[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Judging from the current situation, the closer Poker Bottle was to the bronze door, the less pain he suffered.

I felt sorry for him, and I expressed my willingness to enter the door with him several times, but he pursed his lips tightly and refused to agree.Afterwards, no matter how much I persuaded him, he refused to go back, endured the discomfort, and stayed with me in Hangzhou.

To be honest, during this period of waiting to die, it was actually quite leisurely. The two of us stayed in that house in Hangzhou all day long with nothing to do.The only thing that needs to be done is to keep breathing, don't stop breathing, endure the pain and continue to live hard, and strive for another day or two of happy and worry-free days for the world.

Later, the situation deteriorated so quickly that I didn't dare to sleep at all, especially afraid that the world would be destroyed in my sleep, and I wouldn't even be able to see the last side of the bottle.So I found some movies like Chaplin, connected to the home theater, and watched slowly with Poker.

I said it was watching a comedy, but my gaze that was originally focused on the TV screen would always shift unconsciously to Pokerfinger's tired and lifeless eyes.Because of the persistent pain, his face was pale, but he remained expressionless and calm.The drooping bangs were wet with cold sweat, and they lay softly and messily on the side of his face, showing his despondency.

I looked at it for a while, then silently turned my eyes away, not wanting to let my spirit endure the depression and sorrow brought about by such a scene.

After watching a piece of "Modern Times", the two of them never laughed once, but it was me who almost couldn't help but shed tears.I can only take advantage of the intermission to go to the bathroom to wash my face and refresh my mind. I may have used too much force when washing and washing, and my eyes are red.

As if with a premonition, in the last few days, Bingshan came back from the distant border of Nepal once. He didn't stay for a long time and didn't say anything. He just had a reunion dinner with us and left.I knew that he couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he left in a hurry.

On the second day after the iceberg left, Pokerfing's situation took a turn for the worse.

I watched him halfway through his lunch, and he almost couldn't restrain himself from spitting blood.The blood was black, and it made my heart tremble uncontrollably.

Then he slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks, went into the bathroom and closed the door in silence.Then I heard a violent coughing sound from the bathroom. The owner of the sound obviously wanted to suppress the coughing, but failed, and the coughing became more severe.

I clenched my fists, got up without saying a word and got a cup of hot water, then adjusted my facial expression, waited for him to clean up by himself, and then gave him a cool blow.

Without saying anything, he reached out to take the cup and drank the water in it.Then he put down the cup, remained silent for a few seconds, and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug me tightly.

I closed my eyes, and folded my arms, tightly strangling his bony waist.

Both of them were reluctant to let go.

Of course, the culprit who caused all these evil results cannot escape punishment.

That afternoon, with the death of his body, my body finally began to enter the stage of collapse, and I felt continuous pain with him.

This is not the most frightening thing. Accompanied by the pain, the body has an irresistible severe dizziness and nausea. The heart feels like vomiting but can’t vomit. It’s just that there is a stagnation in the chest, which makes people want to Yelling and yelling to vent, but I don't have the strength, I feel so uncomfortable that I want to die.

Only then did he realize that it was not easy for him to endure the past few days, and it was even more uncomfortable in his heart.

Reality is cruel, and people are often powerless.

Even if a person is willing to give his life and everything, he cannot do everything in this world.

Like me, like now.Even if I am willing to end my life in the most painful and miserable way or pay any price for what I have done, it will not help the demise of the oil bottle or the whole world.

All I can do is sit on the sofa in the living room and silently accompany Poker-Face through the last journey of his life.Powerless guilt and pale apology are ridiculous at this time.I can't say anything, I can't do anything, I can only watch helplessly as the end comes.

I have always imagined that I can resist fate, and this may be the merciless punishment he imposed on me.

But I think these are nothing, I am not afraid of losing.And I don't ask much, I just ask that the world can let Poker bottle go.

To this world, he has never had any obligations, let alone bear the double punishment brought about by my mistakes.

He is already miserable enough, so many years of hard work have come to naught, his pain, his confusion, his grievances, who should he tell, and who should he ask for compensation...

Poker bottle said that he is content, I know that is the truth, because he has always been a person who does not want to ask for more, he feels that he is not qualified.

But the hardships of his life, in exchange, should never be such a helpless ending.

……

The dinner that day was not finished, neither of them had any appetite, nor did they have the energy to get up to cook or order, so they simply lay on the big bed in the bedroom with the lamp in the dark.

At nine o'clock at night, Wang Meng was worried about us, so he called.I said in a hoarse voice that it was all right, then changed the subject and asked him what he was doing and whether he was having a good time.

He was silent for a while, said that he was watching a movie with his wife, and then he came out to call me.Then he told me very seriously that his wife is good everywhere, gentle and virtuous, and loves him very sincerely, so he is living happily every day now.

I closed my eyes and said, it's worth it, lucky boy.

After hanging up Wang Meng's call, I felt much better. I wiped off my cold sweat and was just about to say a few words to the person lying next to me when I was unexpectedly patted on the head by Poker Bottle.

That night, we slept soundly with our fingers intertwined, all afraid of losing each other in the coming darkness.