"Oleg, Oleg, Oleg."
Who... who is calling me.
Is it evening in the middle of winter, or is it early morning
Oleg looked at the shadow of the tree swaying in the dim light and shadow like the color of the lake with familiarity and unfamiliarity. By the way, the branches and leaves were covered with thick snow. They keep everything low, but layered.
He heard the voice of calling, and his body couldn't help walking towards the source of the sound.
Oleg... Oleg... Oleg...
Remember, it was Kamala's voice.
"Kamala." Oleg let his steps get faster...and he started running, running at full speed until he pushed aside a bunch of snow-pressed branches with the palm of his hand.
He saw the place where he was born, he saw the small lake in front of the village where he was born, he seemed to see the past where he used to play here, he seemed... no, he saw that familiar figure from the back, the long maroon hair Draped behind, the white dress is so thin.
She is like a fairy in the lake.
In a daze, Oleg suddenly had a heart palpitation. His legs stepped on the snow, and the snow soon covered his calves. He's so strong, but here he looks so clumsy.
"Kamala!"
He finally came to the back of this figure, put his hands around the back of the other person, and hugged her vigorously, with all his strength, into an embrace that could completely contain her body.
Oleg lowered his head, buried his nose completely in the woman's long hair, and breathed hard, every breath seemed so greedy.
"Kamala!"
Every sound seemed so gentle and reluctant.
The woman also lowered her head, and pressed her face against the man's broad back of his hand, feeling the coldness on the back of his hand. But soon, this coldness was warmed up.
"Oleg, I am very happy now."
"Me too."
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"Kama..."
The gravity of the earth made Oleg's head hang down. The moment he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the park, and he was still sitting on the swing bench.
dream.
But it was indeed a long-lost, solid dream that made him wash away the sad dream in his heart.
Oleg looked at his palm subconsciously, the touch seemed to still linger here. He bowed his head and kissed the back of his hand, smiled and said, "Goodbye, Kamala."
When he took a deep breath, regained his energy, and raised his head, a kind of motivation re-injected into his body.
After two days and one night of fatigue, the body suddenly surged with new strength. He stood up from the swing stool, still as tall as an iron tower.
Tall enough to block all of Anton Lier's sight, tall enough to even lift the sky of Moscow.
When Oleg fully walked in front of Anton Lier, he raised his palm and hit Anton Lier hard on the face.
The slap was so loud that Anton Lier's small body couldn't bear it at all, and he was instantly stunned and fell to the ground.
"Stand up." Oleg said blankly.
Anton Lier covered his face and quickly got up without saying a word.
"Hit me." Oleg said suddenly.
Anton Lier was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth or clenched his fist, and hit Oleg in the stomach with all his strength.
"Be stronger, use more strength! Have you not eaten for many days?" Oleg snorted coldly.
On the other hand, Anton Lier retreated more than a dozen steps, then let out a loud shout, and then rushed towards him fiercely... In this way, Oleg took a small step back.
It's just that Anton Lier was also rebounded and fell to the ground again.
He looked up at Oleg, looked at the still tall father, and only heard Oleg slowly said: "As a man, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can just say it, even if you fight with me Question. But choosing to run away from home is not a man's behavior! Do you understand?"
Anton Lier nodded.
Oleg said: "I slapped you, and you slapped me. We're even, you know?"
"It's not fair! I can't hurt you at all!" Anton Lier muttered dissatisfied.
Only then did Oleg smile a little, "Then grow up quickly, and wait for the day you can hurt me."
Anton Lier made a face.
Oleg then touched Anton Lier's head, shook his head and said, "How does it feel to run away from home?"
"Excellent!!"
Anton Lier wiped his nose, ran ahead excitedly, and said, "Dad! Let's compete, whoever runs home slowly will have today's housework!"
But he had already run out of the sidewalk on the side of the park. Anton Lier saw the back that was fading away, and subconsciously stopped.
"I've surpassed you, Anton Lier!"
That was the sound from Oleg walking in front... Anton Lier ran two steps, turned around quickly, and chased after Oleg in front.
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"Why this time..."
"Well, take it as a reward for your honesty... But your love has been sold to me, and there is no way to get it back... But, someone gave you an encounter. In your future life, you will Meet a girl you really like, but whether she can become your wife can only be developed by yourself. Maybe you fail, maybe you succeed. Remember, you only have one chance.”
"Who gave it to me? Big brother, big brother, big..."
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Fountain in front of the Petrov Theater.
A woman with long chestnut red hair and a white dress is bowing her head next to the fountain, praying devoutly.
"Sorry, I still have to make you wait for such a long time." The woman looked at Luo Qiu who was sitting on the edge of the fountain and said apologetically.
Looking at the world full of colors in front of him, Luo Qiu shook his head and said, "It's okay, I also want to thank you for allowing me to see so many colors."
"Color?" Kamala showed a puzzled expression.
After Luo Qiu thought for a while, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just some of my interests."
Kamala was stunned for a moment, a very light feeling suddenly filled her body. She didn't have a body, but this feeling was as real as having a body.
Her spiritual body began to rise slowly.
suddenly.
The man dragged the child's hand to the other side of the fountain.
"Aren't you going to run home? What are you bringing me here for?"
"Anton Lier, if one day you meet the girl you love, you must bring her here. No matter what happens, don't miss it, understand?"
"Well... although I don't like watching ballet."
"Pray, your mother may hear."
"Okay." Anton Lier closed his eyes and clasped his hands...Suddenly, Anton Lier opened his eyes, looked at Oleg and said, "Dad, I seem to have heard my mother!"
Oleg smiled, and always felt that if there was such a miracle, would he have to pray carefully every time he came
Although he didn't quite believe it, Oleg still knelt down and said, "Then what did you hear?"
Anton Lier said, "Thank you."
Oleg was taken aback, and looked around blankly, "Thank you..."
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"Thank you, thank you, let me see at the end..."
Kamara's figure slowly rose into the air, and when her voice echoed in the non-human world, tears also fell down along with it.
Behind her, a pair of pure white wings suddenly opened, bursting out with dazzling brilliance. It faded away all the darkness, and it made everything have its original color.
The front and back of the Grand Theater and the nearby streets were filled with various colors, Luo Qiu seemed to be in a colorful banquet.
Luo Qiu stood up suddenly, staring obsessively at the colorful world brought by the radiance, he raised his hands up, as if embracing.
"It's so beautiful... really, so beautiful."
Kamara's figure gradually turned into a ball of light, falling slowly, and finally landed between Luo Qiu's hands.
"I didn't expect that the body of Miss Kamara's soul is actually an angel. No wonder the value is so high..." The maid standing behind the boss also had a look of admiration and a little surprise.
"Angel?"
Luo Qiu shook his head, reluctantly turned around as if gathering the ball of light between his hands, "No matter what it is, it's enough for me to see this color."
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Happy glass color. (.)