Star Trek

The boxes of butter cookies in the bags were pulled out and inspected until they were sure they hadn't been destroyed, before being relieved. Keenser's creed is that the butter cookie is above all else, which is exactly the same as Scotty's life philosophy that the sandwich is justice.

Kirk wrinkled his nose, the dampness still evident even with the mixture of smoke and alcohol: "Is it raining?" and Keenser nodded. Kirk handed him the tissue, and the bar was still buzzing, with no view of the outside world at all.

Another reason he hates spring: too much rain.

By the time he got off work, the rain was out of control, pouring down from the deep invisible night sky, the streets were empty at three o'clock in the morning, only the sound of raindrops falling, he enjoyed this kind of wanton silence and loneliness on weekdays, but When the rain curtain almost covered the view, it still looked a bit eerie.

Kirk walked quickly to the park where the car was parked under an umbrella. There was no wind at night, but the rain was too heavy. It dripped down along the edge of the umbrella, and some seeped into his clothes, and soon his trousers and cuffs were all beaten wet.In the middle of spring, the temperature in the middle of the night is still very low, and the cloth is wet and cold tightly attached to the skin. He hates this feeling of being bound, but he can't break free no matter what.

When he passed by the street shop, he caught a glimpse of a blurred figure outside the rain curtain. It was so late, and there were still people wandering outside? Kirk approached with an umbrella, and found that it was a young man about his height, and behind him were several bags of supermarket items on the rain-spreading ground.The shops were all closed, there were almost no cars on the road, and even the light of the street lamps was washed away by the rain. He stood under the porch, looking out helplessly.

Kirk approached him, put away the umbrella and shook it: "Hey, do you need a ride?"

The other party obviously didn't expect someone to pass by at this time, startled, and turned to him blankly.

Kirk explained: "I see you are here alone... without an umbrella? You can't get a taxi at this time."

The young man muttered: "...Indeed."

"I'll take it to you."

"But……"

"It's okay, it won't be troublesome. Otherwise, you plan to stay here until the rain stops? It may be tomorrow morning. You wait for me, I will go to the opposite park to pick up the car, and I will be right back."

"...Okay. Thank you, sir."

Kirk didn't think much, reopened the umbrella and hurried back into the rain.After 10 minutes, he drove back to the shop. The weather and time really made it a waste of time, and it was not all because of the rainy night. He felt that his eyesight seemed to be weakened; but in the end he stopped at the shop. Beside the only figure standing.He gave up his umbrella, ran down in the rain to help the stranger throw things into the trunk, and then opened the co-pilot's door: "Come on."

The movement of his left hand on his forehead didn't really stop the rain from getting into his eyes, and Kirk didn't realize until he got back in the driver's seat that the young man hadn't moved.He poked his head out, feeling a little irritated in his heart, if the other party suddenly changed his mind at this time - "What's wrong?"

The young man bit his lip and hesitated for a few seconds, stretched out his hand helplessly and dangled in the void in front of him, then carefully sold his left foot on the ground and stepped down the low steps.Then the right foot.The dark rainwater poured down on him, he shivered for a moment from the sudden impact, wiped off the continuous rainwater on his face and blinked blankly. Kirk's open car door was there, but he wasn't heading in the right direction.

The anxious words stopped on the tip of their tongues, and the coolness and crampedness of the rainy night caught them. At this moment, Kirk suddenly understood the person's previous hesitation, and then belatedly realized this should be obvious problem——

He can't see.

34. 【Spirk/Chulu】Lonely Festival

They exchanged a little bit of the most basic information.The young man's name was Danny, and he didn't give him a last name, so Kirk just gave him his first name out of courtesy. Danny reported an address, Kirk had been there, not too far from here, but it was not so easy to find late at night when it was raining heavily.He turned on the car music, and Zséda's Ajtókmgtt's voice was hidden behind the rhythmic faint drumbeat.This is his latest favorite.The Hungarian female voice slowly spread in the small carriage.

lelabn, acsókjafullaszt (to embrace sin, to perish in its kiss)

It's been a long night, just the two of them on the street, and Kirk thinks maybe they could talk.He loves to make friends, and this rainy night hitchhiker is such a good way to start a friendship.

