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The gentle trap is that people fall into it unprepared, but they don't even realize it. ......

Professor An got used to Hachi's waiting.

Hachi got used to Prof. An's return.

They were like the best of partners, always understanding each other's feelings at the first time.

If there is a weakness, it is probably that Hachi is always reluctant to fetch the ball.

Other people's dogs will pick up the ball that the owner threw out.

It's a way to play and interact.

But Hachi was not interested in fetching the ball. He would rather play with Professor An than be interested in the round sphere.

And so it goes.

The days passed.

I don't know when, Professor An has put a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose, and his hair has been dyed gray, so he can no longer play freely with Hachi as he did in the beginning.

Hachi, however, is still full of energy.

He would still take Professor An to the train every day, and would still wait for his master's return in the corner of the station, as if he had promised to do so.

This day.

Professor An went to the station to get ready for work as usual, but he found to his surprise that Hachi was following him with a ball in his mouth that he never liked to play with.

"You want to play?"

Professor An was so surprised that he tried to throw the ball a short distance away and saw Hachi pick it up in his mouth.

"Good job!"

As if he was a few years younger, the professor picked up the ball again and threw it farther away, and Hachi picked it up without hesitation.

Prof. An was particularly happy.

This day.

Prof. An missed the first bus for the first time, and was completely immersed in the sudden joy.

The people at the station also smiled when they saw this scene.

Prof. An and Hachi played for a long time before they went to work in love.

He even squeezed the little yellow ball in his hand on the way to work.

So far, this gentle trap has finally opened its long-awaited startling net!

It's not that people aren't alert.

Some of the hospital line representatives present frowned slightly, pondering the implications of this shot, and felt a hint of discomfort.

And beside Ye Hongyu.

Yang An, on the other hand, quietly squeezed his fist, his heart inexplicably irritated, why is there such a turn of events, is there any special reason why Hachi is willing to play with the ball?

At this time, Yang An suddenly saw that Ye Hongyu's leg, which had been upraised, was lowered.

The uneasiness in his heart was amplifying rapidly!

The film continues.

After playing a piece of piano, Professor An, who is a music teacher by profession, begins to tell his students about his understanding of music.

The years have aged him, but the more restrained he has become, the more charming he seems to be, except that this charming man seems a bit mischievous.

He was teaching a class to a student, but in his hand he held the little yellow ball he had played with Hachi before going to work.

From time to time, he squeezed his hand, and the ball made a cute sound.

"We ......"

Professor Ann looked at the ball of leather and smiled as he opened his mouth, but his expression suddenly changed, covering his chest and holding the piano.

"Buzz."

It seemed that the black and white keys had been pressed, and the unstructured piano sound suddenly rang out, attracting the attention of all the students, and then under everyone's gaze, Professor An collapsed to the ground.

CRASH!

Students get up in a panic ......

In the slow-motion zoomed-in shot, the yellow ball is still held firmly in the professor's hand, but it no longer makes a sound due to the force, as if Professor Ann had collapsed in the classroom and never woke up .......

Professor Ahn is dead.

It seems like an elaborate premeditation by a screenwriter, or a sudden accident.

The light of the big screen hit one face in the audience.

Countless pupils contracted.

The expressions on everyone's faces ranged from incredulous dismay, to the panic that followed, to the sadness that finally came, and finally covered by great sadness.

It was a small gap in the depths of the soul, slowly enlarging and spiraling into a process of complete collapse.

At this moment, everyone's head, is blank!

It was like an elm that couldn't think.

And by the time one realizes what's really going on, there's already an audience enveloped in a sudden surge of despair!

The big screen suddenly went dark, as everyone was feeling at the moment.

There was nothing in the darkness, nothing to see.

dong dong dong ......

There is no stirring soundtrack, just a drumbeat that sounds like a heartbeat in the darkness, and then slows down, slows down, until it disappears completely.

Crunch.

That was the sound of a ball making a feeble noise.

The big screen came back on in a moment, but the expressions of the audience were in stark contrast to the seconds before the darkness.

That's a face, in tears ......

The camera cruelly switches to the station, where Hachi is still crouched on the flower pond across from the old station, and the perspective slowly rises up, leaving only Hachi's helpless back in the long shot.

Lonely and sad.

"Hachi ......"

In the back row, Yang An's tears were like a torrent of dykes that could not be blocked.

Perhaps Ye Hongyu was the only one who held fast, as if keeping silent was her belief, but even if Ye Hongyu's lips were white from biting too hard, they still did not loosen.

This is something that Yang An could not see.

In his ears, it was the whole movie theater whimpering, as the gentle trap began to close its net, with very few survivors.

In a theater like this, tears are the cheapest form of release!

One by one, the uncles and aunts at the train station's booth were leaving work.

The man in the security room looked down at his watch, then at Hachi, who was squatting on the flower pond, and tried to shout, but Hachi did not answer.

It was now completely dark, and Hachi did not answer.

It was completely dark, and all that was left to accompany Hachi was the winter's snow and ice that hadn't completely melted.

The camera quickly zoomed in, Hachi's jaws were pressed against the ground, and his sniffing sound was becoming a little heavier.

