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Ouranoyan is out of prison, and Olya can't wait for the door. He didn't speak, and walked a few quick steps forward, and Olya caught up and asked, "Have you seen my parents?" Are they okay? ”

Ulanoyan said: "I saw it. The situation is not so good, though. He wanted to lie and comfort Olya, but then he told the truth: "Your father, he may not be in good spirits, we need to get him out of prison as soon as possible." ”

Gray birds, skimming the sky. The dim glow fell on the faces of the two young men walking side by side. Olya lowered her head, touched the silver glittering cross on her chest with a small hand, sobbed and cried, and asked, "What should I do?" ”

"We need a lot of money," Uranoyan said. ”

Olya said: "The valuable things in the house have been confiscated, so let's go to my grandfather's house to try it." ”

Ulanoyan asked, "Is your grandfather's house far from here?" ”

Olya said, "Not far. It's just south of the city at Peter's Chapel. ”

Uranoyan knew that the church in the south of the city was a Gothic building with red walls and red tiles, and a big cross standing on the roof. There are several tall old locust trees outside. The church burned down in the 16th century, and the inside is very dilapidated, with only a few paintings left, and few people go to it. He asked Olya, "Is the church open now?" ”

Olya replied, "Well, my grandfather took the lead in donating money to repair it." ”

Ouranoyan didn't know much about religion and didn't talk much. In the evening, when they reached the outskirts of the city, Olya ran to a shop and bought two white candles: "I miss Grandma, she is very kind and a good person." I'm going to see her first. ”

Ouranoyan asked, "Why do you want to buy white candles to see your grandmother?" ”

Olya whispered, "She went to heaven last year. ”

"Huh?" Ouranoyan didn't know how to comfort Olya for a moment, and he touched his head.

Olya looked at the blood-colored sun, and her eyes fell on a green meadow in the distance. Olya walked south. While talking to Ouranoyan about his grandmother. Her grandmother loved her very much. Olya was born with a bad heart, and when she didn't go to school when she was a child, or she was sick, Olya lived with her grandmother. Grandma was a devout Christian, and on weekends, she often took her to church to pray.

On the way to the church, they passed a birch forest. I heard the cold wind rustle and shake along with the dry branches.

Olya looked at Ouranoyan from head to toe, a neat row of thin beards above his plump, red lips. His abs bulged, revealing a sturdy teenage body. Olya saw a cinder on the collar of Uranoyan's white shirt, and gently reached out and removed it.

Ouranoyan looked at Olya. I remember the portrait of her in front of the church that morning: Olia had a pair of ponytails, a white shirt on the top, and leggings on the bottom, and she didn't move, smiling, like a girly version of the Mona Lisa. Ouranoyan looked at her glowing eyes and drew several times. Unsuccessful. He himself was very dissatisfied, and every time Olya wanted to come and see, Ouranoyan would not let him see it, and just crumpled the paper and put it in his pocket. She sat quietly on the long wooden chair in front of the church, the cross on her chest shining brightly, her eyes full of anticipation, fair skin. The quiet expression blends in with the quiet church behind him. Ouranoyan took a deep breath before forcing himself to quiet down.

After the painting was finished, Olya looked at the painting for a long time, with a happy smile on her face. Ouranoyan's tense nerves relaxed. He packed up his paints and paintbrushes and went with Olya to the river outside the church. Haven't arrived yet. Then I heard the rumbling sound of running water. It was raining in Moscow at that time, and a waterfall was formed in the lower reaches of the river, the current was very fast, and white spray was rolling in all directions. Like a huge thunderclap falling from the clouds. Tiny mist, large droplets of water, fell on their faces, on their clothes. The sun in front of the waterfall is just in front of the estuary, and the afterglow is reflected from the surface of the river to the sky, creating colorful arcs, bright golden, dark purple, red, blue, orange, and a slight change.

I didn't expect that happy times are always so short. Ouranoyan sighed, and the two continued their journey south of the city, following a winding path up a hill like a mound, and soon reached a cemetery. Further up, Ouranoyan saw several earthen graves with branches stuck in the middle. Although it was snowing, it was still autumn, and there were some dandelions on the hillside, gray lanceolate leaves, covered with white filamentous hairs, which, when the wind blew, separated and floated in the air, like snowflakes, on the clothes of Ouranoyan and Olya.

Ulanoyan and Olya crossed a belt of wild reeds, and by accident, the middle finger of Ulanoyan's left hand was cut open by the sharp tooth leaves of wild reeds, and blood slowly flowed out. Olya took Uranoyan's hand and lowered her head and pulled out a white handkerchief with a fragrance embroidered with a calla lily. Olya wrapped her handkerchief over the wound that was wrapped around Uranoyan and asked softly, "Are you alright?" Ouranoyan said, "It's okay," he touched, and Olya's slender fingers touched the small warmth of their fingertips.

