Manhattan's spring/summer and fall/winter are two extremes.

The revival of spring sprouts and the revival of all things echoes the academic atmosphere of the whole city of Manhattan, and the summer thunderstorms and refreshing rain moisten the face of this veiled girl.

However, in late autumn, she completely seems to be a different person, the sky is always gray, like an old man in a gray robe, every day to seal the dust and open the window is the white fog that will never be dispersed.

Under this white mist, the entire landscape of Manhattan is like a gorgeous and colorful oil painting that has been soaked in water, and the colorful colors appear to be distorted and wonderful, and under the overall style of this painting, a corner of the painting paper is revealed.

It's as if a shining pearl is covered with dust at this time.

Feng Chen stood at the window looking at the tall buildings in the distance, he stretched out his hand and lit a cigarette, under the smoke was the delicate and fair face, and his eyes inadvertently showed a trace of vicissitudes, and then extinguished.

The dust of this pearl can't be wiped off, it is the ashes of time with vitality, brought to spring, everything will return to the original, one reincarnation after another, just like life.

For example, today, I am going to attend the funeral of an old guy.

James Howarddeck, a man who likes to study psychology, has dedicated his life to this city, and the bad news came early this morning, and no one expected that in the early hours of the morning, he would die in bed due to heart failure. In fact, Feng Chen discovered that James's heart was not good very early, and he also secretly provided him with a trace of pure plane power, but this was useless, and his heart had reached the end of his life.

A car's engine has worn out so much that it is about to be scrapped, and no matter how much it is repaired, it will not be able to move the whole car forward.

So after Feng Chen received a call from Ms. Tili in the morning, he was silent in the face of the suppressed grief from time to time from inside, and finally only turned into a word.

"Hmm."

Birth, old age, sickness and death, autumn and winter.

Choosing a black suit and pants, wearing black leather shoes, combing the black hair that covered his eyes upside down, revealing a delicate and expressionless face, Feng Chen bought a bouquet of chrysanthemums when passing by the flower shop, and reached out to stop a taxi to the Manhattan City Cemetery.

James is quite accomplished in psychology, his funeral is not grand, but it is very sad, Feng Chen stopped the car by the cemetery, he did not choose to let the car go directly to the destination, after walking a few hundred meters, there was mourning and eulogy in front.

There are about more than 200 people, sitting neatly, James did not believe in any religion during his lifetime, his funeral should be under this naked sky, sealed the dust and quietly walked to the last row, sat down in the extra vacant seat, looked at the gray weather, sniffed with a trace of cold air, he looked at the small box placed in the middle, according to James's last wishes, a fire ended all kinds of life.

"That's in line with the old guy." A smile tugged at the corner of Feng Chen's mouth.

According to the process, Dusty was undoubtedly late by now, an hour ago, James's funeral was going to be held in his room for a final look, but Dusty chose to be late, so let the best side of this guy be in the conversation in the café yesterday morning.

After all, this small box is people's eternal home.

Immediately after the end of the eulogy, the last step was to bury, at this time accompanied by faint sobs and cries, Feng Chen stood aside with the flow of people, a small stone tombstone, engraved with James's name, as well as the approximate life, the date of birth, and an epitaph.

"Don't let the disguise forget your duty."

When it was Feng Chen's turn to put flowers to express his condolences, Feng Chen squatted down and reached out to put the bouquet of chrysanthemums on James's tombstone, he stared at the gray photo on the tombstone, and said secretly:

"James, you look much more handsome younger than you do now."

Then he got up and was about to leave, only to see a black solemn dress, wearing black gauze gloves Tiri standing to the side looking at the tombstone with red eyes, Feng Chen paused slightly, and he walked towards that side.

"Lady Tiri, condolences."

Tiri was looking at her teacher's grave with longing and grief, and a voice came from behind her, she seemed to be a little wooden, and then reached out to wipe her tears, and saw Feng Chen standing behind her and comforting herself.

"Mr. Dust."

Feng Chen reached out and patted her on the shoulder, took out a tissue and handed it to Tiri, and then looked at the tombstone with the same eyes.

Ten minutes later, Tiri's eyes were unfocused, and she muttered with grief, "What kind of world does a person go to when he dies?" ”

"Heaven, hell, or reincarnation." Feng Chen said calmly.

"Will it be lonely?"

"No, Tili, the real death of a person is only true death when it disappears in your memory, I hope you can come out of your grief." Feng Chen sighed and patted Ms. Tili on the shoulder, he said no more, and turned to leave.

Then for five days, the wind was calm, Feng Chen had become accustomed to this kind of routine, went to work in the morning, did his own security work, returned at sunset, took time to go to the café to sit, Ms. Tili came to the news on the second day of the funeral, saying that she was going out to relax, Feng Chen replied with a sentence of "good luck", turned off the mobile phone, and walked back.