"How did you get to this point?"

"Night Reading Salon, it was supposed to end at 01:30, but I was fascinated for a while..."

Kirk nodded, expressing deep understanding.He also loves paper books. He can lie on the sofa and watch them all day without moving. Continuous reading can bring him better pleasure than sex.He imagined a group of people rubbing the raised Braille on the page in the aroma of coffee and warm light. They were also reading, but they mobilized more senses than ordinary people.Then he realized that Danny couldn't see him nodding, and cleared his throat, the sound of the windshield wipers drowning out the singing: "I work for Enterprise as a bartender. What about you?"

"I'm... at home, nothing to do." Danny spread his hands, "You know, I'm not very...convenient."

"your eyes……"

"intrinsic."

"Have you seen it?"

"Hmm. It's useless, but I can feel some light. But I've gotten used to it a long time ago. After all, I haven't seen it before, so I don't want it so much."

Danny answered lightly, as if he had answered this question thousands of times.Maybe he did.But Kirk was hearing it for the first time, and it was the rehearsed answer that stuck in his throat—the lukewarm numbness was far scarier than the deep despair.A phoenix bathed in fire can achieve nirvana, while a frog boiled in warm water can only lead to the only end of death.

"do you live alone?"

"...Yes." Danny hesitated for a moment, but quickly returned to normal, "Occasionally I will hire some volunteers or pay someone to take care of my daily life. The life of the disabled is actually not that difficult. How about you? "

"I share a room with a college student."

"What kind of person is it?"

Kirk thought about Sulu for a few seconds: "It's an oriental, you know, orientals are always mysterious. He's very funny, 22 is the best time, young energy is unmatched. But he has recently fallen into Relationship problems, poor boy. Are you single?"

"Of course." Danny's voice was steady, neither impatient nor irritable, "Who would love a blind man?"

"I'm not blind, and no one loves me." Kirk's answer is very true, "I don't know how to love, and the relationship is too difficult for me. If the definition of disability is the lack of certain aspects In terms of ability...I'm probably a disabled person in terms of relationships."

Danny chuckled at his answer. Kirk turned to look at him, who was facing straight ahead with a soft side profile, and the flickering light and shadow of the car lights cut the edges of his silhouette sharply and beautifully.He is a very good-looking man, but he made some remarks with a stranger on such a lonely rainy night.As corny as it was, Kirk couldn't help feeling that God wasn't that fair.

Monnd: miért turné (tell me, why fly away?)

"Just send it here."

Arriving at the place Danny mentioned earlier, Kirk's car stopped, the rain weakened a little, the silhouette of the night gradually became clear, and there were no obvious residential buildings nearby, but Danny insisted on getting off here.

"I'll take you in."

"It's ok."

"But your eyes..."

"It's okay, I will find a way to lie on my big soft bed." Danny said.His voice is gentle and his tone is soft, but he is so stubborn that there is no turning back.

Kirk hesitated, each family had their own affairs, but he still didn't insist on forcing him to do anything.He got out of the car, lifted Danny's things, and gave him the umbrella.He waited by the car, while the cool rain seeped into his collar that hadn't dried yet, watching Danny's staggering back melt into the night little by little.

Danny was his age, but Kirk thought he was more than a little younger than he looked.One does not grow old easily if one is not burdened with too many gloomy burdens or old secrets.He knew that life might not be easy for a person born blind, but he guessed that Danny was still the luckier one than himself.What kind of decayed and dilapidated interior is wrapped under the bright, young and attractive skin, no one will know unless it is told.

miértnemfelejtanyár. (You can't forget that summer.)

He got back in the car, turned off the wipers and lights, turned up the music volume, closed his eyes and leaned back.The dense rain covered the car window glass again, allowing myself to be immersed in the two voices that filled my eardrums.

He didn't want to forget either, but he couldn't.

He can't.

He groped for the handrail and went up the stairs, the trail of water winding his way behind him.He took out the key and familiarized himself with the way, pressed the protruding lines around the door lock, opened the door, and threw in two large bags of rain-soaked things. Even though it was not necessary, he habitually turned on the light, and the blurred light flickered in front of his eyes.He changed his shoes,