The invincible innocence of bottle evil

Chapter 90 Happy New Year thr

"I will never forget you." Poker Ping said seriously.

Wu Xie nodded. He knew that Poker Finger was not the kind of person who made promises easily. Once he made a promise, he would swear to obey it. Wu Xie was very happy to get such a promise that was almost like an oath.

Wu Xie rested his head on Pokerfing's shoulder, and said sullenly: "It doesn't matter if you forget, the big deal is to get to know each other again, I will bring Fatty, Xiaohua, black glasses, Zhang's family, etc., to do it all over again." Introduced myself."

Poker-Face pulled Wu Xie into his arms, feeling the strong heartbeat of the person in his arms. For the first time, he felt that it was good to be alive, and felt that he was connected with this world.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Poker Bottle asked.

Wu Xie looked at Poker Fing's eyebrows, gently stroked his face, and said seriously: "Maybe you won't believe it, no matter what your name is, whether you are Zhang Kun or Zhang Qiling, it doesn't matter You are the patriarch and you are just a fight, I Wu Xie can't see you being wronged, I can't participate in your past, but your future will be created by me, I will not let you live alone, If you need someone to accompany you to the end, I will not refuse."

Poker-face looked at Wu Xie for a long time, neither of them spoke, time seemed to stop at this moment.

Wu Xie has never been lucky in his 38 years of life, but at this moment he is secretly happy.

He is glad that he was able to create such a big environment in just ten years, and he is glad that he has the ability to read pheromones. Because of this, although he was not able to participate in Poker Bottle's past, But Pokerfing's past has already been deeply engraved into Wu Xie's soul in the process of reading pheromones along with Wu Xie.

Deinking, trumpet temple

The room is very warm, even if it is such a cold weather outside, it can still make people wake up in a stable mood, without the slightest feeling of fatigue after a cold night.

Wu Xie silently looked at the young Poker Bottle. He hadn't finished his homework yet. Seeing him go out early in the morning, Wu Xie silently followed him to the stone in the yard and looked at Poker bottle was beating aimlessly, and the master at the side said that the final shape of this stone was what Zhang Qiling had in mind.

Here, Wu Xie once again saw the phantom related to Poker Bottle through Femenro in the snake venom, but he did not expect that what he saw was such a scene.

It seems that Pokerfing has been like this since he was a child. If you don't take the initiative to talk to him, he can be in a daze for a whole day. If someone makes an appropriate analogy, it's like Pokerfing is like the postman who forgot to tell the destination, but But it is different. If the postman does not know the destination, he will be anxious like an ant on a hot pot, because the postman has the idea of ​​​​delivering things to the destination.

And Poker-face has been like a Buddha since he was a child. If the world doesn't need him, he will be there, and he doesn't even have the desire to think.

It's just that the stuffy oil bottle is not a Buddha.

Those who have thought first and then have no desire are Buddhas, and those who are born without desire are stones.

Maybe the Zhang family just wanted to let Poker Ping find the thing he wanted, so he was asked to refine the stone in the yard every day under the Zen enlightenment of the master. As long as he had a little "thinking" in his heart, the stone would be The stone takes on a meaningful shape.

Wu Xie looked at the boring oil bottle that was hardened every day. Time flies, and it has been more than a year in a blink of an eye. The stone is getting smaller and smaller, and it still looks irregular.

But Poker-Face persisted, Wu Xie didn't know the reason for his persistence, but he didn't want to wake up from this illusion.

Here I refer to a certain place in Zanghaihua, and once again declare the original direction of this article, and will fill in the pits according to the previous route. The in and out parts of the story are based on Ben Sa's personal imagination, so don't spray if you don't like it!

(End of this chapter)