Kudo

Next, I will continue with the ending of Uncle 817.

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According to the situation when we came, if there is no accident, we must be prepared to hike the snow line.Both the fat man and I are fine, but with the oily jacket and pants on me, it looks a lot thinner.

Poker bottle has been in there for too long, even if his physique is different from ordinary people, he still needs a period of adaptation to deal with the external environment, not to mention the ice and snow when we go up, this is not a joke.In this way, I am faced with a difficult problem: take off?Still not taking off?

I'm an old man, obviously it's not suitable for me to snatch other people's clothes so confidently, but if I take off my pants in front of Poker, the scene will probably be even more embarrassing.

I thought about this question all the way, and I guess I didn't look very good, because the fat man asked me several times, asking if I was in a hurry to pee or to take a shit.Anyway, this fat man has a dirty mouth. After being asked three or four times by him, I actually really wanted to pee, and ran to the corner while scolding my mother.

After urinating all over the floor, I suddenly thought that Bo Youping said that I was old, so I couldn’t help but take a photo of the water stains on the ground with the light, and I felt okay. If there were no people around, it should be easy to please the little girl favor.

Maybe it’s because I’ve eaten kirin jelly, but I don’t really look old, so I guess maybe it was because the light was too dark just now, and Pokerfair saw that my hair was thinning, so he said that.As for Poker Ping himself, there is almost no change from ten years ago, only his hair has grown, but it has not grown exaggeratedly.

Time has left too few traces on him.

"Incessant urination is a disease, and it needs to be cured," the fat man called out to me.

I myself also felt that it was abnormal to look in the mirror in front of the urine, so I quickly pulled up my belt belt, and when I turned around, not only the fat man, but also the oily bottle was looking at me.

I couldn't help calling him, but I couldn't find a topic for a while, so I had to ask him if he wanted clothes.As expected, he shook his head and told me to keep it.

The fat man probably understood what I was thinking just now, and said I was just worrying.I intuited that he had arrangements, or knew something, so I felt a little relieved.Sure enough, the first time I came into contact with the outside light, I saw an acquaintance.

"Give me back the phone." Xiaohua turned on the flashlight with one hand, and opened the other hand towards me.

It was still dark, and the surrounding area was dark. I saw clusters of shadows not far behind Xiao Hua, whose outlines looked like convoys.At this time, I felt completely at ease. On the one hand, it was because Xiaohua was safe and sound, and on the other hand, since there was a team, it would be much easier for Poker.

As for the mobile phone that Xiaohua mentioned, I didn't know what was going on, so I turned to look at the fat man.Fatty came out from behind me muttering, and put the cell phone that had let go of "SeeYou Again" into Xiaohua's hand.Only then did I see clearly that the phone was pink.

I was stunned for a while, a little unbelievable, after all, with the music style of this phone, I couldn't think of Xiaohua's face.

Xiao Hua saw the Poker Bottle behind me, and raised her hand to say hello.I was close to Poker Finger, and I could clearly see his lips moving, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded quietly.He didn't say a word until he got in the car.

Although he was also a stuffy bottle before, I know that something is really wrong with him now.In fact, he didn’t say anything other than the initial sentence “You are old”, which can easily lead me to a misunderstanding, that is, he has rehearsed these three words many times in ten years, That's why he was able to say it the first time he saw me, and apart from these three words, he was close to aphasia to some extent.

It's hard to imagine how it's been for ten years. Such a long time is enough to turn a normal person into a dumb person.

Perhaps because he noticed that I was looking at him, Poker-Face turned his face slightly to look at me.My face was inexplicably hot, I turned my eyes away, and walked towards the convoy.

I got into the same car with Poker-Face, Fatty, and Xiaohua.Xiaohua was the driver, and the fat man said he was big, so he sat in the co-pilot on his own, leaving me and Poker bottle in the back seat side by side.

No one spoke along the way, maybe because they didn't know what to say, maybe because they were tired.Intentionally or unintentionally, I glanced to the side, and saw Poker Bottle leaning on the seat, closing his eyes and resting his mind.Seeing his quiet appearance, I gradually calmed down and fell asleep unconsciously.

I can't remember the dream vaguely, it seems to be something I have done before, places I have been to, countless scenes overlapped back and forth.After being in a trance like this for a long time, I suddenly heard the words "You are old" from Poker Fase in my ears, and I was shocked and opened my eyes.

