When Dunn Smith saw this, he smiled and said:
“Don’t rush to choose. Tell me the answer on Monday morning. No matter which one you want to choose, or you plan to give up directly, there will be no additional opinions among us Nighthawks.”
“Be still and ask your heart.”
After saying that, he took off his hat, bowed slightly, and slowly walked past Klein and towards the stairs.
Klein did not speak, did not give an answer immediately, and silently saluted and watched silently.
Although he had been hoping to become an Extraordinary all the time before, when the opportunity really came to him, he was still full of hesitation: the lack of “sequence” after that, the various out-of-control of “Extraordinary”, the deplorable diary of Emperor Russell Faith, the illusory whispers that make people crazy and depraved, are mixed together into a swamp that hinders progress.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“It’s comparable to a good or bad student applying for the college entrance examination.” Klein laughed at himself, restrained his divergent thinking, opened the door in a low voice, returned home, and lay on the bed.
He lay there with his eyes open, quietly looking at the bottom of the upper bunk bed that was stained with a faint crimson color.
Drunks staggered past outside the window, and a carriage drove quickly on the empty street in the distance. These noises did not destroy the tranquility of the night, but made it more remote and deeper.
Klein’s emotions calmed down, and he thought of all the past events on earth, his father who liked to exercise and always spoke in a loud voice, his mother who had chronic diseases but liked to do things for him, and the memories he had together since childhood. Growing up, the best friends who evolved from playing football and basketball together to playing mahjong games, think of the failed confession partner whose appearance has been blurred. These are like a quiet flowing river, not many ripples, not too deeply sentimental, but silent Breathlessness flooded the soul.
Perhaps only when you lose it can you learn to cherish it. When the crimson faded, the sky burned, and the golden color emerged, Klein had already made his choice.
He got up and went to the public washroom to wash his face to refresh himself. Then he took a 1 sole note and went to Mrs. Wendy’s to buy 8 pounds of rye bread for 9 pence to supplement the staple food he had eaten last night.
“The price of bread has begun to stabilize,” Benson commented while changing his clothes after breakfast.
Today was Sunday, and he and Melissa fin