The anger in his eyes burned brightly, and his temper flare.

"There is no cure—what do they mean by that?"

Gasping for breath, he almost roared in front of Kubišik.

"It's not that the disease can't be cured, it's that those doctors simply don't have the ability to cure it. My mother is not old. Forty-seven is not an age of despair. But when these doctors can't do anything, they say it's incurable. ”

His face was pale, his whole body trembled with excitement, and his overly sharp eyes became more and more aggressive, as if he was forcing the god of death and bargaining with the god of death.

Adolf's mother, Mrs. Clara, was not in good health, and had been in constant need of a doctor a few years ago, especially in recent years. Adolf's family physician was Dr. Bloch, a Jewish doctor known as the "Doctor of the Poor", who was a very good and kind doctor, but even his best efforts to save Mrs. Clara could not save Mrs. Clara.

Last month, Kubyšek had visited Lady Clara, and he was stunned by the sight of Lady Clara lying on the bed, her skinny hands that were so skinny that it was hard to look at.

Everyone could vaguely guess this, but Adolf refused to admit that he was a stubborn fellow, and he always believed that his mother could get well, but until this day......

"Can I help with something......

Looking at the friend in front of him who was venting his anger and emotions, Kubišik was both distressed and pityful, and couldn't help but say.

However, Adolf, who was venting his anger at the moment, did not hear what he said at all, and it was not until he began to pace around the room that he seemed to calm down and suddenly spoke.

"I should have stayed in Linz to take care of my mother's housework. ”

"Are you okay?"

Kubišik asked, knowing that his friend had always disdained such "trivial things." There was silence in the room for a moment, and then a voice rang out.

"When necessary, a person can do anything. ”

His words came to an abrupt end.

......

In the days that followed, Kubyšek thought it was just a spur of the moment, but the friend who had been dismissive of trivial matters seemed to be a real different person after that day. While visiting Adolf's house, Kubišek even saw the Adolf kneeling on the floor. He was wearing a blue apron and was cleaning the kitchen, which looked almost cleaned.

"Kubyszyk, look, how capable Adolf is. ”

Mrs. Clara, who was lying on the bed, said to Kubišek and looked at Adolf with satisfaction.

It's hard to believe that the person who once saw housework as unbearable has now really started to take care of every little thing in the house.

In addition, he showed unprecedented delicacy, carefully selecting his mother's favorite dishes every day, and making them even better than Mrs. Clara's. Mrs. Clara had difficulty getting up, so he fed his mother in small bites, and his tone was so soft that Kubyšek had never seen before.

The fact that the abusive, withdrawn and indifferent guy who was so abusive and unconcerned about the feelings of others could really suppress his irascible temperament for the sake of his mother was unimaginable to Kubyšek, and made him realize that he didn't seem to really understand his only friend.

As if because of Adolf's behavior, Mrs. Clara's face became a little more rosy, and she was even able to walk on the ground occasionally, but everyone could realize that that day was not far off......

The last time Kubišek saw Mrs. Clara was a few months later, on the evening of December 20, when she sat on the bed, Adolf holding her by the shoulders. Because if she sat up, the severe pain would lessen a little.

After a brief greeting, Adolf motioned for Kubyšek to leave, and Kubišek was ready not to disturb the mother and son again.

"Gustav. ”

Then, just before he was about to leave, Mrs. Clara, who was lying on the bed, suddenly beckoned to him. Instead of calling Mr. Kubišek, she called him Gustav like Adolf, a name that had a special meaning for Mrs. Clara, for her eldest son, who had died young, was called Gustav.

He walked to the bed, and Mrs. Clara made Kubischik bow her head, then stretched out her pale, withered hand, took Kubischick's hand, and whispered in his ear.

"After I left, my son and I continued to be good friends...... He has no friends but you. ”

An inexplicable sourness lingered in Kubišek's heart, and Adolf on the side lowered his head and did not speak, he bit his lower lip and answered softly.

"Hmm. ”

The next day, Mrs. Clara died in the early hours of the morning.

......

The funeral was scheduled two days later, on December 23, Christmas Eve, and there were very few people who came to the funeral, except for a few acquaintances of Mrs. Clara and a few neighbors, and the few were even desolate.

Also, after all, Christmas is coming.

Adolf's 11-year-old sister Paula had long since cried, and Adolf restrained herself, but Kubyszyk had never seen Adolf like that, the expression that tried to restrain but could not hide the sadness, it was unspeakable grief, the person he loved the most and the person he loved the most had left this world,

The next morning, when Adolf reappeared in front of Kubysek, he looked very tired, as if even one minute more could break him down. He seemed to be at the end of his rope, his eyes were hollow, and he didn't see a trace of vitality in Kubišik, which he explained was because he hadn't slept all night.

Kubišik's mother asked him where he planned to spend Christmas Eve, and he was silent.

