Wine and Gun

Many years later, people will also see such a smile on Albarino's face, and he shows such a look to his colleagues or the victims who come to the Forensic Medicine Bureau to make them think that they are really cared for. on.

And Shana's fingers gently smoothed the curly hair of her young son's sideburns—her own hair was a very light, smooth, satin blond, fair complexion, with a pronounced northern Spanish peculiarity. feature.

Her colleagues at the hospital would say that the child looked more like his father, but Shana knew that their cores were so similar.

"You don't have to know it now, you still have time to figure it out, Al," she said, sliding her fingers down the young man's cheekbones. "The most important thing you need to know is: You are free, you are not shrouded in the shadow of your father or me, you can choose to be someone like your father, you can be someone like me, or just do whatever you want."

Albarino whispered, "I feel a longing—"

"Then go with the desire." Shana said flatly, she was still smiling when she said this, and that expression made her look very young, "but don't worry too much, you have infinite time, and - don't be hasty Start it all. You don't have to imitate me, or any of the previous cases, you choose what works for you."

"I know!" Albarino raised his voice slightly, sounding a little distracted, "but what's the right way for me?"

"Experience it with your heart," Shana winked at him happily. "Remember when we were in Paris when you were young, and I showed you The Raft of the Medusa? What did I say to you, Al?"

"We can watch it for as long as we want, and decide when it ends." Albarino replied in a low voice.

"That's it, and it's the same now."

Shana's smile looked softer, and she leaned in and quickly kissed her son's cheek - although the child was old enough to feel a little awkward about this kind of intimacy - and then she took it back The hand that had fallen on Albarino's shoulders stood up on the boat, throwing off the pair of fish-mouth shoes on his feet, the boat swayed because of her movements.

More water splashed, and Albarino was still sitting there, looking up at her. She was facing the direction of the rising sun, so the whole person looked like a faint and dim shadow. The wind picked up the tulle of the skirt on her body, like a rolling blood mist.

Albarino whispered, "Mom—"

"Have we talked about this before?" she said softly. "I think now is the moment, Al."

"I remember we were talking about 'death,'" Albarino noted.

"We talk about it because it's coming sooner or later, and consistently, I want it to happen under my control—because beauty is so fleeting, especially for someone with a rotten body." The few strands of hair that had fallen on her cheeks were brushed aside, and in her hair was cleverly pinned to a flower cluster of hemp leaf embroidery thread, which she took out from the glass bottle at the door before they went out in the morning. Albarino knew she loved the look of helplessness on his father's face when he saw her doing it, and she did it just for fun.

"Is this the right time?" Albarino asked.

"There is never a 'best' time. Just like the traveler in the fable who enters the orchard just to pick the perfect apple, we always feel that the next moment is more suitable than the present." Shana gently Answer, "But wouldn't it be nice to choose to end now? - we're still in the best of times, and you need to step out of the shadows of your parents, especially mine. While I don't want to brag, you seem to be easily influenced by me. , Al."

Albarino seemed to want to protest, or sigh, he muttered a few words, then admitted: "You are right."

Shana snorted: "So come here, my dear. Understand with your heart, you decide when to end it - Al, if you want to figure out what you want the most, you have to see 'death' first. ."

"That's not a pretty thing, it's ugly," Albarino muttered, but he moved a little obediently, getting closer to the bow. "I've been to the morgue at my father's hospital."

"It's true most of the time, but it has merit: it's an integral part of a great journey," agrees Shana, as the golden light of the rising sun grows behind her. Brighter and brighter, brushing her skin with a golden-pink halo.

But Albarino still frowned: "But..."

"I understand why you feel upset. We often don't want to walk down a road alone, for you and your father, but it's essential." Shana said softly, "Memories Let's take a look at the fairy tale I liked to read to you, bury your Suqi in a dry well, and then go back to reality and give her a short funeral: 'Go away, go away!'— Then you are free."

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