Eventually, Professor An's daughter brought Hachi home.

The light in the house was not turned off that night.

Hachi did not want to go into the study.

It seemed to go back to the day when he first entered the family, looking at the black-and-white world through the not-so-big gap, like a poor homeless worm.

The only difference was that Mrs. Ann cried all night long.

The next day, a big funeral was held for Professor Ahn.

Hachi did not appear.

As usual, he went to the flower pond across the station and squatted down, and as usual, he watched the early morning train going far away, and as usual, he watched the passing crowd. ......

What is it looking for?

What is he waiting for?

The answer to this question seemed meaningless, just as Hachi's aimless waiting was meaningless to many others.

That night, the snow began to fall again.

Hachi's body was covered with a thick layer of snow.

The man in the security booth at the train station walked toward Hachi and whispered, "You don't have to wait any longer, he will never come back.

Hachi didn't move.

In the snowy night, its eyes reflected, I don't know if it was the light or the moonlight.

The man at the security booth shook his head, gently brushed the snow from Hachi's body, and turned to leave.

The sobbing in the movie theater had begun.

Even the crowd, which had tried to suppress them, no longer endured them.

Ye Hongyu's eyes, as if illuminated by fire, were filled with red.

Only then did Yang An discover that Ye Hongyu's body was trembling slightly, just like his own, and his throat was blocked by something, which could only slow down the digestion of those rushing tears in an almost wretched way.

That year, Mrs. An sold the family home and seemed to want to flee the city.

Professor An's daughter took Hachi back to her house, but Hachi escaped the same day.

Professor An's daughter realized that Xiaohachi was no longer the little cub that her owner had been unable to get rid of, let alone scold.

The world of black, white, and gray has no color.

It ran breathlessly through the passing landscape.

It crossed the dead woods and the endless fields, and it returned to the home where it used to live, a path it would always remember.

The home, however, had a new owner.

"Have you lost your way?"

The new owner of the house looked at Hachi, and just like Hachi's first encounter with Professor An, the man leaned down and asked with a gentle face.

Little man, are you lost?

It returned to the flower pond across from the old station, as if holding on to a promise that never existed.

Sometimes, when it was tired of squatting, it would lie down and rest, but its eyes, which seemed to speak, never left every train that moved out and every handful of people that arrived at the station.

In some places, it may never get lost.

Is it just that the person it's waiting for can't find his way home because he's lost?

Professor Ann's daughter brought him home again and tried to keep him on a leash, but Hachi stopped eating and drinking and resisted with a hunger strike.

A few days later, Professor An's daughter suddenly understood something.

Professor An's daughter suddenly understood something.

She chose to release Hachi's chain, opened the closed door, and smiled tearfully, "Maybe I can understand you.

For the first time, Hachi did not flee in a frenzy.

It looks at Professor An's daughter as if she were saying a serious goodbye.

The camera switches.

It is still the same flower bed across from the old station, still in the same crouching position, and Hachi is back here.

The coming and going trains are always the first to lift Hachi's spirits, but the familiar scent of the passing crowd is lost, so it is always disappointed again and again.

Its fur was dirty.

The black and white gray of the world was in fact despair and cold.

At night, he slept under the wheels of an abandoned train car.

When the first train wakes him up in the morning, he runs to the train station as usual and sits upright on the steps opposite the door, waiting for his return.

It didn't matter if it was windy, raining, or if the familiar goose feather snow was falling from the sky, no one took it into the study anymore.

No one took him into the study again.

No one took out a blanket to warm it up.

Only time rushes on, and people rush by.

Only the train whistle still blows, only the sun rises and sets alternately, only the moon turns into a thin moon.

After one year, after two years, after three years, ......

The people around him would provide the food that Hachi needed to survive.

Everyone was so impressed by Hachi's loyalty to his owner that even the newspaper published a story about how Hachi had been waiting for years for his owner's return, and some members of the community even made a spontaneous donation to .......

"Hachi is old."

Somewhere, the security guard, who was still working at the station, said softly.

It began to stumble, its already dirty hair thinning out as it had been left unattended for so long that it no longer had its former glory.

Spring, summer, fall, and winter, the seasons changed.

Hachi was still waiting for the one person who never seemed to return - the

The distance between life and death is impenetrable to a dog.

He only believes that his master will come back, so his life, like a stream of water, is consumed little by little on the cobblestone platform of the station, year after year.

As a dog, this is its own waiting.

As a dog, it belongs to its watch. It never leaves the old, sick and dead, and it takes ten years to become a landscape.

Many years later, when Mrs. An, who was no longer in the limelight, came to the small town station, she saw Hachi at once.

Hachi, it was so old that it could only crawl there, not even wanting to waste the energy to move.

After that first glance, Mrs. An's tears broke out of her makeup.

Just like the one in front of the movie screen, Ye Hongfish, who said she could always remain silent, received the paper from Yang An for the first time in her life and cried until she couldn't breathe.

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PS: Once again, I'd like to thank the face ally for the reward, and apologize to everyone for being a little lazy in some areas.