The lights in the house did not go out that night.
Xiaoba looked at the world in black and white through a small gap like when he first entered this family.
It was still looking forward to it, when the professor suddenly came out of the door and said to it: "Come on, Xiaoba!"
It could only vaguely hear the mistress's sad cries.
a whole night......
The next day, Xiaoba did not show up at the professor's funeral.
As usual, it came to the flower pond opposite the station and squatted down. As usual, it watched the early morning train heading into the distance. As usual, it watched the passing crowds, looking for a familiar face.
What is it looking for?
What is it waiting for?
The answer to this question seems meaningless, just like Xiaoba's aimless waiting, which is also meaningless to many people.
But for Xiaoba, this may be the only meaning of his life.
That door where the professor would go in and out every day, people came and went, but the professor never showed up again.
There were bursts of sobs gradually in the theater.
Mu Nanxing and Fang Dongbai, Liang Dong and Wen Qing, Li Zhenye and Yi Lingling...
Even though they had seen it before and cried, but at this time, they still couldn't help it.
But this is just the beginning...
Just like Xiaoba's waiting, it is just the beginning.
This night, heavy snow fell again.
Xiaoba's body was covered with a thick layer of snow.
Everyone is gone, only it is still there, it is still waiting!
The man in the security booth at the train station walked out. He couldn't bear it anymore. He walked towards Xiaoba, squatted down, looked at Xiaoba and said softly: "You don't have to wait anymore, he will never come back."
Xiaoba remained motionless, as if he understood Xiaoba's insistence. The man at the security booth shook his head, gently brushed the snow stains on Xiaoba's body, and said to him: "Okay, whatever you want!"
He knew that Xiaoba might have understood everything a long time ago, but he didn't want to believe it, or he didn't want to accept it.
This is its persistence!
Therefore, he fulfilled it and no longer tried to persuade it, because he knew that it would not listen to him!
At this moment, no matter how hard-hearted a person is, he can't help but burst into tears.
The audience in the theater, at this moment, even forgot to scold the bad director Li Yi. Their eyes were red and they felt terribly uncomfortable, but their eyes were fixed on the big screen, for fear of missing a bit of the scene.
The professor left, and the professor's wife, the hostess, also sadly left this home where there were traces of her and the professor's happiness and sweetness everywhere.
Because without the professor, all that is left here is sadness.
So, she left, leaving this place where only sadness was left!
The professor's daughter took Xiaoba back to her home, but Xiaoba escaped that day.
Only then did the professor's daughter suddenly realize that the little Hachi in front of her was no longer the clingy little guy she once was, nor was he the little guy who only knew how to make mischief. Or maybe, just because there are no professors here, Xiaoba is unwilling to stay.
In the world of black and gray, there are no bright colors. Perhaps in Xiaoba's world, the only bright color is the professor. Without the professor, it is obviously the same color, but it makes people feel more desolate.
It ran panting, through the woods with dead branches and leaves, across the endless fields, and on the rusty train tracks. It returned to the professor who added a lot of color to the black and gray world. s home.
This road will always be remembered and will never be forgotten.
However, this home has changed its owner.
"Are you lost?"
The new owner of this house looked at Xiaoba, just like the first time Xiaoba and the professor met. The man leaned down and asked with a gentle face:
Little one, are you lost?
Unfortunately, he is not a professor!
Although the people in front of him were nice, Xiaoba could no longer tolerate other people in his heart.
So, it ran back to the flower bed opposite the train station, and squatted down obediently as it had agreed with the man. When it got tired, it lay down to rest, but its eyes never left the train and the arriving train. Crowd at the station.
Whenever the train sounds, it will always look expectantly at the door, looking for that figure in the crowd.
It never gives up waiting!
Because this is what they agreed upon!
It stubbornly believes that the professor will definitely come back, for sure!
The professor's daughter took Xiaoba home again. She tried to tie him up, but Xiaoba refused to eat or drink. He was expressing his persistence in his own way.
Looking at Xiaoba's sad eyes, the professor's daughter suddenly understood something. She let go of Xiaoba, opened the closed door, and said to Xiaoba even more choked up: "Maybe I can understand you!"
Xiaoba looked at the professor's daughter as if she was saying her final farewell!
It does not belong here, because there is no professor here, and there is no taste of him, so this is not its home!
