【Liai】Horizon

The man woke up suddenly.

Levi opened his eyes.

Such things as nightmares are really rare.

The first snow this winter began to fall in the early morning, and the temperature has dropped below zero. Although there is heating at home, Levi prefers natural wind.It was just dawn, and he put a thin blanket on his shoulders, and opened the heavy curtains. The windows were full of mist, and the falling snowflakes could be seen faintly.

Looking out of the window at the still not fully awake street, the man was stunned for a while.Winter makes people feel tired, and the colder they are, the more they yearn for warmth.No one prepared breakfast for him on time, and Levi got up later and later. Anyway, the group has those diligent subordinates to take care of it, so he has nothing to do.

What a peace.

Levi conveniently takes the gun out of the nightstand drawer to clean it.In the past, he always put it on the bay window without being too conspicuous, but now it is lying in a drawer, out of sunlight.The Wings of Liberty handles are still spotless, but Levi always wipes them down every day.The obsession with physical cleanliness and mental cleanliness coexisted, and now he felt that the gun could not be cleaned no matter how much he wiped it.

Just like him, it bears a crime when it is stained with blood.

And they are never free.

But in such a quiet time, Levi will always sigh this extremely ordinary, but extremely precious peace.Maybe he was really a soldier in his previous life.

What kind of experience would that be?

No matter what period the war is, it is the same across the long river of history, in the past obliterated by time, or in the distant future.It's all the same, bloodshed, ruins, weapons, despair, faith, lost lives, names engraved on monuments, winter days of warming each other, spring when there is no time for love.

He thought again of what the old Ukrainian man had said.

"The bloody weather is different from a thousand years ago. You put yourself in danger."

This is understandable, but unfortunately...

But unfortunately, the person he was looking for was no longer by his side.

Prophecy or so-called divination, astrology or ancient astrology that young people are now pursuing, people always want to maintain piety for certain things, and religious belief is nothing more than a subconscious self-restraint.True to life, love, freedom, nothing more.

Levi is very aware of what he has and what he has lost.

He personally extinguished some feelings, and he may regret it for a long time, but he will not regret it.

He can't regret it.

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"Levi, where are you?"

"There are still 15 minutes, just cross a bridge."

"Okay, Erwin and I are at the same place, ah, Petra is here too, hurry up."

Hanji's voice on the phone is still full of energy, Levi sometimes admires this woman, she is always so energetic all year round.

He hadn't been out for a few days and overestimated the temperature.Levi shrank his neck into the collar of his windbreaker and quickened his pace.Black leather shoes step on the steps, and every time you step on the steps of the overpass, your vision will rise a little bit.When a car at the intersection suddenly honked its horn, waking up the comfortable dreamer, the world began to overturn.

Alan Yeager was standing in the middle of the bridge, wearing a light brown down jacket that matched his hair color.He stretched out his right hand without a glove, holding the phone and listening to the phone in his ear.Obviously just looking up inadvertently, but Levi accurately discerned the boy's appearance in the night.At that moment, there was a throbbing pain in my head as if it had been blown by cold wind all night.

From his side to his side, a total of fifteen steps.If he met his gaze, would he say something nonchalant: Long time no see, brat?

There are seven more steps.The boy seemed to be completely immersed in the call, Levi had the urge to stop and call out his name, but felt that it was better to walk over like this.

Three steps away, he saw his red fingers from the cold, and instinctively wanted to take off his black leather gloves and put them on for him.

The result is still passing by.

They didn't see each other, and Levi walked past Alan's right.But after walking a few meters further, he still couldn't hold back and turned around silently.

Watching for just a few seconds, I was a little lucky, but also very unwilling.

The boy who recovered from his shock looked at the screen of the phone that ended the call, his pupils shrank for a moment.His vision became blurred, and the inquiries from friends around him sounded, as if he had noticed something, he turned his head involuntarily.

But there is no one behind him.

BERLINGER2013.12.8

At [-]:[-], the date jumped forward again, and the night wind beat against the window.The boy jumped out of bed, wrapped in a blanket, walked to the master bedroom next door, knocked lightly on the door, and got a quick answer.

"Father?"

The man put down the book in his hand, and then took off his glasses.He moved to the side, vacating a seat next to him, patted the quilt, and smiled slightly at the young man. "Son, come here."

Allen climbed onto the bed, pulled off a corner of the quilt, and wrapped himself in it.He rested his head on his father's side.Even though the room was quite warm, Grisha could still feel the boy's cold hands and feet.

"I knew you would come, so I haven't slept."

The boy shrank his neck, he was ready.

"Father, tell me about my mother."

"it is good."

The man opened his mouth and began to speak slowly.

Unexpectedly, somewhere a few kilometers away, someone also remembered this past event. It was really a long, long time ago.

