【Respect】The Beautiful Future

The faint singing came intermittently from behind the wall, which sounded more like unconscious raving.The guard leaned against the wall and listened casually, but gradually frowned.

Do you only sing this song?But... how could someone sing the song of joy with such a sad feeling.

Footsteps from far to near suddenly sounded in the quiet corridor. The guard quickly put aside his confused thoughts, stood up straight and waited respectfully for the person coming.He bowed to greet him, and with lowered eyes, he saw two pairs of black military boots stopped in front of him one after the other, and then he was tapped twice on the shoulder.

"Thank you," Munakata Retsu's voice sounded, and he ordered with his usual smile, "I have something to talk to the person inside, you can go and rest for a while."

"Yes." The guard saluted and said goodbye, and only turned his head carefully to take a look when he reached the corner.The face of the man who followed the brigadier general into the interrogation room was hidden in the shadow of the lowered brim of his hat. His military uniform outlined his sturdy body, and his hair was bright and flamboyant like a ball of fire.

Zhou Fangzun closed the door of the interrogation room behind him casually, and he raised his eyes to see the person on the opposite side who was locked on the iron chair by the baffle.

Colorless sat on the cold iron chair, his drooping head lifted slightly after hearing the sound, and his purple-red pupils were barren.He was still wearing the same white robe on which a large amount of blood had dried.It was just an ordinary piece of clothing, but they still couldn't take it off Wu Se's body.This thin young man had a deadpan indifferent attitude when everything was searched from him, but when he touched the clothes, he showed a look like a ghost, but no one else was allowed to touch it, as if it was important A thing of life.

Munakata picked up the report on the table, "Sakurai—"

"I didn't call that name a long time ago." Colorless interrupted him coldly.

"Sorry," Munakata put the report back on the table, "Then may I ask your current name?"

"Forget." Wu Se paused before answering, he sighed and said impatiently, "Didn't I tell you everything I want to ask?"

"Excuse me, but those are not what the two of us want to know." Munakata entered the password and cut off the power of the interrogation room. He turned his head to look at Wu Shi, "Dresden Stone."

Colorless stared at his movements, and then sneered knowingly, "Is there something that even the Brigadier General of the Federation doesn't know? You want to ask a criminal specially? How pitiful." Suddenly he squinted his eyes and smiled, "A general colluding with the rebel party. This country is really going to end."

"What do you know about the slate?" Zhou Fang ignored his comments.

"I won't tell. Why should I listen to you? Are you threatening to kill me if I say otherwise?! Hahaha, I'm so sorry, I'm not afraid of this!"

"You misunderstood, there is actually one more important thing I want to ask you," Munakata said, "Your singing is beautiful."

Staring at him colorlessly.

"Ode to Joy was composed by Beethoven and Schiller in Germany, but the Chinese version is mostly popular in the Federation, and the only ones who can sing German are probably only people from the German region, but your pronunciation is still quite standard. " Munakata said slowly, he didn't miss the waves in the colorless eyes, "I'm not sure, but I still want to try my luck. Excuse me, do you know a German with silver hair?"

"His name is Adolph K. Weitzman."

Zhou Fang could clearly see Wu Se's pupils constricted when he heard the name, but he still managed to talk to Munakata with a calm expression: "What do you ask him for?"

"So you really know?" Munakata showed a relieved look, and his tone was gentle, "Three years ago he suddenly left without saying goodbye. We have been looking for him for a long time but there is no result. We just want to know how he is doing now. That's all."

"You and him... have a good relationship?" Wu Se met Zongxiang's eyes, pursed the corners of his lips and reluctantly uttered this sentence from his mouth.

"Of course," Munakata's smile deepened, "We've known each other for many years, very good friends. Both me and Zhou Fang."

"..." Colorless silently looked at the two of them repeatedly, and finally closed his eyes suddenly and shouted irritably: "Okay, I understand! You have known him for a long time, so you know him better than me!" He replied He opened his eyes again, took a deep breath and added: "But I have one condition," he raised his chin, "get rid of this thing. Anyway, I can't beat you, right? And since you are here for the slate , I am no longer your prisoner."

"No problem." Zhou Fang responded casually, opened the baffle on the iron chair and threw it aside, he pulled the chair and sat down directly in front of Wu Se.

