[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

When I came back to my senses, the story of the man opposite me had been told for a long time, and there was a long silence by the campfire.

In the past, I was always curious about Poker Ping's life experience, but when I really got such a story from the person concerned, I didn't know how to deal with it.

There are grievances and debtors, and perhaps some members of the tribe who don't know are innocent, but Zhang's elders are absolutely unforgivable.

What happened in the past cannot be changed, but people can change the future.

After the matter of replacing Shi is over, I will do my best to help them get revenge, and I will do my best to connect Poker Ping with the world.

I can only make such a promise, but I will use my life to fulfill it.

As for Poker Bottle, anyway, I'm happy for him.I don't know how he will feel after hearing this story, but I know that comfort is superfluous to him.I am his man and know him best.

But thinking of this, I suddenly came back to my senses.

If the man opposite is really Poker Ping's biological father, then he is my real father-in-law and old man!

After thinking this through, I felt a little tight in my chest, not because I didn't want to see it, but because I was shocked.After all, he suddenly transformed from a stranger with unknown friends and enemies to a father-in-law who I had to greet and call my father. There was not even a transition during the period, and I really had to take it easy to accept it.

So as far as the current situation is concerned, I am quite flustered, but I can't respond to others' words, so I can only say: "The previous words were too aggressive, I'm sorry. Brother, he has just recovered from a serious injury. If you have anything, I'd better wait... ...Wait until he wakes up and then talk..."

After stammering a sentence, I myself felt that there was a faint weakness in the words, which was too different from usual.Even the fat man next to him couldn't stand it, and he secretly poked me, meaning to let me take it easy, the virtue of flattery was too obvious, and the fat man was terrified when he saw it.

I gave him a nonchalant glance, and said to myself that it really doesn't hurt to stand and talk, and now that the relationship between father and son is not handled well, how will my grandfather mess around at home in the future?This is what I call sustainable development.

But to be honest, judging by Bingshan's performance before, he might really not like me very much.If I don't handle the relationship with him well, it will only add to the embarrassment, which I still care about.After all, Pokerfing's kinship line was already very weak. Now that he finally has relatives, he can't let him have too many worries, and cast a layer of dullness on this experience that should be enjoyed.

The iceberg on the opposite side didn't answer my words, but suddenly raised his head and looked behind me with a focused look.

I instantly realized that there was someone behind me, and turned my head, only to see Poker Face silently coming out from the cover behind the tent, and met Bingshan's eyes straightly.From my angle, I can't see his expression clearly, but I just feel that his mood is very calm - this makes me and the fat man a little uneasy.

"You heard it all."

Bingshan said lightly.

Poker bottle nodded slightly, but remained silent.

The time they should have been deprived of too much by fate, so the next time will always be reserved for the father and son to talk alone.I winked at the fat man, and he stood up politely and left with me.

Fatty and I ordered any of the guys not to disturb them, and then patrolled around the outskirts of the camp. Fatty didn't speak all the way, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to greet the elders of Zhang's family. Eight generations of ancestors.

In the end we parted, and the fat man took Xiao Pang back to the main tent to take a nap. After much deliberation, I decided that I should leave some space for Poker Bottle to be alone, so I asked the guy to set up another tent, and then I nestled in to rest.

At first I couldn't sleep very well, and I couldn't help simulating the scene of the dialogue between Poker Bottle and Bingshan in my mind, but I found that most of the time was blank.After all, my body was not fully recovered. After a while, I felt tired and gradually fell asleep.

I didn't sleep deeply during this sleep, I don't know how long it took, there seemed to be some small voices from the outside world, and when I woke up, I didn't see the figure of Poker Bottle, only heard the familiar footsteps gradually going away.

After hesitating for two seconds, I turned over and got out of the tent to call out to him.Poker bottle turned around when he heard my voice, his expression was normal, he looked over calmly, waiting for me to speak.

I pursed my lower lip, knowing that the most distressing situation seems to have happened.

Poker Bottle is well known for his calmness at critical moments. Most of this calmness comes from his substantial experience, which allows him to make extremely accurate predictions before things happen, and another part may come from His sanity and indifference.

Such people often have a shortcoming.Just like the story just now, he can accept it as an established fact, but he may not be able to fully understand the meaning of this story to him, just like... listening to other people's stories.

That's not to say he wasn't touched, on the contrary, he got the shock more than anyone else.Even, this is likely to be an external manifestation of his subconscious "do not know what to do", because even though he knows how to miss from Baima, he has never had a single relative for him to think about.

On the issue of family relationship, he doesn't have any experience to make predictions, he is no different from a newborn baby, worse than ordinary people.So what he can do is temporarily ignore such changes, so that he can not be distracted and make mistakes when performing the most important task now.This is the sticking point.

But I can't bear him to do that.

"I'm going to inspect the circle, together?"

Poker-finger nodded, and we took the less-crowded passage to the outside of the camp.I picked an opportunity to ask him casually: "Brother, what are you thinking?"

Poker-Face was silent for a while, probably thinking about how to express his feelings accurately, and then he only said one sentence: "For him, I didn't feel any connection with this world that he brought me. "

As soon as my heart ached, I was speechless all at once, and the words I had prepared before all lost their meaning in front of this sentence.

At the same time, I suddenly felt that there was no need to worry about this matter.

I can guess that his father has done a lot for Poker Ping secretly, maybe it can be said that it is a kind of compensation, but the relationship between them has entered into a process similar to slow probation, and it is best to let nature take its course OK

"It's okay, little brother." I smiled and put my arm on his shoulder.

"There's still time."

After finishing speaking, my spirit also relaxed, and I couldn't help yawning: "I didn't sleep enough... Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

Poker-Face stopped and turned around to look at me, the expression on his face softened obviously, he didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to hold mine tightly.

I hooked his shoulders and decisively abandoned my new love, and the two went to the double tent where they slept before.

No matter who it is, it is necessary to rest now, not only the body, but also the soul.