It's still the flower bed opposite the train station, and it's still the same squatting posture. The sound of passing trains always cheers up Xiaoba immediately, but the familiar smell is lost in the passing crowd, but everyone knows that it We are always met with disappointment again and again, and the black and white world is desperate and cold.
Xiaoba did not go back to that home because he knew that there was no professor there.
Therefore, at night, when everyone is gone, he will run under the wheels of the abandoned carriage. Whenever the sound of the first train in the morning sounds, he will run from there to the familiar position and continue to wait.
Whether it's windy or rainy, whether it's scorching sun or snowy weather.
It's always there!
always there!
On this day, a snow-white dog passed by the station with her owner, and she walked up to Xiaoba.
The two dogs stared at each other.
Then, the owner of the snow-white dog called it, and it turned around and followed the owner away.
Xiaoba was lying on the flower bed. He didn't envy her at all. He wanted to tell her that I also have a master, but he hasn't appeared for a long time, but I will wait for him.
Keep waiting for him!
One day, two days...
One month, two months...
One year, two years, three years...
People around him have long been accustomed to Xiaoba and regard him as a friend. Everyone is touched by Xiaoba's loyalty, so they often provide him with the food he needs to survive. Even newspapers publish stories about Xiaoba. After eight years of waiting for the news of the master's return, passengers coming and going will habitually say hello to Xiaoba!
However, time has still left traces on Xiaoba's body. It no longer has the flexibility it once had, and walks with a stumbling step. The already dirty hair is getting thinner and thinner. Because it has not been taken care of for a long time, it has lost its former glory. Everything proves one thing...it is old.
The only thing that remains unchanged is its persistence, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons.
Xiaoba is still waiting for someone who seems to never come back!
For a dog, it cannot fathom the distance between life and death, and perhaps it never wants to fathom it.
It only believes that its master will come back, so its life is slowly passing by as time is waiting.
The theater had long been invaded by the mist of tears, and no one could remain calm, no one.
No matter how hard-hearted the person is, they will be melted by Xiaoba's perseverance day after day and year after year.
Maybe some people can't understand why it does this?
Maybe Xiaoba himself doesn't know, he just knows that this is the only thing he can do.
It spends its whole life waiting and guarding its agreement with its master. This may be the only meaning of its life.
A person may have many important and cherished people in his life, but a dog will only have you.
The dog is just a part of your life, but you are its everything.
Therefore, it will spend the only ten years of its life waiting just to see you again.
Many years later, when the hostess who was no longer in her former glory came to the train station, she saw Xiaoba at a glance.
But she could hardly believe that Xiaoba was still waiting.
Xiaoba, that little one is now so old that even squatting feels tired, and even turning around takes a long time.
She walked towards Xiaoba: "You old guy, are you still waiting?"
She sat down next to Xiaoba and said to Xiaoba with a sigh of relief: "Can I wait for the next train with you?"
This may be the only time in ten years that someone is waiting for the same person with it!
The scene changes to the professor's daughter's home. Ten years have passed and the baby has now grown up.
The hostess took the photo album and told her grandson about the past of Xiaoba and the professor.
Under the abandoned carriage, the extremely old Xiaoba lay there quietly.
On that night when the snow was falling and the cold wind was howling, Xiaoba heard the sound of the train moving, and he staggered up from under the carriage.
It walked slowly, slowly towards the train station.
It no longer has a strong posture, and even if it takes a few more steps, it is exhausted and panting.
I don’t know how long it took it, but it finally came to the place where it had been waiting for more than ten years. It was very tired, so it lay down.
Its eyes gradually couldn't open.
When it was dying, it seemed to see the familiar face and figure of the professor appearing in the door, waving at it: "Hey, Xiaoba, Xiaoba, wake up, let's go home!"
It happily jumped into the professor's arms like it had done countless times in the past, feeling his breath and enjoying the pampering he gave. It seemed like it was back to the past, and the scenes with the professor kept switching and flashing. Back.
The fate of the first encounter, the warmth of companionship later, it can hear the familiar voice again, the joy when calling its name, and feel him lovingly rubbing its head and saying: "Good boy!"
Xiaoba left forever on that snowy night.
No, maybe, it finally waited until its owner, the professor, took it away.
All images disappeared.
The childish voice at the beginning sounded: "I never met my grandpa because he left when I was a baby, but when I heard about him and Xiaoba, I felt like I knew him. They taught He taught me what loyalty is and taught me never forget anyone you love! So Xiaoba will always be my hero!"
