[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

That night, Poker-Face and I made do on a bench at the side of the road sheltered from the wind.

Ever since Brother Zhu slipped away to go to the bathroom and found that there was only a box of chow mein left, he never talked to me again.I tried to appease him so that he could be my little bio-warmer at night, but I tried to no avail.As soon as night fell, he flopped a few times and ran to the tree next to the bench, snoring as soon as he lay down. ——This made me realize once again that Brother Pig is different: Fuck, whose dog climbs trees faster than American round-faced cats.

When I woke up, Poker Face had already woken up, and he was looking at the blue sky and white clouds that he hadn't seen for a long time.

I turned my face sideways, looking at the sign in a daze posture that I hadn't seen for seven years.

I remember a long time ago, when I was the stunned young man who stuck to Poker Bottle like brown candy and tried to cap him. At that time, when I asked him questions about the mystery, he just avoided in a daze. I looked at him sideways. My face was filled with panic, and I wished I could strangle him by the neck and turn him upside down twice, to see if I could shake out the answer I wanted to know like tapping a slot machine.

But now, watching him in a daze, I only have a faint feeling of nostalgia, which made me laugh and say good morning to him.

It's been seven years, and I've seen it too.

What can those mysteries lead to?Just misery and bitterness.So what if you got the answer?I am still me, mediocre, but lost peace and loved ones.Poor oil bottle is still boring oil bottle, and will not be rewarded by God for finding the answer through untold hardships, and will get the happiness that he deserves.

For seven years, no matter how tired I was, I would suffer from insomnia, because I was thinking about this mystery, everyone who participated in this mystery, thinking about Uncle San, Aunt Wen Jin, Huo Ling, Aning, Tucky Shoulders, Xiaohua, Jude Kao, Stuffy oil bottle.Think about their sacrifices, think about their ending.

The conclusion is only one word: the gains outweigh the losses.

It's like a stuffed oil bottle.I once spent a lot of money in exchange for a small part of Zhang Haike's past: he was an orphan, and after being brought back by Zhang's family, he was cultivated mainly because of his unicorn blood.This means: Maybe at the age when I was still squatting in the field of my hometown to catch earthworms, what Pokerfing had to face was the perverted and cruel training and elimination of the Zhang family.

He had no childhood, was excluded by others, and his only rest time was to look at the small piece of sky framed in the courtyard by himself.He has no other way out, if he can't become the best, he can only live miserably, and will soon disappear in Zhang's internal struggle or in the dark tomb.

I had secretly guessed that maybe even Poker Ping's birth was controlled by some invisible force.

A person who has been calculated into this mystery from birth, no matter how strong he is, will eventually be powerless to escape.

When Xiaohua taught me the disguise technique, she rarely commented on Poker Ping, saying that a pervert who can use the disguise technique so superbly, even though the deity looks indifferent and speechless, his heart is complex and full of emotions.

Poker's cold face and few words are just because he has experienced too much and suffered for too long.He has no way out at all.He will be afraid in the face of mysteries, and he will be anxious in the face of tribulations, but his world is cruel and dark, and only the strongest can survive, so he cannot show weakness, not at all.

The whole world is pushing him.

I put myself in his shoes and thought about it. If I were in his situation, I would take revenge on the society even if I had no personality breakdown.But he is still a very principled person in his heart. This is what I admire the most about him since I met him: when someone hurts him, he will show no mercy and give the harshest counterattack.But if someone treats him a little better, such as me and Fatty, who just gave him a little bit of kindness without asking for anything in return, he will always remember it in his heart and protect us at all costs.

Thinking about it this way, my suffering is different from his, and it is all self-inflicted.I really owe a lot to those who wanted to save me, but I just deeply regret it and never regretted it.Because it is thanks to this tricky fate that I can still sit next to Poker Bottle and watch him in a daze, instead of sadly rotting in my antique shop and finally dying in a completely unknown fate.

This makes me deeply grateful.

……

I was thinking about it with sorrow and sorrow, and suddenly a sense of crisis came to my mind. I reflexively turned sideways to hide, and a strong force hit my left shoulder.

Hey, my mother, my left shoulder just dislocated and was reattached. The slap was so hard that I almost burst into tears.

"Hey, little naive, look at you! Why did your vigilance plummet after my little brother came back? Fatty would rather lose some fat by himself in the past two years, and all the yellow croaker heads he saved went into your mouth. What's wrong with this brain?" It’s still missing a muscle.” I’ve been arguing with the owner of this voice for ten years, how can I not recognize it?Every time I was pissed off by him, but hearing it this time made me inexplicably happy.

