The Dragon That Devours the World

The anger in his eyes was burning, and his temper suddenly burst.

"There is no cure-what do they mean by this?"

Breathing heavily, in front of Kubitzick, he almost roared.

"It's not that the disease cannot be cured, but that the doctors have no ability to cure it. My mother is not old. Forty-seven is not an age of despair. But once these doctors are powerless, they call it incurable."

His face was pale, his whole body trembling with excitement, and his over-sharp eyes became more aggressive, his momentum seemed to be asking the **** of death and bargaining with him.

Adolf's mother, Mrs. Clara, is not in good health. She often needed doctors to take care of her a few years ago, and she has been particularly ill these years. The family doctor of the Adolf’s family is the Jewish doctor Bloch, known as the “doctor of the poor”. He is a very good and kind doctor, but even if he tries his best to save it, Mrs. Clara can’t be saved.

Last month, Kubizick had visited Mrs. Clara. The scene at the time was stunned. Mrs. Clara was lying on the bed with skinny and skinny hands, which made it hard to look at him.

Everyone can vaguely guess this, but Adolf refuses to admit that he is a stubborn guy. He always believes that his mother can get better, but until this day...

"Can I help..."

Looking at the angry and venting friend in front of him, Kubisik felt both distressed and compassionate, and couldn't help but say.

However, Adolf, who was venting his anger at this moment, did not hear what he said at all. It was not until he started to pace the room that he seemed to calm down and said suddenly.

"I should stay in Linz to do housework for my mother."

"can you?"

Kubitschek asked. He knew that his friend had always disdain for these "trivial things." There was a moment of silence in the room, and then the voice sounded.

"When necessary, one can do anything."

His words came to an abrupt end here.

...

In the days after that, Kubby Schick thought it was just a momentary impulse, but the friend who had been dismissive of trivial matters after that day seemed to have really changed. When visiting Adolf's house, Kubitschek even saw Adolf kneeling on the floor. He was wearing a blue apron and was cleaning the kitchen, and it seemed that it was almost done.

"Kubishick, look, how capable Adolf is."

Mrs. Clara, who was lying on the bed, spoke to Kubisick, looking at Adolf with relief.

It's hard to believe that the man who once regarded housework as an unbearable thing, now really started to take care of every trivial matter in the house.

In addition, he has demonstrated unprecedented delicacy. He carefully selects his mother's favorite dishes every day and makes them even more delicious than Mrs. Clara. It was difficult for Mrs. Clara to get up, so he fed it to his mother in small sips, and his tone was softer than Kubisick had seen before.

The guy who speaks rude language, does not care about the feelings of others, and is withdrawn and indifferent, can actually suppress his violent temperament for his own mother. This is something that Kubizick could not imagine in the past. This made him realize that he seems to be Haven't really understood this only friend.

It seems that because of Adolf's behavior, Mrs. Clara's face has also become ruddy, and she can even walk on the ground occasionally, but everyone can realize that that day is not far away...

The last time Kubitschek saw Mrs. Clara was a few months later, on the evening of December 20, when she was sitting on the bed with Adolf holding her shoulders to support her. Because when she sits up, the severe pain will be lessened.

After a simple greeting, Adolf motioned to Kubitzick to leave, and Kubitzick was ready to stop disturbing the mother and son.

"Gustav."

Then just before he was about to leave, Mrs. Clara lying on the bed suddenly beckoned him. He did not call Mr. Kubisik, but called him Gustav like Adolf. For Mrs. Clara, this name has a special meaning, because her eldest son who died young was called Gustav.

When he walked to the bed, Mrs. Clara asked Kubisik to lower her head, then stretched out her pale and skinny hand, holding Kubisik's hand, and whispered in his ear.

"After I leave, I will continue to be good friends with my son... He has no other friends except you."

An inexplicable sorrow and sorrow lingered in Kubisik's heart. Adolf on the side lowered his head and did not speak. He bit his lower lip and responded softly.

"Ok."

The next day, Mrs. Clara died in the early morning.

...

The funeral was arranged on December 23, two days later, on Christmas Eve. Few people came to the funeral. There were only a few acquaintances and a few neighbors of Mrs. Clara's life. The few were even desolate.

Yes, after all, Christmas is coming soon.

Adolf’s 11-year-old sister Paula had long been crying, and Adolf restrained herself, but Kubitschek had never seen such an Adolf, the expression of hard work restrained but unable to hide the grief, that is unspeakable grief, the world The person who loved him the most and the person he loved the most left this world,

And the next morning, when Adolf appeared in front of Kubitschek again, he looked very tired, as if one more minute of time might make him completely collapse. He seemed to be at the end of the road, his eyes were hollow, and Kubisick couldn't see any vitality in him, he explained, it was because he hadn't slept all night.

When Kubitschek’s mother asked him where he planned to spend Christmas Eve, he was silent.