Probably because we have already gone down the snow line, the team stopped to rectify and rest, Xiaohua rested on the steering wheel, the fat man rarely snored, and everything around was so quiet that it was unreal.

I looked around subconsciously, and the bottle of boring oil was still there.

I can't explain why I have such a subconscious reaction.There is an old saying that "the closer you are to the hometown, the more timid you are". I have passed that stage, but every time I wake up from the dream, I still inevitably feel uneasy.In the past ten years, I have made countless hypotheses. One of them is that one day I woke up and found that everything was actually a phantom in my dream.

Fortunately, Pok You Fing is by my side now, seeing that he is still there, I feel a little comforted in my heart.

The sky has just shimmered a little, and the scenery outside the window is dragged with dim shadows, making it hard to see clearly.I sat for a while, intending to sleep again, but in the end I lost all sleepiness, and instead became more and more awake.

Sitting like this is not an option, I took out a pack of cigarettes in the car, and opened the door lightly.

Maybe the convoy has just passed the snow line, so the outside temperature is lower than I expected, but luckily I can get used to it.Not far away, some guys were dozing off around the campfire. When they saw me, they patted each other and straightened up.I didn't have the heart to argue with them, so I nestled in the corner by myself, sat down on a relatively flat stone, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and smoked slowly.

The sky before dawn is very cloudy, and there is a heavy oppressive feeling, which makes people very uncomfortable, and the only way to relieve this discomfort is probably to look at the stars that have not yet disappeared.I squinted my eyes and foolishly counted slowly one by one. Before I could count the stars, my neck felt sore.

Even so, I turned my neck, exhaled a few smoke rings, and suddenly felt a little more relaxed.

To be honest, this method is still derived from the stuffy oil bottle.For a long time, I was trying to learn Poker's way of doing things and thinking, and then I slowly figured out that the trick is nothing more than two words: filtering, or in other words, selection.

Although a person like Poker-Face will reduce the memory burden due to amnesia, he often has more things to experience in a short period of time. These things may not be important, but they will inevitably happen, so when faced with this situation, he will definitely Take the option.Probably because of this, if you don't have deep contact with him, most people will think that Poker Ping is a bit arrogant. To use a popular word, he is very cold.In fact, Poker-Face simply made a choice, leaving only the people and things he cares about in his eyes.

After understanding this point, when I look back at the ten years I have gone through, I am just happy to be able to get to this day with some people. As for those sufferings and unhappiness, I actually dismiss them.

At this point, my biggest wish now is to have many tomorrows, so I choose to see the light instead of indulging in the chaos that will eventually decay.

One cigarette didn't last long. I pressed the cigarette butts to the ground and crushed a few handfuls. I felt that it wasn't enough, so I took out a second one.

Due to physical problems, I have been deliberately controlling my smoking frequency, but this time the timing is special, I really want to be cool for a while, and by the way, make up for some of the previously held back.

I lowered my head, took the cigarette I just touched, and covered the wind with my hands, and lit the lighter with a "click".Probably because I had nothing else to think about, I was very focused.

At this time, I suddenly found that the light beside me was dimmed.Someone's approaching me, maybe someone trying to get close.I've never been interested in talking to such people, but occasionally I tease them.

Roughly estimated, that person was about seven or eight meters away from me. I pretended not to notice, and calmly lit a cigarette while sinking into my dantian.When that person was very close, I suddenly stood up and shouted: "Who!"

The volume of this loud drink was so loud that I didn't expect it myself.And I didn't expect that it was not the other party who was scared, but myself.

The person who came was Poker Bottle.He was wearing the jacket prepared in the car, standing quietly in the place facing the light, I clearly saw a trace of astonishment flashing across his face.

The scene was very embarrassing, but luckily this place is far away from the car, so Xiao Hua and Fatty would not be woken up, otherwise it would have been even worse.I stayed for a few seconds, flicked the cigarette ash, sat back on the rock, smiled unnaturally, and asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

After speaking, I noticed that his eyes were on the cigarette in my hand.I thought to myself, fuck it, did he see me pressing the cigarette butts in the ground, and came here to criticize me for destroying the environment?

As a result, Pokerfair pointed to the cigarette in my hand, and then pointed to himself.

I've never seen Poker Fing express his thoughts with gestures like this. It's quite interesting, but he didn't dare to tease him, so he obediently handed over the cigarette case and let him take it by himself.Poker bottle took the cigarette case, took a few steps towards me, then got short and sat on the stone with me.