Turning around, the big face full of flesh, with a little tiredness and a deep smile, was secretly looking at Poker Bottle.

I don't know if my nerves were wired wrong, but I suddenly felt that the fat face was kind and cute. Anyway, I was in a good mood after I took the oil bottle back. I wanted to make trouble with the fat man, so I reached out and pinched it regardless.

The fat man jumped up to Lao Gao, covered the two points with his hands, and screamed disgustingly: "Ah~~~! Men and women can't stand kissing! There is a real master watching over it, the official, you **** How can you tease me!"

People rushing to the morning market in the past all paid attention to us. Even though I have thickened my face in recent years, I can't help the fat man being so disgusting.With the remaining appetite, I deeply comprehended a truth: people will not die if they don't do it.

In fact, Fatty and I have such a fight, one is to express the joy of reunion in a less pretentious manner, and the other is to ease the sense of distance that may arise from the Audio-Technica after seven years.

Fortunately, Poker-Face did not raise his head to look up at the sky in a face-saving way, but just set his eyes on this side, watching silently, but it could be seen that he was listening to the two of us playing tricks.

The fat man poked me behind him, and asked me in a low voice: "What's wrong, little brother? Did you go into the bronze door and shut it stupidly? Why does it feel different, like seeing the Virgin Mary?" When you were stupid, you didn't see him, so you patted him: "Fatty man, can you read a little bit? It's your honor that Brother Douyi condescends to focus his attention on a pile of fat!"

In fact, I have also noticed that since Poyouping and I "talked" on the platform of the snow mountain, although his aura of repelling people thousands of miles away is still daunting in front of people, but in the face of Fatty, especially when facing me, suddenly weakened a lot.

Ruoguo said that seven years ago, I was overlooking from this mountain, while Poker Ping was on that mountain.No matter how I chase, there is such a mountain between us.So after the snow mountains complained to each other, Pokerfing actually allowed me to build a bridge between the two mountains. What's even more rare is that he finally agreed to stop and wait for me.

I don't understand what changed him, and I don't understand why he has the idea and motivation to return to this world again, but I'm really happy that Poker Bottle can no longer be immersed in his own world, no longer Alone and huddled in a dark corner, but willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with me and accept the world again.

Later, the fat man roughly described the situation on his side: After I broke through, the situation didn't change at all. The enemy's offensive was very fierce. Judging from the weapons and fighting methods, it seemed that they belonged to different forces.The fat man thought of a way, and took advantage of the night to walk backwards on the road that must be passed, leaving some traces, and then used a military shovel to dig a hole in the snow, put bamboo charcoal in it and wrapped it with cloth, revealing a gap.Then take off the lens of the windshield and insert it obliquely into the snow.When the sun rose the next day, the snow was very reflective. It hit the lens and refracted into the charcoal bag, heating up the bamboo charcoal. The snow looked like there was no trace, but in fact it was loose, and it collapsed when stepped on. We can only wait for the snow to melt. Refreeze to cross that section of the road.Fatty delayed the time by this, and rushed forward with the surviving buddies, throwing off the enemy.But he was not as familiar with the road as I was, and it took a long time to find the crack in the hot spring, and Poker-Face and I had already left when we entered.In this way, we diverged, and the fat man lost his mobile phone, but fortunately, he ran into us on the side of the road just after going down the mountain and entering the town.In his words, this is "the tacit understanding of the Iron Triangle".

I was enjoying hearing this, and suddenly remembered a very serious matter: "Fatty, do you have any money?" , holding the shoulders of both of us and walking towards the largest restaurant in the town, talking about helping my little brother to clean up the dust and comforting the miserable stomach of the Doudou Refugee Party.

What's rare is that this restaurant serves food quickly and tastes good.The fat man and I were in high spirits, so we both drank some wine.

The fat man drank a little too much, so he took a wine glass from the side, filled it with local specialties, handed it to the Poker bottle, and said, "Brother, in the past seven years, everyone has had a hard time. Having said that, it’s not easy to come back, to save face, brothers, come one?”

Poker Bottle looked at him, and silently took the wine glass.

With the crisp sound of "Dang!", the wine glasses of the three of us collided together.

The feelings of the past seven years of separation that passed from death to life in the past are all condensed between glasses of wine and swallowed by us.

That kind of heart-warming brotherhood that is as spicy as strong wine.

I couldn't help laughing, the fat man looked at me, his mouth also opened, and the cup never closed again.Even Pokerfing's eyes were warmed by the orange light in the private room.

After seven years, the Audio-Technica finally reunited under the witness of Genting.