Chapter 1892

Claire and Owen, Owen and Claire. The past between them, no one knows, only from a few words to capture those who have gone with the wind.

At this time, Claire's vision between Owen and Brachiosaurus became soft - her coldness and arrogance gradually faded, revealing a trace of vulnerability and struggle in her eyes. It seems that until now, she has touched Owen's inner wound and awakened those sleeping memories in her mind, which makes her feel a little impatient.

"Shh." Owen gently caresses the head of Brachiosaurus with his left hand. His gentle expression reveals a little sadness, but it is well hidden. Like a sleeping baby, he makes a light voice in his throat, which calms down the noise around him.

Clare's steps finally approached. She hesitated and was afraid - even though she knew that the other was a herbivore, even though she knew that the other was dying, the repulsion of human nature made her step cautiously.

Finally, she stopped in front of Owen and brachiosaurus.

Owen was still patting the head of brachiosaurus. Brachiosaurus opened his eyes slightly, and seemed to enjoy a moment of peace, showing a faint halo. He could not help but groan comfortably, as if he had found some comfort. But this comfort made the pain before death more ferocious - Claire felt it, The vivid and delicate emotion, just like human beings, makes Claire feel the same.

Her eyes fell on Owen's attentive expression, and she could not help squatting down, conquering her inner fear. She hesitated to stretch out her right hand and slowly approached the brachiosaurus head, but she did not dare to be too rash, worried that her urgency might frighten the intelligent creatures in front of her.

Then, Claire noticed that Owen's eyes were projected. The deep and clear eyes were no longer joking. The sincere light covered up the struggle in her heart and nodded to her for affirmation. Then Claire noticed that Owen's right hand was slightly removed, She followed the guide and put her right hand where Owen's right hand was.

Claire still hesitated. Her right hand trembled slightly, but she didn't flinch after all. When her right hand slowly fell on Brachiosaurus' cheek, she could feel the pain and struggle revealed by the gently trembling muscles, as if the vitality was slowly flowing away——

It's not a book number, it's not a park property, it's a life, fresh and real life. It has its own emotions and thoughts, its own happiness and sadness, as well as its own pain and sadness. Maybe those emotions are relatively simple, but they are undoubtedly true.

It's not just it, it should be him or her.

After leaving her office, Claire came into contact with these dinosaurs for the first time. She finally felt where Owen's compassion came from. But... Is it too late? The life in front of her is withering. Has she no chance to recover it?

Clare's eyes also showed a sense of sadness, even the surrounding atmosphere can not help but become soft down.

All of a sudden, Brachiosaurus seemed to notice something, groaning, raised his head, struggling, which scared Claire, quickly retracted his right hand, and cast his eyes to Owen for help. Did she do something wrong? Or what's wrong with Brachiosaurus?

Owen didn't notice Claire's sight. All his attention fell on the brachiosaurus. Not only did he not leave, but he leaned forward slightly, wrapped his head in the temperature of his chest, and whispered, "it's OK. It's OK. " The voice with a hoarse voice revealed some fragile fear, as if he could really feel the pain of Brachiosaurus, as if he was suffering from death again.

Clare looked at Owen as if she had never looked him in the eye so seriously.

At the moment, she can find too many complex and profound emotions in her eyes. She can't clearly distinguish them one by one, but she can still feel the scars and blood hidden under the appearance. This is him she knows, but not him she knows.

His scar, his struggle, his pain, she knew but could not understand - or, before she really had a chance to further understand, he pushed her away, but after a short effort, she chose to give up without hope, she shrank, she was afraid, and she turned away.

She told herself that it was the best ending, for him and for her.

But today, her heart began to curl up again.

Her eyes fell on the brachiosaurus along Owen's eyes. Claire couldn't bear it, but she still felt sorry and cared for it. She leaned forward again, stroked the brachiosaurus cheek and neck with her hands, and brought a little comfort with the temperature of her palms. Then she could see the brachiosaurus make a comfortable low voice.

It's like... It's like the bruised Owen.

If - only if, at the beginning, she could have been more patient, more gentle and closer, could she have healed Owen's wounds? Did Owen push her away because he was afraid that his rudeness and coldness might hurt her? Does her departure push Owen into a more dark abyss? Is their Miss right or a pity?

Looking at the nearby Brachiosaurus, Claire is a little distracted. All the thoughts in his mind are chaotic and turbulent, but he can't get a clear idea.

Then, Brachiosaurus breathed out a long, long breath, as if to vent all the pain. Finally, he closed his eyes heavily, and there was no more movement.

What's going on?

Clare looked back, his eyes a little numb. He looked up at Owen and asked: what's the matter?

Owen didn't answer or even notice Claire's sight. He just watched the brachiosaurus quietly. The mixed emotions between his eyebrows all settled down, and gradually became solemn and solemn. He escorted the last leg of the brachiosaurus in the way of attention ceremony. All the sadness and pain were hidden under the shadow of his eyelids.

He became the Owen Clare knew.

He hid all his wounds, the pain, the sadness, the heaviness, all alone, refused to help, refused to pity, and even refused all those who tried to get close to him, so he protected himself tightly and buried all those dark memories deeply. The fragility that has just been exposed for a short time has now been completely covered up.

Claire suddenly understood.

In this way, tears broke free from the shackles of her eyes and fell down. Clare's eyes fell on Brachiosaurus again. She could not help wondering whether Owen had seen off his comrades on the battlefield again and again, and watched his friends and comrades disappear one by one in front of her, familiar and strange, There is no exception to all of them. Every time he dies, he cuts a wound in his soul. In the end, it becomes fragmented. The scarred soul has begun to numb, and even lost the ability of perception. It seems that it can no longer make up for it.

She can imagine, but she can't understand.

It's like at this moment, she is mourning the disappearance of a life, but she can't really feel the shackles, and Owen is facing those people who are closely related to him every day, just like a wisp of smoke. How terrible the pain is, even if you just imagine it, you can't bear it. Owen pushed away her close and chose to escape. How hard was it behind that?

Claire didn't dare look up at Owen, but just stared at Brachiosaurus, because she knew that Owen had recovered his usual calm and solemnity, but it was this mask that made Claire more sad.

So she knelt down quietly, mourning the death of a life, recalling Owen's words: is she really wrong? To Owen, and to dinosaurs?

And Owen has completed his mourning and memory, and even some cold-blooded, perked up——

He stood up, grasped the rifle on his shoulder again, and moved forward step by step to avoid any potential accident. But after only a few steps, he put down the rifle again, looked at the rolling plains and hills in the distance, and stopped in silence. So he looked at the front quietly without saying a word, However, the slightly tight shoulder lines reveal a sense of suffering and sadness. It seems that they are struggling. Even their feet are becoming light and slow, and their whole body is becoming extremely cold and alienated. They are not joking at all.

There is no need for expression, no need for words, just a figure, which has revealed too much emotion.

Claire catches it acutely, taps Brachiosaurus on the cheek again, feels the rough skin lines for the last time with the temperature of fingertips, and then stands up again and follows Owen's steps forward. Then she can't help slowing down. It seems that she has seen the scene in front of her eyes from a distance, and the shock starts to ripple in the bottom of her heart.

What did they see?

Chen Zihao and Melanie could not help but be curious. They didn't even realize it. They just stood on tiptoe and tried to look at the far end of the scene. However, they forgot that the distance here was so far away that they could not see it even standing on the stairs, let alone stand on tiptoe. However, they could not help but feel the reality from reality to illusion, Let them immerse themselves in it and truly interpret the meaning of "dream making".