The stones are neither big nor small, and if one person sits wide, two people have to sit next to each other.I was stunned by the action of Poker Bottle, and looked sideways to see him take out a cigarette from the pack, but he didn't tear open the package and chew the shredded tobacco as I thought. This time he borrowed the fire from me.

The way Poker Bottle smokes is very special, without any feeling of distracting emotions, on the contrary, he seems to be smoking this cigarette very seriously.Thinking about it carefully, I actually rarely see Poker Ping smoking a good cigarette. This moment is so memorable that I should really take a picture of it right away and print it as a photo, preferably in a high-end photo frame.

No pretense, just smoking.

By the time I realized it, I had been watching him for a long time, so long that the cigarette in my hand was almost extinguished.Poker bottle seemed to be completely unaware that I was looking at him, and his attention was always on the cigarette, including the cigarette holder, cigarette butt, ash, etc., and his expression was professional. I doubt that he had opened a cigarette factory before. , or about to open a cigarette factory.

If he really wants to do it, it's not impossible.I began to think in my mind how to persuade Xiao Hua to allow me to use some of the debt I should pay off to start the cigarette business for Poker Bottle.

I thought about this question for a long time, until Poker Bottle finished smoking, pressed the cigarette butt on the ground like me, and looked sideways at me, only to find that my cigarette was completely extinguished.

I immediately felt a pity, and I didn't think too much about what I said, so I said casually: "Brother, you don't care about the environment either."

Poker bottle narrowed his eyes and smiled.This is not the first time I saw him smile, but it is indeed the first time I feel that he smiles very easily.

"How does it taste?" I knew he was not speaking well, so I tried to say as much as I could, "You don't smoke often, so you probably aren't used to it. People who are not used to smoking think the smell of smoke is unpleasant."

Poker Ping pursed his lips, I saw his Adam's apple rolling, and after a long while, he said slowly, "You like it?"

His speech was a little slow and his voice was unnatural.This further confirmed my previous conjecture: maybe Pokerfing's fluent "You are old" is really the result of his repeated practice in the past ten years. As for the reason, I don't know.

"I can't say whether I like it or not. I will become addicted after a long time," I thought for a while, and replied, "Sometimes this thing is very useful, at least it can refresh the mind."

"Why do you have to wake up?" Poker-Face asked again, "Now is the time to rest."

I think this kind of questioning is not in line with his style, but I still nodded: "Now it's time to take a good rest, everyone is tired."

Poker Bottle still held the cigarette case in his hand.When I had no time to stop him, he suddenly threw the cigarette case into the nearby grass, and said to me, "Go and rest."

At this time, the starlight has basically faded, but the sky has also become slightly pink and white, and the overall look is much clearer.Poker Ping tilted his head sideways, his face merged into the gradually brightening sky, and my face was reflected in his focused eyes.His expression couldn't be called smiling, but it was really soft.

Countless thoughts whizzed past my mind, and I seemed to understand what he meant, but I was not sure.But one thing can be said directly, I blurted out: "Brother, you really... don't care about the environment."

I don't know whether the pack of cigarettes belonged to the fat man or the little flower. If it was the fat man's, maybe I would have to pay ten for throwing it away.

Back in the car with Poker Bottle, Xiaohua and Fatty woke up, especially Fatty, who twisted his neck exaggeratedly and winked at me.I angrily asked him if he had a cramp or something, but he said in a strange way: "I abused the dog, and I abused the dog again."

I froze, not knowing what he meant.The fat man is older than me, but he likes new things, and I often can't understand what he says.

Xiaohua didn't say much, but the way she looked at me clearly showed that she hated iron but steel, just like my father.I was baffled by these two people, and asked the fat man: "What kind of dog is abused? Fat man, the train running in your mouth is becoming more and more difficult to guess."

The fat man gave me an inscrutable look, then turned his head and ignored me.Xiaohua sneered, and replied, "Wu Xie, do you know that there is a kind of dog called single dog."

The two sang together, no matter how stupid I was, I felt that something was wrong, and I secretly scolded them for taking too much of their jokes, and if the boredom flares up, the whole convoy will be shaken.Fortunately, Poker Fase might not have understood, so he sat silently on the side with a calm demeanor.I figured he'd probably turned on filter mode again.

