[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Counting now, this is the fourth time I have had contact with him in my life.

When I arrived, he was sitting peacefully by the bonfire in the middle of the camp, holding the dried meat in his hand, silently feeding the black eagle on his shoulder.

The Wu guys circled around him with their guns, but the black glasses should have given an order to wait and see, and disappeared inexplicably. The guys just focused on aiming and guarding.

No one dared to shoot.

The eerie silence and extreme tension spread throughout the camp because of the arrival of this person.

Poker bottle was still sleeping peacefully.

It was very warm near the bonfire, but the iceberg man's eyes were as cold as ever, even a little hollow.His eyes are defocused on a certain point in the firelight. From the perspective of others, he seems to have become a world of his own. Under the eternal loneliness, he does not know what kind of life it is.

I stood quietly for a while, then waved to the guys to make them back off, and I sat down with the fat man on the opposite side of the campfire.

He finally turned his gaze and glanced at us very quickly, but remained silent, just teasing the eagle on his shoulder.

Fatty and I looked at each other, and we could see the hesitation in each other's eyes.

This Bingshan psychopath has always been in a very embarrassing relationship with us. If it is an enemy, he saved me from Zhu Jiuyin and the Wang family. If it is a friend, this old boy kicked me off the cliff. Can remember clearly.Also, his attitude towards Poker Finger, or in other words, Poker Finger's attitude towards him was abnormal.These also indirectly lead to the current problem-we don't know how to treat him.

Fatty was very careful about such sensitive issues, and he was even more calm than me. He stared straight at the opposite side of the campfire, with a desperate posture to exhaust him to the end.But in this way, my situation is even more embarrassing.Speaking of which, this camp is the domain of Master Wu Jiafo, and now such an uninvited guest who looks awesome has come. Before the enemy and friend are known, as a leader, all I can do is to arrest or drive away, and the unstable elements cannot stay. .

Talking to smart people is boring, I coughed lightly, and said calmly: "I know, if you want to leave or stay, we can't stop you. Thank you in advance for what happened before. If there are any conditions, as long as I can If you can, just mention it. However, if you are looking for Zhang Qiling for surveillance, or to make profits for the Zhang family, then get out, otherwise... don't blame me for being rude."

The atmosphere became tense in an instant, and the fat man, who was pretending to be relaxed, had already quietly touched the waist knife behind him, and the situation was imminent.

The person opposite was not affected by us at all, he just raised his head and stared at me indifferently, and then said flatly: "I am his biological father, why can't I see him."

——A completely unquestionable tone.

It took a full ten seconds before I could barely accept the huge amount of information brought by the word "biological father".

After being stunned for a while, the fat man finally couldn't bear it and said:

"Hey, I didn't say you... Who are you taking advantage of? You! Do you know how old my little brother is? It's really impolite to be so close!"

I patted the fat man on the shoulder, signaling him not to provoke him.I don't know why, but I have an indescribable feeling.When he said that in a flat tone, deep in my subconscious mind, I actually believed him: the first impression I had of the man opposite was very similar to the Poker Bottle at the beginning.It stands to reason that a person like me who is good at making friends has his own set of coping methods in the face of various personalities. There is only one kind of person, and I haven't thought of a good strategy to get close to it until now.Because of their attitude, it is completely unnecessary to have any relationship with me.For example, the original Poker Bottle, such as the middle-aged man sitting opposite me now.

I have always felt that silent people always give people a very awesome illusion.I looked up and looked across the campfire, and suddenly wanted to know what was hidden under his eyes.

After a long period of time, no one made a sound by the campfire until the man on the opposite side spoke and slowly told a story.

From the perspective of the time period when this story happened, at that time, there was no dull oil bottle in the world, let alone me.

According to my investigation and calculation, the birth date of Poker-Face was roughly around the 31st year of the Republic of China, and the date has not been verified so far.

In the first few years, the tearful stone statue in Medog not only gave me another clue to the bronze door, but also involved a series of variables related to the replacement stone.As the mystery gradually unfolded, by chance, I also heard a story from my master.

Now that I think about it, these two stories are closely related to each other, or in other words, I look at the same sad story from two completely different perspectives. I can only reorganize it here, and use the perspective of others to do the following Narration: Around 1990, Pok You-ping walked out of the snow-capped mountains for the first time and entrusted his memory to Lama Deren. It was also there that he met a woman.

The master said that the woman was a Tibetan doctor when she was young. She was very beautiful, with a very pale complexion, not like the Tibetan skin color. She was also intelligent, with deep and dark eyes.She often takes a big eagle to haunt the border, only in extremely remote places, to treat people in need.She saves good people and bad people, but there is only one kind of people that she does not save, that is, people who do not want to live and want to die.

The last time she was seen "alive", she was planning to cross the border to Nepal.She goes there every few years to help people who are struggling to survive.

But this time was different.By the time she came back, too many years had passed.

In Nepal, a female Tibetan doctor encountered a seriously injured man who was dying in a hidden cave on the side of a mountain.His bloody smell was smelled by the eagle, which made her discover him.

The female Tibetan doctor would not do anything to save her. She tried her best to climb up the steep mountain wall, but when she approached the cave, she heard a weak dog barking.Only then did she realize that there was a very small dog squatting next to the man. Like his owner, it was covered in blood, and its fur was turned up, revealing the festering wound underneath.He didn't seem to be able to stand up, but he still gave her a warning.

Immediately afterwards, the seriously injured man opened his eyes, quickly focused, and stared at her coldly.

It was a very cold and unkind look, but she was not afraid, she just walked to him silently to get his pulse - she had seen too many vicious people, all she had to do was to save people, what was going on in the man in front of her? What happened has nothing to do with her, save him, and she can go to treat the next person.This is the belief she has followed to this day.

The man didn't say much, but he still maintained great vigilance. For three days in a row, they didn't speak a word to each other. They played the roles of patient and doctor intently, and no one overstepped.

Of course, if things continue to develop like this, they will eventually break up without saying a word, and they will just pass by each other.

If that was the case, many of the following things might not have happened, and the person who was doomed to ill-fated fate might not have been born in this world.

Too many people's fates have been separated from the original track forever because of an accident and a momentary emotion at that time.