Passing through the wild reed belt, they came to a grave in front of a tall stone tablet with many names engraved on it. Ouranoyan found the words "Granddaughter Olya" in the last column.

Olya bent down, lit the candle, sprinkled a little water on the grave, and then said to herself, "Grandma, I have come to see you." With that, he put his hands together and prayed for two minutes.

Uranoyan looked at Olya's sad face and guessed that her grandmother was buried here. He also closed his eyes, clasped his wounded hand, and prayed with Olya. After praying, Uranoyan said to Olya, "Your grandmother must be very happy in heaven. ”

When they were going down the mountain together, on the path, there was no one around, and Olya suddenly called out to Uranoyan in front. The two faced each other and were very close. Olya said with a serious face, "Don't move. She held out a hand as if she wanted to give Uranoyan a hug. Uranoyan's heart was beating at an accelerated pace, and since he was a child, he had never been so close to the girl he liked.

"Look, it's a dandelion leaf, stuck in your neck." Olya's small hand, reaching behind Uranoyan's neck, took out a small needle-shaped leaf of a dandelion with thorns on the lower half of the leaf.

"Yes. No wonder I felt a little itchy on my neck just now. Ouranoyan then understood Olya's intentions, and his face turned red again.

"You take off your clothes, there's a lot of stains on the back. I'll take it off for you. Otherwise, you'll get itchy when you go back. Olya said calmly.

Ouranoyan hesitated for a moment, but took off his coat. It was quiet, time passed slowly, and the crows flew out of the jungle, chirping from time to time. Olya took the garment casually, and carefully removed the needle-shaped leaves of the dandelion with thorns on it. Ouranoyan watched the faint sunlight shine on the hair on Olya's forehead, her face flushed, and her breathing was calm and slow.

The simple Uranoyan's heart was very moved, and he thought that if the two of them fell in love, even if it was only for one day, then even if he was allowed to die now, he was willing.

Olya and Ouranoyan went to her grandfather's house together, and Olya said,

Her grandfather's family was rich, and the living room was large, with a piano on the left and a fountain more than a meter high on the right, and a sparkling crystal ball underneath the fountain. A set of sofa rings are enclosed under a white wall, and in the middle of the sofa, a tiger skin is laid on it...... There were two windows facing the door, and about a foot away from the window was a goose-yellow wall with several oil paintings hanging on it. There is a set of blue and white porcelain tea sets, a glass ashtray, next to the ashtray, there is a large goldfish tank, there is half a tank of water in it, the emerald green aquatic plants float on the water, and two goldfish are swimming around under the aquatic plants, she likes goldfish, and she loves to raise fish when she was a child.

But unfortunately, when they reached Olya's grandfather's house, the house was in a mess, as if the wall had been smashed by robbers, and the contents had been torn to the ground by the Bolsheviks, leaving only a dilapidated fish tank, and the water flowed all over the ground, and two goldfish, which had died of thirst, had been dying of thirst. Neighbors told them that Olya's grandfather's factory had also been confiscated.

Desperate, Olya went mad after her parents were hanged, and one night, jumped from the top floor of the school's four-story school building and fell to her death.

That night, after learning of Olya's death, the Shaolin abbot of Ulla after the 80s.

That night, Ouranoyan ran a full thirty laps, like a dog, lying alone on the cold snow of the playground, and he felt that the whole world had been turned upside down: good and evil, beauty and ugliness, truth and falsehood, good and bad, sublime and mean, humble and great, shamelessness and honor, democracy and dictatorship, truth and lies...... A sharp cold wind blew Uranoyan's hair, and the fallen leaves swirled and rustled beside him. The starry sky above him was empty and distant, and he felt the deepest loneliness in the universe. The night was like a huge monster, devouring his emotions little by little. The women who had slept with him flashed in his mind, Colontai, the daughter of the little shopkeeper, and the little daughter of the tailor, they were all so presumptuous, with soft skin, passionate shouts, juices, indulgence and pleasure, all of which were empty now, and every relationship had become an unspeakable and forgettable memory, as well as mental torture.

"Have I ever loved them? Did they ever love me? Ulanoyan asked himself in his heart. He felt that it was difficult for him to love someone normally anymore. However, in this age of sensuality, he still has to exist, like a tiny speck of dust, floating, like a kite with a broken string, drifting. The road of this life is too long, too lonely, until the end, he returns to dust, everything is over, how absurd! Or, this chaotic era in which war is peace, freedom is slavery, ignorance is power, and sex is love, which makes the era of young people schizophrenic end sooner.

In the end, Ouranoyan made a difficult decision: two days later, Lenin was going to come to Moscow University to give a speech, and he was going to assassinate Lenin! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qidian to read. )9