Shortly after getting in the car, the team restarted.At first, because I had smoked, I was still relatively sober, and I talked to them casually, and Poker Fever would occasionally interject a sentence or two. Although the words were few, I was already very relieved.Later, I can't remember when it started, and I finally fell asleep slowly during the long turbulence. In my dream, I was sitting with Poker Face and smoking a cigarette.The difference is that this time after he finished throwing the cigarette case, he stood in front of me, suddenly bent down, brought his head closer, and touched the corner of my mouth.

The pixels of the dream are very high, and I can see Poker Face's face clearly. His eyes are closed, his lowered eyelashes and hair brush the side of my face, and his whole person is like a painting quietly.

Poker bottle has a certain temperament, which makes whatever he does very natural, but I didn't expect that even playing hooligans.

I heard myself asking him: How old am I?

Poker-Face smiled, and said something to me indistinctly, I couldn't hear clearly and wanted to ask, but I couldn't make any sound.Poker-Face straightened up, as if asking me to follow him, but I sat on the rock and couldn't move, watching him go far away, my brow was sweating, and I called him desperately.

Then I was woken up by myself.

As soon as I woke up, I felt that my posture was wrong. I probably fell asleep on someone. When I opened my eyes, I saw a section of my neck.Needless to say, I knew that this must be a stuffy oil bottle, and I almost fell on him with my whole body.

I quickly sat up and apologized.Poker-Face's expression was calm, and he didn't pursue it with me, but I was flustered with embarrassment on my face, and I asked a lot of stupid questions about whether my shoulders were numb, whether my arms were sore, and so on.To my questions, Poker-Face shook his head and finished answering, saying that he was not under any pressure, and then he asked me what I had just dreamed about.

The fat man snorted loudly, and Xiao Hua's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror for a second, and the eyes were a little subtle.

My heart skipped a beat: Am I talking in my sleep?

Carefully recalling the lines in the dream, I felt that I was really good for nothing. Poker bottle said that I was "old", but I couldn't even forget the dream.What's even more frightening is that not only do I not feel disgusted by the dream that the oil bottle touches the corner of my mouth, I don't even feel that it is against harmony.

It's over, according to this trend, it is not impossible for me to dream about the stuffy oil bottle.

Poker bottle means too many things to me. These things are complicated and difficult to express, but they are all very important without exception.He has made sacrifices for my entire family and saved my life countless times. The great debt I owe him cannot be repaid in several lifetimes, but this is only the most superficial. If you look deeper, what he gave me is far away. More than these.

I've done a lot of things in the past ten years, most of them are so bad that I can probably die once a day.I didn't mention it to my family, but they were more or less aware of it. Once my mother called and scolded me, saying that she wouldn't go home after so long. up.I understood that there was something in her words, and I reassured her that I had the gold medal in my hand, and nothing would happen.

This death-free gold medal is Poker Bottle.Granted, he wasn't there for me, but I discovered early on that no matter what dilemma I faced, just thinking about it would always lead to the answer.Perhaps for most people, Poker Bottle is a person full of mysteries and elusive, but for me, his existence itself is like a source, even if it is thousands of miles away, it can save me from the predicament of being a fish in a rut.

Based on this calculation, Boyouping is definitely my lifeline, so of course I can't treat him badly, just kiss him, anyway, it's a dream, it doesn't matter so much.

So I confessed openly: "I dreamed that you were playing hooligans...and stole my cigarettes."

It was probably the first time Pokerfing was called a hooligan, and his expression was startled.

I laughed and passed the topic, and very rudely woke up the fat man and asked him to tell a few jokes.The fat man said that he was dating a beautiful woman in his dream, and he was woken up by me, a wretch before kissing him. Want a joke?Yes, he can beat me into a joke.

I suddenly thought of Yun Cai, and let him curse a few words without making a sound.

After leaving Changbai Mountain, our first stop was Beijing. Xiuxiu personally brought someone to pick us up at the airport. I saw her holding Xiaohua's arm, and I suddenly felt that she had also reached the age of being urged to marry.Fatty walked next to me, and I noticed that his eyes were a little red.

"Still regretting the beauty in the dream?" I elbowed him, deliberately joking, "Hangzhou girl Shui Ling, why don't you just go and walk with me, why are you dreaming?"

The fat man immediately put on a serious face and criticized me: "Do you know what a dream lover is? No girl in this world is better than the one in your dream."

He hummed a song while talking, and I only understood one sentence: You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you with my heart——

Hey!stay!

After we had dinner together, the fat man kept Poker Ping and me overnight.Early the next morning, I went to the glasses shop on South Street.

Not far from the shop, I met Su Wan who was carrying a vegetable basket on the road. The two looked at each other for a moment, and he greeted me first.

