• 2008-Oct-13 - Purely black law
Purely black law
Sit on the sofa, open eyes suddenly, is looking this man who looks pale up and down from head to foot. Suddenly thought him much older, was this just in the past few years?
Leaf through the photo two years ago unintentionally, the forehead was smooth, the face was bright, how on earth did he come over alone during these years?
Overlook another end in a piece of hilltop from a branch road to another branch road, the dog of A of cat of A gets together, seems happy and harmonious.
That is a stretch of very heavy woods, shroud the fog haze remaining throughout the year around, this big log cabin stands in the middle of woods lonelily. Have light, sunshine wear tree crown and fog too, room dark.
He sit at sofa of the middle, move at all in the face of fireplace, fire of fireplace wonder that had gone out for a long time several years ago, full room just he buttocks following the furniture in fact. Floor fall scattered old newspaper in twos and threes, spacious house there is not even a mouse. A spider reads in looking in the room at the gate for several seconds, crawls into the dead leaf and hides while piling hurriedly. What is hidden from?
Whom getting black torrential rain make no adequate defense water, come down, lightning fork ruthless and tyrannical generally, split the branch in the air, inject the earth of the corruption.
The dazzling light illuminated this man's face in wink in the twinkling of an eye, he does not move at all, each lightning flash, he jump out one and the same person of his just, wear the graceful white shirt as him, just like cell division seen under a microscope, under one of biu. The expression terror of the fellow who just separates out, keep the look frightened by the lightning, some round to open eyes, some grit one's teeth, some loud one mouth.
They stroll about in the large room, seem that nothing is happening, someone is supporting the leisurely seeing the rain of windowsill, someone squat in ground fiddling with old newspaper those, someone hold whom fire-tongs mutter to oneself seem to light the fire, but all then a terrific expression, it seems that the head on the shoulder is not one's own.
He sits without moving at all on the sofa, stoic, all these seem to have nothing to do with him.
The rain is still on the bottom, the lightning is still split one by one, lively like the soon bustling with activity country fair in the room.
He sit, stand up suddenly, look sideways one draw back gate, come into forest disappear creakily, even footprint did not leave one.
I do not think all of us can not live long
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