After Wu Se got his freedom, he first patted the dust on his clothes, and then stretched his wrists, shoulders and neck, "I wonder if the two great men are interested in hearing the story of a little ghost?"

"My father was a murderer who was arrested and executed when I was eight years old. My mother and I lived off the money he left behind, and my mother—fuck it I don't want to be called that," he closed. After closing her eyes, she calmed down and smiled in a low voice before continuing: "She used the money to find all kinds of men."

How many people have had this experience?The world was turned upside down overnight, and you have been living in the comments and abuse of others since then.People always like to label others in one way or another, but they don't feel that there is anything wrong with it.

The children of martyrs grow up with glory and compassion, but the children of criminals live with the stain, as if that sin were some filthy disease inherited.

As Mr. Nanakiya said, he was always a smart kid.Silent and withdrawn, but always docile and polite, he carefully wants to use his best performance to cover up the embarrassment that does not belong to him.But when everyone mentions him, they always start with the same sentence:

"Do you know the murderer's child?"

He sat in the corner of the classroom, no matter how glamorous the report card was, the fate was to be shoved aside.A few boys gathered not far away to discuss something, and their gradually rising voices seemed to be intended for him to hear.

"Wow, this time the number one is someone else again."

"Isn't it amazing? No matter how good your grades are, it's useless. Isn't he still a man with a life and no one to support him?"

"Oh, how can you say that, he still has a mother, right? It's just that he's too busy at ordinary times, haha!"

"That's that, that's so busy that every time I see the same man, it's amazing."

He sat firmly in the same place, opened the book expressionlessly, and keenly felt that the gangsters headed by Yamaguchi sneaked a glance over from time to time.The more unresponsive he was, the more resentful they were and the sharper their words became.

"I don't know what I think I am."

"Do you really think that other people think highly of him?"

"Isn't it just a dead child born to a murderer and a woman who would die without a man?"

Isn't it just a dead child born to a murderer and a woman who would die without a man.

He lowered his eyes and capped his pen, stood up and turned to them.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood dripping from his forehead with his sleeve, and stood silently in the office to accept Teacher Qigong's angry questioning.Mr. Qigong looked at the astonishing injuries on the people of Yamaguchi, and moved his eyes to his face in disbelief.She took a deep breath to force herself to calm down, handed the tissue over to press his bleeding forehead, and finally calmed down a bit: "Then tell me why you beat someone."

"They scolded me," he replied calmly.

Qi Gong was at a loss for words for a while, and almost instantly understood what kind of words those words would be.She sighed, stared at him seriously and said: "Their parents will come to trouble you. There is no parent in the world who does not love their children. I am afraid that you will be expelled from the school, so you should call your mother over." Bar."

He nodded obediently, and then went to call his mother.

After a long prompt, a strange male voice sounded.His heart trembled, but he still spoke in a trembling voice under the impatient question from the other party, suppressing the grievance that had surfaced at this moment, and said cautiously: "Hello, I am the son of the Sakurai family. Can you help me?" I told my mother, let her come to the school for a while? Just a short time... a short time is enough."

He also paid attention to explaining his school class, the man on the opposite side laughed inexplicably, and then readily agreed before hanging up the phone.

He walked back to the office slowly, because he was worried that his mother would not be seen when she came, so he didn't go in and just squatted at the door.His mood was ups and downs, some indescribably happy anticipation, and some nervous fear, these emotions gradually faded with the passage of time, leaving him only the most common numbness.

The setting sun burned the horizon into the color of blood, and people passed by with different expressions in front of him, but no one even looked at him.It's as if he has no color, as if he is transparent.

Finally, Teacher Qi Gong, who locked the door, caught a glimpse of him sitting on the ground with his knees hugged. After hesitating for a moment, he patted his shoulder and comforted him by saying that if he didn't have time today, he could come back another day.He stood up and said goodbye to her in his usual flat tone without any waves.

The lights at home were on, and when he opened the door, he heard conversations in his mother's room, and he didn't seem to notice his return.He hesitated for a while, but walked over slowly. When he raised his hand and was about to knock on the closed door, he was stopped abruptly by a male voice from inside.

"Do you still have a son?" It was the man's voice on the phone.

The woman paused obviously, as if she had thought for a while before replying: "Ah, yes, it seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time. What's the matter?"

