Pingxie: Give me three thousand brushstrokes and paint you as a prison

Back at Xiling Yinshe, only Fatty and Xiaohua were there. I took out the ghost seal and told them everything I knew, and they all understood. Maybe not necessarily, we can only gamble with this last hope, Guixi is here, they will definitely come back, it's just a matter of time.

Xiaohua's sadness is beyond our comprehension; fat man's sadness is something we dare not touch; and my sadness is something they dare not mention again.

I'll be waiting for him at Xiling Yinshe. If he doesn't come, I won't leave.

He promised me to be stable for ten years, and I will put him in prison.

Zhang Qiling, you are my ultimate, I can never recover for you.

I searched and found the photo that had been around for a long time. It was the only thing left by my third uncle, and it was almost half a century old.Boyouping is still Boyouping, I am still me, I wrote on the back of the photo in thin gold script: Give me three thousand pens and ink, and I will paint you as a prison.

"What is the bronze door?"

"It's a prison"

"Who is imprisoned?"

"One's heart."

More than two months have passed, and it is good to recuperate at home. I don’t need to measure blood pressure, blood lipids, body temperature and rectal temperature every day. The food is also very good, and my legs recover quickly. At least I can limp now. Walking around, the thread on the wound has been removed, and the store is still the same, or it will not open for three years, and it will be open for three years.

The weather has turned slightly cooler. At noon, sitting in front of the store and basking in the sun is also very good, and life has returned to the leisurely way it was before.

Poker bottle once told me that he is a person without past and future, and now I want to tell him that the past and future are not important, the important thing is now, and I can give him the present.

Poker bottle has been living in my left ribcage an inch from the fourth rib since ten years ago.In fact, it was the same for anyone who entered the Bronze Gate ten years ago. There was always a gatekeeper, a gatekeeper...

I sat at the door of the store, looking at the sky, and said to myself, "Little brother, life is nothing more than that, it's just desolate, you and I have experienced so much, and we have each shouldered our own responsibilities. In the end, It's still far apart. Poker bottle, will I see you again in my lifetime? Are you... all right?"

"Wu Xie! I'm... fine..."

I don't know when there was a person standing in front of me, my eyes were blurred unconsciously, my nose was sore, tears were rolling in my eyes, when a pair of cool hands touched my face, I shook slightly, and I lifted my eyes. At the beginning, looking at him, for a while, tears poured down from the eyes.

Poker-Face squatted down and looked at me seriously, "I'm back."

All the words I wanted to blame turned into tears and a gentle hug in an instant.It's okay, I'm back; it's okay, I don't have to wait any longer; it's okay, it's only ten years; it's okay, the time is just right; it's okay, it's okay...

"Wu Xie, I will be your eyes from now on."

"Then what do I do?"

"You make my whole world!"

——END

August 2015, [-], if you come back, I will wait for you for ten years, if you do not return, I will wait for you for a lifetime.

[Bottle] Disassembled into 'and' and 'wa', which means sitting side by side under the eaves.

[Evil] Disassembled into 'tooth' and 'ear', meaning to whisper in the ear.

[Pingxie] The most heart-warming explanation is - I walk side by side with you, live under the same roof, whisper in my ear, and grow old together.