Chapter 279 Morning Runner
Anatoly did not know the purpose of Mr. Sullivan, who gave him a mysterious feeling, in bringing him to this place.
In Anatoly's view, this place was just an ordinary residence - but Sullivan asked him if he had thought of anything after coming here.
Anatole knew that Sullivan was talking about his amnesia.
Anatoly didn't feel like he had forgotten anything - but whether it was from Sullivan's words and deeds, some of the bishop's words, and even the sudden shattering of his cross, his rational analysis allowed him to conclude This conclusion: he really forgot something.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan, I didn't think of anything." Anatoly shook his head.
Sullivan nodded as if as expected, "Not only you, but also the people living near here don't know who originally lived in this house."
Anatole asked curiously: "Who originally lived here?"
Sullivan said slowly: "It's a widower with a ten-year-old child. They must have only left for a few days, because some of the food in the refrigerator is still within its shelf life. It's just..."
Seeing Sullivan pause here, Anatole suddenly became more attentive.
Sullivan looked at the house in front of him with confusion: "We can't find out the whereabouts of the father and son... It's like they have disappeared from the world."
Anatole frowned and said: "If you are just an ordinary person, how could you escape the monastery's spy."
"I'm afraid he's not an ordinary person." Sullivan stared at Anatole thoughtfully.
Don't know if it's an illusion.
At this moment when their eyes met, Anatole seemed to feel some slight... fear from Mr. Sullivan's eyes.
"Anatole, you need to go to the monastery headquarters with me." Sullivan said suddenly.
But Anatole, who had just graduated from the monastery and was just appointed here, seemed very puzzled.
I only heard Sullivan say calmly: "I have many restrictions. I can't use any complete magic here. So I can only go to your monastery, where there are measures to let me release it to my heart's content."
Anatole was startled, because he heard what Sullivan just said was...'you'?
……
The two priests who left didn't know that there was a pair of eyes that was watching them right in front of the door of the house they had been observing.
That was Luo Qiu, who was sitting on a chair in front of the house, scrolling through the screen of his mobile phone - You Ye was not here.
Of course, Luo Qiu didn't mean for her not to be here on purpose. She just woke up early, prepared breakfast, and then went to the supermarket to purchase items.
Luo Qiu no longer lived in the hotel where he first lived. Instead, after Oleg quietly left Moscow with Anton Leer, he quietly moved here as a temporary place to stay.
It's not that the hotel apartment prepared by the maid lady is not good.
It's just that he feels that staying here should be more interesting - for example, the rocking chair in the promenade in front of the door, lying here makes him feel like he doesn't want to move. A hotel apartment doesn't seem to be able to give him this experience.
Here is the remnant taste of happiness from when Kamala was still reborn.
"You."
After the two priests completely left, Luo Qiu looked up at the morning sky - according to human perception, there seemed to be something up there.
But Luo Qiu, who had seen the club's old account books, knew very well that there was nothing in them.
It exists, but not in heaven or on earth.
"Heaven...will take another three years."
Luo Qiu stretched and stood up from the chair.
He put on the earphones of his mobile phone, then gently kicked his shoes, and then jogged out of the road and ran along the road in the community.
Mornings like this are perfect for jogging.
On the way, Luo Qiu met many people who also chose this time to run on the highway. People who like sports seem to be full of passion in their lives.
He met many people who greeted him, men and women of all shapes and sizes. They may be admiring the scenery along the road - in their eyes, what is the color of these scenery?
Luo Qiu didn't know.
He had a concept of color, but all colors seemed to him to be a single hue. They are mixed together randomly, seemingly in order, but also seem to have no order.
The whole world seems to have become a black and white world in cognition.
But he suddenly slowed down, slowly slowed down his pace, and finally came to an old house.
It was a painting painted on the wall of someone's house...it would be more appropriate to say it was graffiti.
Graffiti is not colorful and far less eye-catching than street graffiti. It is not the kind of ironic thing. It can strongly express the graffiti artist's dissatisfaction with society and arouse the resonance of people in society.
It's just a scan of the city outlined simply with black lines on a brown wall - but the city is not drawn to scale.
It is distorted, just like the reflection of the city on a distorting mirror. The straight buildings have become fat and the neat roads have become crooked.
Luo Qiu reached out and touched the wall, and then licked his fingers... It didn't look like it was drawn with charcoal, but more like it was drawn directly with charcoal.
The lines are rough.
"For a while, I would pass by here on purpose every day."
Suddenly, someone spoke behind Luo Qiu. Luo Qiu turned his head and saw a man wearing a mask, a cap and running attire.
Probably middle-aged.
There is a very tough feeling.
Luo Qiu just glanced at it, then raised his head, and took two steps back so that he could take in the entire painting. The middle-aged man running behind him also stopped here at this time, also looking up, quietly. Quietly looking at the twisted Moscow on the wall.
He suddenly said: "This painting is not finished yet."
"Yeah." Luo Qiu nodded.
The man seemed a little regretful and said: "About a year ago? I started jogging around here in the morning, and occasionally I saw a young man painting here. It was still winter, and I was quite impressed. His clothes were very He was thin and looked like a homeless person, but he didn't seem to feel cold at all. All he was holding was a stick of charcoal. When I saw it, a building had already been drawn."
He seemed to be telling a story rarely shared with others...a story shared with strangers.
"I have been observing him for several days. One day I couldn't help walking up and asking him." The man wearing a mask and hat looked at Luo Qiu and seemed to smile, "I asked him, it's so cold. Why don’t you burn the charcoal on your hand to keep warm?”
"What did he say?" Luo Qiu asked casually.
"He didn't answer me." The man shook his head, "But instead he asked me a question: He said, do you have a dream?"
"Dream?" Luo Qiu was thoughtful.
The man nodded casually, "Yes, dreams... To be honest, I don't know if I still have dreams. But later on, I always take some time to jog around here for a while, partly to exercise, and partly to On the other hand... I think I want to see what this guy can endure."
He shook his head: "It's a pity that this painting was not finished in the end, and I haven't met him for a long time. However, I still come here occasionally, thinking that maybe I will meet this guy again and have a good time." Take a look at this unfinished painting here.”
"There's something fascinating about it." Luo Qiu smiled.
The man also said softly: "That's right. Looking at this unfinished and twisted city always gives me some different feelings, as if I am always wary of myself... I can't let myself live in such a twisted city. In the city. Haha, I talked about some boring topics.”
"Nothing." Luo Qiu shook his head.
The man started to trot on the spot. He suddenly reached out and patted Luo Qiu on the shoulder: "Young man, are you Chinese? I have been to this country several times. It is a very good country. However, you can speak Russian so well. Well, you might as well consider staying here to develop. Young people will always have opportunities.”
"It's the same no matter where I stay." Luo Qiu shook his head.
The man was stunned and didn't seem to care about the meaning of this sentence. He nodded and trotted away - but not long after he ran out, a black car followed slowly behind him.
Luo Qiu turned around and looked at the graffiti on the wall.
This is actually a painting Yuri painted. But where he is now is the DeKalb family's manor...perhaps he is greeting Miss Anna, whom he brought back last night.
"Dream."(End of Chapter)