"Let me tell you," the man said with a smile, "Isn't the money in your hand almost gone? Why don't you sell your son?"

"Hey this—is it okay?"

"Anyway, doesn't he have to spend money to go to school? It's very simple," the man said slowly, with a hint of delusion, "Your beautiful son must also be beautiful, and he will definitely sell for a good price. If not, organs are also fine... ..."

He suddenly widened his eyes, pursed the corners of his mouth tightly to restrain himself from making any sound, retracted his hands into fists, and pricked up his ears to listen more carefully.

"Well... then it's up to you." The woman smiled coquettishly.

The clenched fist suddenly loosened like this, and he slid weakly against the wall.The conversation in the room came to an end, and the voice that reached his eardrums through the wall was unbearably obscene.He sat on the ground with his arms around himself, but he didn't feel sad or sad in his heart, he just felt a bone-chilling cold that made him shiver slightly.

Then he suddenly stopped trembling, stood up slowly, and pressed the door lock with his hand. The intense voice in the room completely covered the sound of the lock.He spread the books neatly on the ground, and then raised his hand and threw them as a report card for the fire.The tongue of fire swallowed, spread and boiled the moment it touched the paper, and the snow-white paper turned into a scorched yellow butterfly whirling in the hot wind.He closed the door and left peacefully, and he never forgot to lock the door.

He turned his head and took one last look at the house that was dyed red in the night, and after exhaling a long breath, he turned and ran into the deeper night.

In the following days, he lived upside down day and night, let alone remembering the time.Sleep on street corners, befriend rats, steal or fight in the middle of the night just to keep yourself alive.Although he didn't understand why he chose to live.

until that moment.Later he would think that maybe the meaning of this life is only in that moment.

In his chaotic and dark world, a silver light appeared.

The man approached when he was hiding in the alley panting and counting the stolen money, he looked over vigilantly, this beautiful silver-haired man was actually smiling, he was slightly startled.

"Where's the family?" Even the voice was gentle.

He didn't even have the courage to meet his clean and penetrating eyes. He looked aside and replied, "I'm an orphan."

"That's it." The man took his hand and walked out of the dark and damp alley, "Then follow me. But now, I will accompany you to return the money to others."

Weitzman gave everything the best to him who had nothing, but he gradually became afraid in this happiness.I was afraid that if the other party knew about his past, he would take back this tenderness and mercilessly.

He woke up from the nightmare again, but the house was empty.He put on his shoes and walked out of the room in a panic, calling Weitzman's name over and over again to search the room, and finally stopped in front of a door.It was the only part of the house he wasn't allowed in, and Weitzman would spend all day in it.

He swallowed, and opened the door.

Weitzman wasn't here either.This room was much bigger than he had imagined. It was filled with equipment of unknown purpose, folders were packed densely on the bookshelves, and a document was spread out on the table.He couldn't read what was written on it, because Weizmann had never taught him German.He put the files back carefully, closed the door and sat on the sofa in the living room.

As the night deepened little by little, he sat quietly in the dark, thinking about that nightmare.He could even easily guess how those people would gossip, and put on a look of foresight.

"Look. The son of a murderer can only be a murderer."

The sound of the key turning in the lock was heard at this moment, and he didn't care to turn on the light and ran over all the way.The gentle and beautiful man really stood there. He just turned on the light and looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore." He said softly, hesitating to go forward.

"How could that be?" Weitzman laughed helplessly, he took two steps forward and bent down to hold him in his arms, his voice became more tired for no reason, "Today is the death anniversary of some children, I just went out for a walk. "

He is different from those people.

He hugged this man who was much taller than him, this embrace was so warm.

Something grew wildly in his chest like weeds, tightly entwining his heart.

Hey, you seem to know everything, so can you tell me what liking is?

Does liking his hug count?

Does it count if you have the urge to kiss him?

I won't know unless you tell me, but I think, I like you very much, Adolf.

It was that night that Weitzman patiently taught him to sing Ode to Joy.After that day, he taught himself German with difficulty, without Weitzmann's knowledge.

When he was able to translate German fluently, he also noticed the sign of Weizmann's departure.Weitzman was no longer in that room, but was busy making arrangements for the rest of his life.When he tentatively asked if he could take him away, Weitzman resolutely refused for the first time, saying that it was something he couldn't help, and that he would live with him more easily when he came back.