——12 years ago——

"Dad, Christmas... Berlin will be extraordinarily lively, right?" The little boy wrapped in a thick cotton coat asked with his beautiful green eyes blinking just as he was carried into his seat.

"Yes, we will go to Uncle Bert's house at night, the one I mentioned to you last time. There is also Auntie Amona who will give you a lot of candy." The man gently rubbed the boy's extra soft brown A woman with the same hair color leaned over and kissed the boy on the cheek. "Eat too much candy and you'll get tooth decay."

He shrank his neck into his collar, and then looked at the blurred scene on the platform outside the car window.It's really cold, everyone is wrapped in thick clothes, and the adults hurried past with their luggage, leaving dark figures behind.Or stand on the platform, looking at the railroad tracks extending into the distance, thinking about unknown things, like a quiet sculpture.

The train moved slowly, and the boy sat by the window with some joy and dangled his legs.

"Let's go! Go to Berlin!!" He waved his little fist.

This train to Berlin will take him to a wonderful Christmas, everyone tells him so, so he believes and looks forward to it.

The sky is starting to brighten, and the winter sun always comes late.After the boy calmed down, he slowly fell asleep, because of last night's nightmare, he now naturally began to catch up on sleep.As the train swayed slowly, he had already forgotten the monster he saw in his dream, and he vaguely felt being hugged.It would be a little cold by the window, but the father moved his position and let him sit between his parents, leaning on his mother's lap.

In the haze, it seemed as if someone was calling his name, like coaxing him to sleep:

"Ellen."

"Ellen."

"Ellen."

He fell asleep, very peacefully.

For a five-year-old boy, the train is already a huge monster, carrying all kinds of things and dreams to distant places.The long railway tracks pass through the fields, around the mountains, and lead to the brightest central city on the land of Germany.When the angle of view is further pulled up, the orbit line has become a slender line of ants, and the territory of the country is followed by the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of generations.In the winter of the northern hemisphere in 2, on the Asian continent, Beijing was still immersed in the joy of successfully bidding for the Olympic Games, China joined the World Trade Organization, and the Russian Mir space station successfully crashed into the scheduled waters of the South Pacific.But at the same time, the haze of 9 deaths from the earthquake in India has not yet passed, the conflict between Palestine and Israel has seriously escalated, and the Taliban regime in Afghanistan has collapsed.The smoke and dust brought about by the 11 terrorist attacks in the United States turned the sky in New York gray, and the depressed emotions in the hearts of citizens could not be dissipated.

The world is as good as it is bad, and as bad as it is good.Everything is happening in an orderly manner, just happening.As big as the inevitable natural and man-made disasters, international politics, society, people's hearts, as small as the blue gloves that will be forgotten on the train and the gun that has just been put in the suitcase, everything is still beating like the footsteps of fate .No one is special, the sighs of the little ones are not heard, and the sighs of the big ones are not understood.This is just an ordinary two thousand and one year.

Where were you at that time?

At 2001:12 pm on December 25, 13, [-]-year-old Levi Jr. and five-year-old Alan Yeager were [-] kilometers apart.

BERLINGER2001.12.25

Standing straight on the platform in the cold wind, the boy wearing a delicate dark purple windbreaker and black short boots was somewhat eye-catching.

Probably the young master of some rich family, he was guessed like this.Small in stature, he doesn't look more than twelve or thirteen years old, but he has the same cool aura as the adults around him who walk independently.If you are lucky enough to see his face, probably the first thing you think of is the fog in London.Why, probably because you can't be easily seen through like other innocent children, you don't know what kind of heart is behind that serious expression.Listening to him lightly tapping the ground with the toe of his shoes, the melody he hummed has the taste of the blues of the last century.

The tall man in a neat suit who had been standing five meters behind him walked over slowly and nodded to him: "Master Levi, the master's car is late, do you want to go back to the car and wait, it's cold here. "

The boy didn't look up, he didn't like to look up at others.He just stopped the rhythm of tapping the ground, and then slowly said, "I'll wait here."

The warm white mist spit out from the mouth quickly dissipated in the air.

It was just a little stubbornness of a boy who hadn't seen his father for half a year. As a bodyguard, the man was not qualified to speak any more, so he consciously retreated to his original place.

Who knows, he just wanted to ask:

Father, you will be home for Christmas.

If the man says yes.Then they can go back to spend Christmas together.

If that man said, Levi, you have to be sensible.He would go home quietly to accompany his mother. At least on Christmas and his birthday, he also saw the father who he missed a little bit.

Nothing wrong, not in any particular mood.

While thinking this way, the whistle of the train came from a distance.The train pulled into the station slowly, and he raised his hand to look at his watch, and it wasn't too late.When there were more people on the platform, it seemed that it was not so cold. He took a few steps back, but found that his calf was a little numb.Travelers got off the train one after another, and the bell rang at six o'clock in the evening.The greeters on the platform shook hands or embraced the relatives and friends they received, and people exchanged holiday blessings to each other.