The reason why I was stunned was because the vegetable basket in his hand was too huge. I swear, I have never seen such a large vegetable basket in any supermarket.In addition, this kid's arm strength is also amazing, such a big basket is stuffed to the brim, but he can walk like flying.

Seeing me staring at the basket in a daze, Su Wan pouted towards the shop, saying that I bought it for the black glasses.Then he looked me over from head to toe, and then asked me if I was hungry.

I said so-so, normal appetite.

He was a little embarrassed, saying that he really didn't have any money, and if I had a small appetite, he could barely treat me for a meal.

I laughed when I heard this: "Do you think I'm an iron cock? Do you want to treat me like a kid? Walk around, call out the blind man, and the senior brother will take you to a meal."

I know Su Wan's family background. I can vaguely guess how much he said.As for the black glasses, my apprentice is very unqualified, and now I am lucky to have this little junior, I will help him as much as possible.

I watched Su Wan carry the basket of things, jolting towards the yard.He entered a room, and ran out again after a while, smiling and saying that our master is still sleeping, why don't we wait until next time.

I nodded and told him to tell me the bank account.The kid immediately became unhappy, turned around and ran away.I grabbed him and threatened threateningly: "If you want to pay it back, you will pay two for five. Do you dare to borrow it?"

Su Wan hesitated to give me a series of numbers, I wrote them down on my mobile phone, and asked him casually how much the blind man weighs now, if he feeds on that basket, sooner or later he will turn into a pig's head, you are spending huge sums of money on breeding, you have to bankrupt yourself Woolen cloth?

Su Wan groaned and panted for a long time before telling me hesitantly that he was not really short of money, but the medicine for black glasses was too expensive, and his pocket money would be gone in a while.As for the big basket of vegetables, it was because the black glasses gave him too much money for the vegetables, and they always threatened him that he must spend them all.

I completely understood. On the one hand, I sympathized with the stomach of the black glasses, and on the other hand, I lamented the IQ of the little junior: "You pay, but he can't ask for it in vain. You understand the truth. You always buy so many vegetables, don't waste it?"

Su Wan scratched his head and said something I didn't expect.

He said, of course I know, but he has been tired for too long, and I really want to support him.

Based on this sentence, I gave up the idea of ​​entering the yard.I'm sure they're all doing well.

On the way back, I felt very relaxed and squinted to look at the street trees on both sides.The morning sun shines through the leaves, and is blown by the breeze, and the eyes are full of golden light spots.At the end of these golden street trees, two people were waiting for me.

As soon as we met, the fat man asked me how I was doing.I said that the blind man really picked up a good apprentice.Damn it, the fat man insisted that I was narcissistic, and even sued Poker Ping.

After arguing for a while, I asked Fatty if he wanted to go to Hangzhou together.The fat man chuckled and said that he had been in the capital for so many years. As a good seedling of the motherland, as a good citizen and a good commoner, he settled down and relocated, and he didn't want to move.

Later, the fat man saw us off, and I asked him again.This time he patted me on the shoulder and replied: "I'm not very interested in Hangzhou, but the Fujian Yucun you mentioned seems to be pretty good. If you plan to leave someday, remember to bring your fat man with you."

At the end, he added: It was raining and cloudy, maybe someone was waiting for me there.

My heart moved, and I smiled with relief, saying that you have to prepare early, and it will probably be soon.

Regarding the matter of Yun Cai, I have always been worried that Fatty would not be able to get out. Now that he can say this is already the greatest comfort to me.If the past ten years are compared to a long dark night, then now, even if the stars are rising little by little, I should have no regrets.

When we arrived in Hangzhou, it was already night, and Poker-Face and I didn’t have much luggage, so we decided to go for food first.A thought came to my mind, and I asked him if he would go to the building outside the building.Boyouping has always been indifferent to these trivial matters, so after ten years, we once again sat opposite each other in the building outside the building.

This time I ordered a lot of wine, and bottles and cans were placed on the table.Boyouping doesn't know what I mean, he will drink with me when I drink it, but he won't get drunk, I will.

All the way from Changbai Mountain to here, I didn’t communicate much with Poker Ping. On the one hand, he was taciturn, and on the other hand, although I had a lot to say, I didn’t know where to start. It's easy to be embarrassed.It is said that wine is strong and cowardly, and I have the same mentality now. I drink as much as I want. After drinking, my eyes are full of double images, and my tongue is so numb that I can't move it.