He just nodded obediently, and then asked if there is anything I can do to help now?So Weizmann, who thought he didn't understand German at all, asked him to help pack his luggage in his room.

Weitzman has always had the habit of keeping a diary.He saw on it three years ago, saw that his research had finally come to a conclusion, saw that his destination was Luoyang, the capital, and the reason why he was adopted back then.

"Then I killed him," Wu Se looked at Zhou Fang, smiling like a child with his eyes bent, but his voice became harsher, "Who wants you to atone for your sins, who needs your sympathy, who needs you to be so kind to me!" He He lowered his head feebly, his voice already tinged with tears.Of course Zhou Fang knew what the so-called atonement meant, even when he saw this boy for the first time, he felt that his snow-white hair and purple-red eyes were very similar to Anna.

The day Weitzman left he waited in the entryway, back straight, hands behind his back holding a dagger.Weitzman changed into an outfit he had never seen before, a dark green military uniform over a white coat worn by researchers.Weitzman put down the suitcase in his hand and wanted to say something to him, but the cold piercing his chest stopped his voice in his throat.

He used all his strength to stab the dagger deeper, and almost uncontrollably uttered those deformed, absurd and bitter feelings buried in his heart.Weitzman's expression changed from shock at the beginning to calmness as he lost blood and his words.The man smiled a little sadly, and then, with the last strength of his life, he gave the thin boy in front of him a hug, a hug full of blood.

He hugged Weitzman's body that lost his strength and fell, and suddenly wanted to cry unwillingly.

"He'll just treat me like a little brat to the end of his life."

There was a brief silence, and finally Wu Shi sniffed and spoke again: "Then I finished reading the documents in his suitcase, which is the Dresden Stone Tablet you want to know about."

"Just for that ridiculous reason?" Munakata asked.

"What do you know?!" Colorless sneered, "That man is so stupid. They will definitely kill him! If that's the case, why not let him die in my arms and let me do what he wants to do Arrived."

"Who are they?" Zongxiang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's boring if I tell you all about some things, Mr. Brigadier General," Wu Se laughed, "But I have prepared a gift for you, and you will probably know more at that time. You should thank me."

"Where are those documents?" Zhou Fang asked.

"Burn it." Colorless shrugged.

"That man has always been stupid, always dreaming of making the whole world happy," Zhou Fang said, "but you are even more stupid."

"What do you mean?" Colorless stared at the person in front of him dissatisfied.

"Don't you think he likes to see so many people die in Xinjiao?" Zhou Fang chuckled, "Don't get involved with your own destructive desire."

"Don't use such a condescending tone to judge!" Wu Se suddenly raised his voice, "Even if it is, so what, anyway, this world is full of hypocrisy! If you die, it will be fine, who cares?"

Zhou Fangzun lifted his foot and kicked directly onto the chair, Wu Se fell down unexpectedly and fell to the ground, he gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, the injuries all over his body made him unable to even stand up.

Zhou Fang stood up, bent down and kicked the person on the ground, "Didn't you understand German? Don't you know the meaning of the songs you've sung for so long?"

"Undwer'sniegekonnt, derstehle Weinendsichausdiesem Bund." Munakata read a sentence, and he walked over and patted Zhou Fang on the shoulder, indicating that he could leave.

If you don't have this intention, you have to let him cry.

"No one will be so nice to a stranger just because of guilt." Zhou Fang only left him this sentence when he closed the door.

Colorless froze.

Whoever can be a loyal friend, dedicate noble friendship, and whoever can get happy love, will come to have a happy gathering with everyone.

Only by loving and loving each other sincerely can we find a confidant!If you don't have this intention, you have to let him cry.

He felt the bone-chilling cold again, and he couldn't help shivering and curled up on the ground.He clutched the clothes on his body tightly, it was so cold that there was no warmth at all.After a long time, he finally cried out.

You, who are so gentle, are the last existence that I don't want to compromise with this world.

In fact, he never forgot his name.Just like he always remembers that the cherry blossoms in Tokyo were as beautiful as clouds that day, and the pink petals were falling leisurely.For the first time, he knew that someone could smile so softly.The silver-haired man said to him: "If you don't have a name, I'll take it! But I don't know Japanese names, why don't you have my last name?"

"My name is Adolph K. Weitzman."