The boy's eyes swept across the faces of passers-by, but he still couldn't find the figure he was looking for.He is never in a hurry, and his self-cultivation beyond his peers makes him stable.His eyes stayed on the door of the carriage he was facing. The family of three had just got off the carriage.A little boy about four or five years old was walking among his parents. The little boy was bouncing around happily, and the three of them walked past him talking and laughing.

At that moment, I felt a little worried, in various senses, for some reason.

There were fewer people on the platform again.

Little Levi was a little puzzled, he turned his head and motioned for the bodyguard to come over, and the man walked quickly to his side and leaned over. "Master?"

"Do you know that in father's arrangement, is there anything special on the train today...?"

"Sorry, I don't know."

Also, he asked a stupid question himself, and he waved his hand.

Who can grasp the movements of a mafia leader?Even if he was doing a million-dollar deal on the train at the terminal, it wouldn't be surprising.

He continued to take a few steps back, the last train, the crowd heading home for Christmas was leaving.He turned around on the empty platform, boredly looking at the train schedule on the bulletin board behind him.Some old glass has scratches accumulated over time, and because of the temperature brought by the heavy snow a few days ago, it must have been frozen, and it looks quite clear.

He let out a sigh of relief, and soon a white mist appeared on the glass.Like a ghost, he took off the glove of his right hand, and wrote a name on the white mist stroke by stroke.

L, E, V, I.

"Levi?"

A childish voice suddenly sounded beside him, like when a child was just learning to read, this heavy name for him was spoken out so carefully, purely and solemnly.

He froze for a moment, turned his head, and saw the brown-haired kid.

"Levi?" The little boy blinked his beautiful green eyes, held his father's hand next to him, tilted his head and asked slowly, "Big brother, is that your name?"

"No, it's not."

Not yet, he turned around and continued to look at the platform.

But soon he will inherit the name.

Even if you tell a kid these things, the other party won't understand. He doesn't like to talk too much with strangers.Especially the kind of sudden, warm things that seem to be easy to cut through defenses.

However, he still couldn't help but cast his eyes to the side, and had a little impression that these seemed to be two of the three members of the family just now.My mother was not there, probably because I forgot something in the carriage.

The little devil was still looking at him, how could his eyes be filled with longing and anticipation.The adult on the side pushed his glasses and smiled gently.

Once again, like a ghost, he walked towards the little boy, and then slowly squatted down.He stroked his limp hair and it felt good.Maybe it's rude, he's never done it, but he's doing it now.The little ghost shrank his neck a little nervously, he tried to look more gentle, and sure enough, the little ghost quickly laughed.

"What's your name?"

If he answered, he'd probably remember the name, somehow thought so.

The little boy opened his mouth, and was about to answer, when suddenly a small voice came to little Levi's ears.Maybe no one will care about the sound after the hurried footsteps in the howling wind, in the Christmas hymns.Even if you hear it, you probably won't think much about it.But he was different. As the only son of the biggest mafia boss in Germany, he could distinguish the sound of three shots from a pistol with a silencer.

Standing up hastily, he tried to stabilize his emotions.He nodded to the little boy's father, apologized quickly, and ran to the door of the carriage.

He didn't make any careful mental preparations, what else can there be where there are gunshots.He jumped into the car and ran towards the faint voice, and it didn't take long before he bumped into someone's arms.

Familiar with the coat and black leather gloves, as well as the faint smell of tobacco on the other party's body.

"Father." He said sullenly.

"Levi, why are you here?"

"I……"

"Let's go home first."

Relief flashed in his eyes, and the man gave him a hug.But he felt the hot gun in the pocket of the man's coat.

"Father, what happened just now?"

Many years later, when Levi thinks of his father, the old Levi 12 years ago, he will feel that he has forgotten what his father said at that time in a long time.

He said, "Sorry, Levi."

After a while, he said again, "Happy birthday, Levi."

At that time, he didn't know the meaning of his father's words. At his parents' funeral three years later, he had almost forgotten this ordinary, cold winter in Berlin in [-].

The same, those things he didn't know-when he left the platform behind his father surrounded by a group of men in black, if he paid attention to the bulletin board, he would see another father hugging him My little son is still waiting for the one who can't wait.

He didn't know that the kid would ask his father to pick him up, and imitate his movements, steaming on the glass, and writing his name stroke by stroke.

Just to the right of "LEVI", there are a few more letters crookedly.

LEVIEREN

After the long baptism of the next 12 years, that winter seemed to have never existed, and was forgotten by both of them. The 13-year-old Levi closed the car door, blocking the screams from the platform a hundred meters away.The crying, running, falling, coma, and forgetting that he didn't know were about to happen to the person he just met.

But that was a long time ago.

Together with the names on the glass that are next to each other, they cannot be retrieved.