I cursed in my heart that the so-called utterance of the truth after drinking is a lie, my tongue is numb, and it is a fart.I wanted to at least say a few words to Poker Bottle while I was sure I would wake up at the end, but just after I finished cursing this sentence in my heart, I fell asleep.

Fortunately, this sleep was not long, so I wouldn't wake up until the next morning without leaving any stamina.When I woke up, I felt that my body was shaking, and there was a piece of something on the side of my face, which was wet and very uncomfortable.Soon, I found that I was being carried on his back, and there was a large piece of tears or saliva stuck on his back.

Although I can only see the back of the opponent's head right now, I'm still sure that this person is Poker Bottle.

Sensing my movement, Poker Face stopped and put me down.I was still drunk, my head was dizzy, my legs and feet were weak, and I couldn't stand upright, so he let me lean on him, and then pointed me in a direction.

The two of us stood under the street lamp on the bank of West Lake, our shadows were glued together, roughly looking like one person.I was a little dazed, and followed his finger to see that a cruise ship with neon lights was just passing slowly on the lake, reflecting the sparkling water of the lake.

This brightly colored picture made me sober.I looked at it for a while, smiled like a cramp, and said with my tongue out, "Very, very beautiful."

I felt that I couldn't rely on him all the time, so I moved and wanted to lean on the streetlight by myself, but I staggered and almost jumped into the water on the spot. Thanks to Poker Ping's quick eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed me into his arms.

This sudden hug made me stunned, and Poker Face seemed a little stiff, but he didn't let go, instead wrapped his arms around my back, wrapping me tightly.His heartbeat was clearly conveyed to my ears.

I stayed for a long time before I slowly raised my arm and hugged him backhanded.I feel like I'm such an idiot. There are many things that I don't even need to say, and I know all about it.

"...Little brother, you are so smart." I tried to straighten my tongue and gave him a sincere compliment.

Poker bottle must have laughed, I felt the air in his chest vibrating.He smiled for a while and whispered "hmm" in my ear.

All of a sudden, I'm half sober now.Buried for a while in the nest of Poker Bottleneck, I asked him: "Did you already think about the lines you will say when you see me again ten years ago? I am really much older?"

Poker-Face was silent for a while, and then said: "No. But you are very tired."

I froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that Poker-Face did not judge me from my appearance to say that I was old. The reason why he was able to think of this line in advance was because he knew that I had lived very hard these ten years, just like him I knew from the beginning that I would not let go willingly, and I would definitely go through this ten years.

When he said you are old, he actually said that you have worked hard.

My eyes felt hot for no reason, and I held back abruptly.In the ten-year long night, the stars do not exist forever, but Poker-Face itself is not limited to this decade. I can find his shadow anywhere, even in a rough statue or in a painting. The blurred outline of the pheromone, the afterimage of a piece of feather in the pheromone, is enough for me to continue with the next one.That's why I said, Poor oil bottle is the life gate in my life.

How lucky I am.

Afterwards we stayed in a pavilion by the lake for a long time, and gradually I was completely freed from the paralysis of alcohol, and my speech became more and more fluent.I talked about the rain village in Fujian, the spectacle of the millennium rain, and the kind of food that can make a long memory.In the middle of the night, the cruise ships on the lake stopped, and the tourists dispersed. Gradually, it was only him and me sitting shoulder to shoulder, watching the shadows of grass floating in the water and the moonlight crumpled by the breeze.

I suddenly thought of something, took out my phone and turned on the screen, the time was one minute past one.Poker bottle also saw it, he didn't speak, but held my hand firmly.

"Happy Qixi Festival," I blinked, "As a gift, I will tell you a secret."

As I said that, I straightened my face and deliberately made my tone extremely serious: "I was in the car before, I dreamed that you did something bad to me, you have to be prepared to pay for it."

What I said was the highest state of making trouble out of no reason, but Poker Face was not deterred at all, and instead asked me calmly: "What's the matter?"

Immediately, I felt unwilling, so I leaned forward suddenly, touched his lips boldly, and then asked provocatively: "That's it. Tell me, how do you pay for it?"

The words that Jiu Zhuang is cowardly are true. The sobriety before was completely an illusion. My situation at the time was obviously caused by the strength of Jiu.Therefore, there are three major illusions in life: I am not drunk, I am really not drunk, and I am sober.

As for Poker Bottle, he did not answer my compensation question in the end.

Because he directly repaid enough money.

END