"Oleg, Oleg, Oleg."
'Who … who is calling me?'
'Is it the night of midwinter, or early morning?'
Oleg looked at the swaying shadows of the trees in the dim lake-like light and shadow. Yes, the branches and leaves were covered with thick snow. They suppressed everything, but they were clearly layered.
When he heard the voice calling him, he couldn't help but walk towards the source of the voice.
'Oleg … Oleg … Oleg …'
'I remember, it's Kamala's voice.'
"Kamala." Oleg's footsteps became faster unconsciously … He began to run at full speed — until he pushed aside a bunch of branches pressed down by the snow with his palm.
He saw the place where he was born, the small lake in front of the village where he was born. He seemed to see the past where he played here. He seemed to … no, he saw the familiar back. The long chestnut-red hair hung down her back, and the white dress was so thin.
She was like a fairy in the lake.
In a trance, Oleg suddenly had a kind of palpitation. His legs stepped on the snow, and the snow quickly went over his calves. He was so strong, but he looked so clumsy here.
"Kamala!"
He finally came to the back of this figure and used his hands to wrap around the other person's back. Using all his strength, he pulled her into an embrace that could completely contain her body.
Oleg lowered his head, burying his nose in the woman's long hair. He breathed hard, and every breath seemed so greedy.
"Kamala!"
Every sound was filled with tenderness and reluctance to part.
The woman also lowered her head, putting her face on the back of the man's broad hand, feeling the coldness of the back of the hand. But soon, the coldness was warmed up.
"Oleg, I'm very happy now."
"Me too."
…
…
"Kamala …"
The gravity of the earth's core made Oleg's head droop down. When he opened his eyes, he found himself still in the park, sitting on the swing stool.
A dream.
But it was indeed a long-lost, solid dream that washed away the sorrow in his heart.
Oleg subconsciously looked at his palm, where the feeling of touch seemed to linger. He lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand. He smiled and said, "Goodbye, Kamala."
When he took a deep breath and raised his head again, he felt a kind of motivation being injected into his body again.
After two days and one night of weariness, new strength suddenly gushed out of his body. He stood up from the swing. He was still as tall as an iron tower.
Tall enough to block all of Antonio's sight, tall enough to even lift up the sky of Moscow.
When Oleg was in front of Antonio, he raised his palm and heavily slapped Antonio's face.
The slap was so loud that Antonio's small body couldn't bear it. He was instantly stunned and fell to the ground.
"Stand up." Oleg said expressionlessly.
Antonio covered his face and quickly got up without saying a word.
"Hit me." Oleg suddenly said.
Antonio was stunned. He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, hitting Oleg's stomach with all his strength.
"Use more strength, use more strength! Haven't you eaten for many days? "Oleg snorted coldly.
Antonio, on the other hand, retreated a dozen steps. Then, with a loud shout, he charged at Oleg fiercely … This made Oleg take a small half step back.
But Antonio was also rebounded and fell to the ground again.
He looked up at Oleg, at his father who was still tall, and heard Oleg slowly say, "As a man, if you have any dissatisfaction, just say it. Even if you want to fight with me, it won't be a problem. But choosing to run away from home is not the behavior of a man! Do you understand? "
Antonil nodded.
Oleg said, "I slapped you, and you slapped me. We are even, do you understand?"
"That's not fair! I can't hurt you at all! "Antonio muttered discontentedly.
Oleg smiled, "Then grow up quickly, and wait for the day when you can hurt me."
Antonio made a face.
Oleg touched Antonio's head and shook his head, "How does it feel to run away from home?"
"Great!!"
Antonio rubbed his nose and ran to the front excitedly. "Dad! Let's have a race. Whoever runs home slower will have to do the housework today! "
But he had run out of the park — On the sidewalk on the side of the park, Antonio saw the fading figure and stopped subconsciously.
"I have surpassed you, Antonio!"
That was the voice of Oleg who walked in front of him … Antonio ran two steps, quickly turned around and tried to catch up with Oleg in front of him.
…
"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 a chance encounter. In the future, you will meet a girl you truly love, but whether or not she can become your wife will depend on you to find out for yourself. Maybe you will fail, maybe you will succeed. Remember, you only have one chance. "
"Who gave it to me? Big brother, big brother, big … "
…
…
The fountain in front of the Petrov Theater.
A woman with long chestnut-red hair and wearing a white dress was lowering her head beside the fountain, praying devoutly.
"Sorry to make you wait for so long in the end." The woman looked at Luoqiu who sat on the edge of the fountain and waited for a long time and said apologetically.
Luoqiu looked at the colorful world in front of him and shook his head, "It doesn't matter, I also want to thank you for letting me see so many colors."
"Colors?" Kamala showed a puzzled look.
Luoqiu thought for a while, but shook his head and said, "Nothing, just some of my interests."
Kamala was stunned, and a very light feeling suddenly filled her body — She didn't have a physical body, but this feeling was as real as having a physical body.
Her spiritual body began to rise slowly.
Suddenly.
The man dragged the child's hand and came to the other side of the fountain.
"Aren't you going home? Why did you bring me here? "
"Antonio, if one day you meet the girl you love, you must bring her here. No matter what happens, don't miss it. Do you understand? "
"Well … Although I don't like watching ballet."
"Pray, your mother may be able to hear it."
"Okay." Antonio closed his eyes and put his palms together … Suddenly, Antonio opened his eyes and looked at Oleg, "Dad, I seem to hear mom talking!"
Oleg smiled. He always felt that if it was so efficacious, he should pray every time he came here.
Although he didn't believe it, Oleg squatted down and said, "What did you hear?"
Antonio said, "Thank you."
Oleg was stunned and looked around blankly, "Thank you …"
…
"Thank you, thank you for letting me see the last of it …"
Kamala's figure slowly rose into the air. When her voice echoed in the non-human world, tears fell down along with it.
Behind her, a pair of white wings suddenly opened, bursting out a dazzling brilliance — it shed all the darkness and let everything have its original color.
The front and back of the Grand Theater, as well as the nearby streets, were filled with various colors. Luo Qiu seemed to be in a colorful banquet.
Luoqiu suddenly stood up, obsessively looking at the colorful world brought by the brilliance. He raised his hands as if he was hugging.
"It's so beautiful … It's really, really beautiful."
Kamala's figure gradually turned into a light ball, slowly falling and finally falling between Luoqiu's hands.
"I didn't expect that Miss Kamala's soul is actually an angel. No wonder the value is so high … "Miss Maid stood behind the boss, with a look of admiration and a little surprise.
"Angel?"
Luoqiu shook his head, reluctantly gathering the light ball between his hands and turned around, "No matter what it is, it's enough for me to see this color."
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