Clark has been gone for more than two months, and there are only two people who know his news, one is his mother, Ms. Diane, and the other is himself, Feng Dust is never in a hurry, and the world-class mission is ready for a long time when he enters this world, and now Clark may be looking for the same guy as himself in society, but he knows that he is going to be disappointed.

"Knock knock." Feng Chen was cooking in the kitchen with his apron on, and the computer with the communication account number on the table made the sound of new messages.

Feng Chen walked out with two plates of fried dishes, and after making a pot of tea unhurriedly, he sat down and clicked on the information, and suddenly his eyes flashed brightly.

"Farewell for two months, can you be okay, I'm sending you this message in a bar in Queens, New York, forgive me for not having time to say hello to you when I get home, now I've just finished what I'm doing, I'm getting ready to get off work, I don't know if you have time, there are some things I want to talk to you about."

"This guy ......" Feng Chen smiled, stretched out his hand and typed a few words, "I'm busy, busy eating, don't bother me." ”

Clarke, who was far away in New York, was sitting on the cold street, wearing a gray and somewhat tattered thick coat, his face was calm, but his eyes were a little low, and he saw that his mobile phone was slightly lit up, and when he read the news of the dust, Clark showed a smile and replied:

"Let's get straight to the point, I'm dumped, man."

Feng Chen was sandwiching the dishes, and after seeing this message, he laughed wildly and replied:

"Well, it's normal, you have to get used to it, Clark, after all, you don't have anything worth a girl's life."

Clark stood up, and he heard an angry roar coming from the bar in the distance, and replied with a wry smile:

"Well, I also copied the boss's squid."

Feng Chen, who was sitting at home, raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised, Clark This guy looks a little withdrawn, but he is definitely a scholar-level character, and he is more honest outside, basically never causes trouble, logically speaking, this kind of guy is basically not disgusted by the boss, but there is something wrong in the situation.

So Feng Chen thought about it and replied:

"What's going on?"

Clark looked at the heavy crane in the distance, which was originally five meters high, and at this time turned into a pile of scrap metal, like shredded paper that had been ravaged by violence, his eyes flashed with a hint of happiness and bitterness, and he simply said to Feng Chen.

Feng Chen calmly looked at the news that kept coming, and then he picked up a pot of tea and poured the brewed tea into the cup, and blew lightly with both hands on the cup.

The thing is very simple, Clark found a job as a bar waiter, and fell in love with a bartender girl who was also a waiter, and when the door was about to close today, a wave of guests came, more rude, and kept teasing the girl, and then Clark spoke out to prevent being ridiculed, and the other party poured him with wine, and then he walked out silently, and the girl didn't come out, he was naturally not stupid, it was already very clear, and then told himself that he ruined the things of the guys.

As for how much destruction and how to destroy it, Clark naturally didn't elaborate, but the dust was clear, and it is estimated that the group of guys are now crying and fainting in the toilet, and the guys who eat have been smashed.

"Sealing the dust, am I too kind?"

Feng Chen looked at this sentence and fell silent, for this world, just like Clark's deceased father said, no matter whether Clark is kind or not, he can bring historic changes to this world.

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, it's all very simple, it's all up to you, Feng Chen just knocked down the sentence "No, this has nothing to do with you", he withdrew his hand again, then deleted this sentence, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

He suddenly thought of himself a hundred years ago, he was also so contradictory and confused, resisting on the front line of the abyss, facing all kinds of tragedies, he fantasized about beauty, fantasized about being broken, fantasized about all kinds of things, but most of the mistakes were often caused by lack of ability and stupidity, he was often making choices, but after all, he lived in the fantasy world he once had, until Cyra fell and forcibly woke himself up.

This is the past me, the present me, and the future me.

And now Clark is facing such a choice.

So, Feng Chen raised his hand and said a word.

"Yes, Clark, you're too kind, as I said before, it's not a good thing, it's even stupid."

Clark, who was far away in New York, was slightly stunned when he received the news of sealing the dust, and then Clark's message replied.

"Why?"

"Do you know what I'd do if I were today?"

"I'll break the legs of those idiots, and then let that bitch go, since the other party is looking for trouble first, don't blame me for being ruthless, people respect me a foot, I will be a foot away, Clark, since there has been an incident, a gentle method cannot solve it, the most difficult thing in this world is to hope that the other party understands."

"Because, it's impossible, you know better than me how small the probability is."

Then came the news of the dust sealing.

"Even so, are you comfortable now?"

"Even so......" Clark silently read the sentence sent by Feng Chen, his eyes were clear, he knew very well what this guy was talking about, and a smile appeared on his expressionless face.

"It's uncomfortable."

Feng Chen, who was far away in Manhattan, also showed a hint of a smile, and he gently typed back a few words.

"That's right."