the midsummer sunshine, and the window sills of every household are filled with flowers. It seems that as long as there are more flowers, you will not be able to smell those old carrion corpses. taste.

Eric stood in the alley outside the hustle and bustle, in a daze, he remembered that he had indeed stayed in Krakow in midsummer in July. The time was neither too long nor too short. Every hidden alley in Cove has also sat in a crowded place such as the central square.

He didn't come to Krakow for tourism, but to find an old mutant friend.

That old friend seemed to have turned down his offer to rebuild the fraternity together.

What about after that?

Why then did he stay in Krakow for so many days?

He was standing in this alley, and because of this problem, he was in a trance.

Yes, it was such an illogical question. After the heavy rain, he had more and more doubts about what he did. To be precise, he did many things that did not conform to his original ideas.

He took a step in a daze, and then heard a familiar meow.

He turned his head sideways and saw a black cat hiding under the eaves in the forked alley.

It was the black cat standing on the windowsill that brought him to this place full of Claire's memories!

He stopped and looked at the black cat sitting at the end of the alley. The black cat opened its golden pupils and looked around anxiously. It stood up and took a light step towards the entrance of the alley.

At this time, Eric heard muffled footsteps coming from his own voice. He turned his head and saw a tall man. The moment Ke saw the other person, he was sure that this person was himself.

In July, it happened to be myself in Krakow.

He saw that he stopped when he passed the alley, lowered his head, and met the black cat looking up at him, then slowly squatted down, and took out a colored feather hanging from his coat pocket. bell.It was very easy for him to control a metal bell, even without waving his hand, the bell was already shaking with its feathers, causing the black cat to stare closely, and stretched out its front paws to pull it from time to time.

In Eric's memory, he had never met such a black cat in July, let alone stopped to play with it.

When he was a child, his family had a cat. He and his sister were very precious. Every morning, they would get up early and rush to the pier of the Elbe River. When the fish market opened, they would grab the freshest fish and cook it at home. Feed the kittens.It's just that during the crystal night, the Jews in Germany lost too many houses, jobs, property, and their homeland. In addition to these, he also lost a cat.

He could understand himself who suddenly became interested in wild cats on the roadside.

Suddenly, he heard a rush of footsteps coming from behind him, and he saw himself pursing his lips in his memory, as if he was a little impatient, the bell floating in mid-air suddenly shook violently, and then slammed into the back, his eyes Following the movement of the bell, a green light hit the bell, wrapped the bell, and fell to the other side.

The bell made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground, and the colorful feathers trembled, together with Eric's chest that was already packed with unspeakable emotions and difficult to breathe.

He turned his head and saw Claire in a black windbreaker.

At this time, Claire was completely different from when she was a student. Although she still had the same facial features, her stature was a little taller. The wide black robe could not conceal her slender figure. She looked like a fully mature flower. , Bright and moving.

The blond woman lying on his chest in his vague memory raised her head, revealing a beautiful face belonging to a mature woman, her eyes were blurred, and there was still a wave of passion on her cheeks.

"Why did you let me go to the world of ordinary people? Don't come back." She put her hands on his shoulders, propped up her upper body, and showed her extremely beautiful body generously. Her neck and chest were still tight. There were a few hickey marks, even the lower abdomen was not spared. These marks covered her fair skin, and there was a more restless charm.

The self in his memory didn't speak, in fact, he couldn't say anything, he just remembered turning over, pressing her under him, looking at her with eyes like a hungry wolf, then bowed his head, She bit down a shallow tooth mark on her round shoulder, causing her to let out a soft cry, leaving a few faint scratches on his back.

Eric remembered what he was about to say.

He took out the nesting doll, opened layer after layer, and finally in the last nesting doll, he took out the note he wrote before leaving.

"If you go to the world of ordinary people, don't come back. If I see you again, I won't let you go."

He remembered that he was holding an umbrella with her, walking on the streets of the Jewish Quarter, his shoulders were completely drenched by the rain, but there was a joy in his heart that seemed extremely boring in the past; Holding her sick, walking on the streets of Krakow after the rain, stepping on puddles of puddles of puddles, trampled the projection of the city's somewhat lonely night scene in the puddles; he still remembered the last One morning, he hid in the crowd and watched her leave the small hotel with the cat in her arms. She was wearing the pair of red high-heeled shoes he gave her, the long skirt, and her figure were more beautiful than the "Roman Holiday" she said. The heroine here is more like a princess.

Why would he let her go?

Probably because of fear.

Her dream is to return to the life of ordinary people. One day, she will be like those women and leave him without looking back. and go.

in case……

in case……

He clenched his hands in the crowd. If he could meet her again, he would never watch her leave like this time.

In the past, he got it and then lost it, so he developed a fear of getting itself.

But... if, finally, once, he won't lose it again.

He has a lover who can piously give a goodnight kiss every night, a child who is about to be born, and a family member who can protect him and devote his whole life to it.

Eric pushed open the door of memory, stepped over the threshold, and walked into this sweet rococo-style room.

The black cat was sitting obediently on the ground, looking up at him.

"Where is she?" He asked in a calm voice, with a flash of the fiery emotion when magma gushes out in his deep blue eyes.

"I'm going to get her back."

When we meet again, he won't let her go again.

She wants to leave, but he chases after her, whoever takes her away, he kills.