Chapter460 The old man pushing an empty wheelchair
A remote town in Nordland, Norway, Lofoten Islands.
A white-haired but elegantly dressed old man was pushing a squeaky wheelchair along the warm and humid coast. There was an old woman sitting in the wheelchair. The trembling old woman half-squinted her eyes. , enjoying the evening breeze blowing from the North Atlantic, and watching the last ray of sunshine sink to the west and sink into the distant horizon.
The moon and stars rose.
As a tourist attraction within the Arctic Circle, the Lofoten Islands are a famous tourist attraction in Norway, and the location where the two old people are located is a rare place with stunning scenery. Every starry night, the crescent-shaped calm lake bay will Reflecting the stars in the sky, it seems that the entire starry sky is contained in the Mirror Lake.
The old man pushing the wheelchair stopped in front of the self-built stone house next to the lake. The old man held the old woman like a baby and gently placed her on the rocking chair. He returned to the back of the rocking chair and rocked her.
A happy smile first appeared on the old woman's wrinkled face, and then she seemed to have thought of something. She pressed the old man's hand behind the rocking chair with some sadness, causing the confused old man to stop his movements.
"What's wrong?"
"Lester, do you know? If I leave before you, you will be very sad, so I am working hard to live."
The old man smiled, touched the old woman's sparse silver hair tremblingly, and readjusted the scarf to the old woman to prevent the cold wind from blowing directly into the old woman's collar.
"Idiot, I will definitely not be sad. I will be very happy to see you off. Maybe I can dance alone."
Hearing what the old man said, the old woman slapped the old man's hand angrily, then held it gently with some distress, unwilling to let go.
She was afraid that after she was separated, she would never be able to hold him again.
She knew her physical condition. She had been fatally injured during the organization's pursuit, which had left serious sequelae. If it hadn't been for the care of the old man, she would have left long ago.
If they hadn't used desperate actions later to obtain enough information to threaten the organization, the two of them would not have had the leisure to live in seclusion in northern Norway at this moment. After solving the threat to the organization, the man gave her the rest of his life.
Knowing that the old man was feeling sorry for her, the old woman deliberately suppressed her blush and cursed.
"Well, you heartless Lester, you pulled me out in the middle of the night to blow me off in the cold air. You've been looking forward to sending me away for a long time, right? Tell me, have you already found a new girlfriend? Don't think I don't know about Norway. Those pretty old ladies talk about you every night."
The old man held the old woman's hand with one hand and began to rock the rocking chair with the other hand. In the quiet night, apart from the whistling wind, the only sound was the shaking of the rocking chair.
The red and green auroras like colorful ribbons hung above the starry sky. This was why he took the old lady for a walk at night.
The stars and moon, night wind, mirror lake, and aurora are all his gifts to women.
Giving the best thing he could think of to the woman in the rocking chair was the most satisfying moment in his life.
"Those old ladies are not as beautiful as you. As long as you are here, I will definitely not look at them twice."
The old man is still quibbling.
"I really don't know how I believed in you when I was on the island. I believed that you would be good to me throughout my life, hum!"
As the arrogant old lady spoke, the wrinkles on her face relaxed and she smiled happily.
"It would be great if we could always look up at the sky together."
Finally they stopped talking, and the two of them quietly admired the night sky. When the old man withdrew his cloudy gaze, they found that the old lady had fallen asleep, as peacefully as when she was shot.
The old man wiped the corners of his eyes, carried the old woman back to the wheelchair, and covered the old woman with a quilt.
"Elena, I'm going home. I'll dance for you when I get back. Let's come together tomorrow..."
On the cliff, a young photographer watched the old man pushing the wheelchair leave, staring blankly at the images captured by his camera.
Under the lake bay on an aurora night, a gray-haired old man pushed an empty wheelchair and staggered into the night.
And the red-green aurora in the night sky, I don’t know when, got a touch of deep purple.
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"Wow! Xiao Lailai, you cried as soon as you saw me. Aren't you surprised and happy?"
In the hotel in Enx Town to the west of the Frostguard Fortress, the oil lamp illuminated the entire room. Soraka was sitting on a stool beside the bed and drinking herbal tea, while Zuo Yin was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the tears flow with surprise on his face.
The man with a full face seemed a little embarrassed.
"I just said why I can't find you. It turns out you were kidnapped by Lissandra. I'm sorry~ I'm just a little busy...Hey, why are you crying more and more, oops."
The soft-hearted Soraka sighed as she looked at the man with his eyes closed and crying. The one-horned star spirit who put down the tea cup stood up from the stool and pulled the overwhelmed Zuo Yin aside.
"Zuo Yin, just leave him to me. Don't cause any trouble."
"Well, don't forget to tell him about that. Alas, it's not easy to meet him..."
The dejected Zuo Yin took one last look at Lester and could only leave directly through the astral portal.
Soraka moved the stool to the head of the bed, gently held Lester's trembling hands, and asked softly.
"You must have encountered something very sad. Just cry. Just cry. I cried for a long time when I first came to this world."
Lester, who was crying silently, opened his eyes. Soraka hesitated for a moment, but still chose to hold the man in her arms, as if comforting a wronged child.
"Cry, just cry if you have any grievances..."
It's okay not to be comforted. Feeling the warm power of comfort, Lester could no longer suppress the grief in his heart. Another life path like a dream and the changes in things and people that spanned countless years hit his heart.
His chest exploded violently, and the man hugged the one-horned woman who was like a mother and cried bitterly, as if he wanted to release all the grievances in his heart.
Holding Lester silently, Soraka's chest was gradually soaked with tears. The one-horned star did not notice any desire that humans have. Instead, it could feel the man's unspeakable grief from the feedback from the astral magic.
With sadness, the silent woman raised her right hand and began to pat the man's back rhythmically, comforting the injured human child in her own way.
I don’t know how long it took, but accompanied by the starlight, the man in her arms finally stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep. Soraka stopped slapping the man, carefully let go of the man and wanted to place the man on the bed, but she
She found that the man was hugging her tightly, and when she left, he looked uneasy.
Sighing, Soraka hugged the man in her arms again, letting the man calm down again.
"Sleep, sleep, the pain will eventually pass, and tomorrow is a new day."