His sister went to his brother-in-law Rabaul’s house, but he and Rabaul had been unhappy. In the end, he did not say, but refused the invitation of his friend’s mother to stay at home for Christmas and left alone.

No one knew how Adolf spent that night. Even if Kubisick asked, he just said that he wandered the streets all night.

On that Christmas Eve full of laughter, a person wandered all night in the streets of a snowy night. He has no relatives or friends, and no one will open his arms to welcome him. For him, the world is full of hostility and emptiness.

...

"Follow me, Kubizick."

After the New Year's Day, Adolf suddenly said to Kubitzick that he was so unbelievable, and Kubitzick knew about it, but he never knew that Adolf actually planned to invite him to go to Vienna with him to study.

"but……"

Kubizick hesitated. He was born in a home improvement family. His father was not pleasing to his eyes on his love for music. He felt that "the broken wood" would not make any money at all, let alone allow him to go to Vienna to study.

"Are you worried about your father?"

However, Adolf saw through his mind at a glance, and then he snorted. This is his habit, and his inexplicable conceit made him dismiss many things.

"Don't worry, I will persuade your father."

But Kubisick was a little bit disbelieved. In his father's eyes, Adolf was a young kid with no business and no job. He would not listen to such a kid. But the result was far beyond Kubitschek’s expectations. He didn’t know how Adolf persuaded his father. He only knew that in Adolf’s tense speech, the stubborn and rude father was actually convinced by Adolf. Finally agreed to let Kubitschek go to Vienna to study.

Of course, Kubitschick at this moment still can’t understand how his friend’s ability to speak will have a profound impact in the future...

...

A few months later.

"..."

In the narrow room, there was heavy rain outside the window.

Since coming to Vienna, Kubisick has applied for the Conservatory of Music, unexpectedly smoothly, he was admitted as a student of the Conservatory, so learning music and playing piano became his most important things.

And Adolf, who was admitted to the art academy, was busy. Sometimes he used a paintbrush to sway on the easel, and from time to time he erected the paintbrush to correct the position of the painting; sometimes there are a large number of books, he reads everything, tirelessly, and sometimes he even recites his favorite operas.

Two people rented together in a room, and it was not bad for two close friends to work hard together. Apart from the difficulties in life, it was not bad.

However, what puzzled Kubizick was that since arriving in Vienna, Adolf seemed to be more and more irritable, as if there was something that made him extremely annoyed. The two good friends occasionally quarreled, but after arriving in Vienna, the number of quarrels between the two seemed to have become more and more, and this contradiction was detonated because of the heavy rain.

Sitting in front of the grand piano, Kubitschek played his own score, while the other man tried to recite the opera.

Because of the heavy rain, Adolf could not go to Schönbrunn Palace to recite, but the two could not be performed at the same time. Finally, he yelled at his friend angrily.

"Damn it, can you stop playing that monster."

The music stopped abruptly, and Kubitschek looked at him a little bewildered. His soft nature didn't know how to face the question of his only good friend, so he could only close the piano silently. Then he thought about it, found a piece of paper with some words written on it, and then pasted it on the wall.

"This is our timetable, how about we allocate time according to the timetable."

Adolf glanced at the timetable, which listed all the things they had to do in one day in detail. He snorted coldly and didn't respond.

After the timetable, the days seemed calmer, and the contradictions between the two were slightly less, but until one day, Adolf's temper became irritable again.

"This school has too many old civil servants, old bureaucrats, and too many ignorant and mentally handicapped officials. The whole school should be blown up!"

He yelled, his face was black and blue, his mouth was tightly closed, and his lips were almost pale. But there was a gleam in his eyes. There was a fierce look in his eyes. It seemed that all the hatred was hidden in his piercing eyes.

Kubitschick is about to point out that those who were sloppyly identified under his anger are his teachers and professors, and they have taught him some knowledge. But Adolf took the initiative.

"They rejected me, they rejected me, they abandoned me!"

The hateful eyes were full of anger.

Kubizick was stunned. It turned out that this was the truth, and Adolf was not admitted to the art school at all.

At this time, the puzzling questions about Adolf have been fully answered. Kubitschek was silent. He didn't know how to stabilize his good friend. He asked Adolf if he had told his mother about this.

"What's in your head?"

He asked rhetorically.

"How can I let my mother who is still alive bear this worry?"

The two were silent for a long time. Perhaps at that time, Adolf thought of his mother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then Kubitschek tried to bring the conversation back to reality.

"Now what?"

Kubitschek asked Adolf.

"What to do now, what to do... Are you here again, what else to do?"

He repeated violently.

For this kind of question, Adolf must have asked himself countless times, because he must have never discussed this matter with anyone.

"What should we do now?"

He mocked Kubizick's anxious question again, instead of answering it directly. He was sitting at the table, surrounded by books.

"What should we do now?"

He picked the oil lamp, pulled out a book, and started. Kubisick had to take off the timetable posted on the closet. He raised his head, saw Kubizick's behavior, and said calmly.

"It's ok."