His sister went to his brother-in-law Rabaul's house, but there was always an unhappy relationship between him and Rabaul, and in the end he did not say anything, but refused the invitation of his friend's mother to stay at his home for Christmas, and left alone.

No one knew how Adolf spent that night, and even when Kubišik asked, he simply said that he had spent the night wandering the streets.

On Christmas Eve, which was full of laughter, a man wandered the streets on a snowy night all night. He has no relatives or friends, and no one will welcome him with open arms. For him, the world is hostile and empty.

......

"Come with me, Kubišik. ”

After New Year's Day, Adolf suddenly told Kubišek that he knew about his whimsicality, but he never knew that Adolf actually planned to invite him to study in Vienna with him.

"But ......"

Kubišik was a little hesitant, he was born into a family of home renovators, and his father had always disliked his love of music, and felt that "these broken woods" could not make any money, let alone agree to let him go to Vienna to study.

"You're worried about your father?"

However, Adolf saw through his mind at a glance, and then he snorted coldly, this was his habit, and his inexplicable conceit made him disdain many things.

"Don't worry, I'll go and persuade your father. ”

But Kubišik was a little unconvinced, in his father's eyes, Adolf was a young imp who did not work properly and had no job, and he would not listen to such a little ghost. But the result was far beyond Kubischick's expectations, he didn't know how Adolf persuaded his father, only that in Adolf's tense speech, the stubborn and rude father was really persuaded by Adolf to finally agree to let Kubischek go to Vienna to study.

Of course, at this moment, Kubišik could not understand what kind of far-reaching impact his friend's oratorical ability would have in the future......

......

A few months later.

“......”

Inside the cramped room, it was raining heavily outside the window.

After arriving in Vienna, Kubišik went to the conservatory, and to his surprise, he was accepted as a student at the conservatory, so learning sheet music and playing the piano became his most important things.

Adolf, who was accepted into the Academy of Arts, was busy. Sometimes he used his paintbrush to swing on the easel, and from time to time he raised the brush to correct the position of the painting, and sometimes he read a large number of books, which he read tirelessly, and sometimes he recited his favorite opera.

The two of them live in a shared room, and living together is not bad for the two best friends, except for the financial constraints, it is not bad.

What puzzled Kubišek, however, was that since arriving in Vienna, Adolf seemed to have become more and more irritable, as if something had made him extremely annoyed. The two good friends occasionally quarreled with each other, but after arriving in Vienna, the quarrels between the two seemed to become more and more frequent, and this conflict was ignited by the heavy rain.

Sitting in front of the grand piano, Kubišik plays his sheet music while another tries to recite the opera.

Because of the heavy rain, Adolf couldn't go to Schönbrunn Palace to read, but the two couldn't do it at the same time. Eventually, he yelled at his friends in anger.

"Damn, can you stop playing that big monster. ”

The music stopped abruptly, and Kubišik looked at him a little bewildered, and he didn't know how to face the question of his only best friend, so he could only close the piano silently. Then he thought about it for a moment, found a piece of paper on which he wrote some words, and pasted it on the wall.

"That's our schedule, how to allocate time according to the schedule. ”

Adolf glanced at the timetable, which detailed all the things the two of them had to do in a day, and he snorted coldly, not responding.

After having a timetable, the days seemed to be calmer, and the conflicts between the two were a little less, until one day, Adolf's temper became irritable again.

"In this school, there are too many old civil servants and old bureaucrats with rigid ideas, and there are too many ignorant and mentally handicapped officials. The whole school should be blown up!"

He cried out, his face dark, his mouth closed, his lips almost pale. But there was a twinkle in his eyes. There was a fierce aura in his eyes. It was as if all the hatred was hidden in his piercing eyes.

Kubišik was about to point out that those who had been hastily characterized in his wrath were, after all, his teachers and professors, who had taught him some kind of knowledge. But Adolf struck first.

"They rejected me, they rejected me, they abandoned me!"

There was anger in those hateful eyes.

Kubišek was stunned, it turned out that this was the truth, Adolf was not admitted to the art academy at all.

At this point, the perplexing questions about Adolf were fully answered. Kubišik was silent, not knowing how to reassure his good friend, and asked Adolf if he had told his mother about it.

"What's going on in your head?"

He asked rhetorically.

"How can I let my mother, who is dying, bear this worry?"

The two were silent for a long time. Perhaps at that time, Adolf remembered his mother. Kubišek then tries to bring the conversation back to reality.

"So what now?"

Kubišek asked Adolf.

"What now, what to do...... You're here again, aren't you, what are you going to do?"

He repeated irritably.

This is the kind of question that Adolf must have asked himself countless times, because he must have never talked to anyone about it.

"What now?"

Again, he mocked Kubišek's anxious question, instead of answering it head-on. He sat at a table, surrounded by books.

"What now?"

He picked out an oil lamp, pulled out a book, and began. Kubyszyk had no choice but to take off the timetable that was taped to the closet. He looked up, saw Kubišik's actions, and spoke calmly.

"It doesn't matter. ”