[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Xiling Yinshe is located at the southern foot of Gushan Mountain in West Lake Scenic Area, Hangzhou City, Zhejiang Province, with Baidi in the south, Xiling Bridge in the west, and West Lake in the north.

The small antique shop that I haven't seen for several years is located beside a secluded and independent path on the hillside of Xiling Yinshe. It exists silently, ordinary and unadorned.

Hangzhou in the early morning is the most beautiful. When Poker-Face and I came to the store, it was just after 8:[-] in the morning, and the tide of tourists had not yet come online.My small shop in a worrying location is even less popular, deserted, and in the winter when the cold wave hits, the fallen leaves are blown around by the cold wind under the plaque I personally inscribed, looking pitiful.

I am really familiar with this scene, and I haven't tasted this kind of unusual feeling for a long time.

But I get it.Back to Hangzhou this time, I just came back to be a passer-by. The matter is not over, and it is continuing without pause.And I finally pushed myself to the point of no retreat.

Looking at the familiar streets behind me, I compared my mentality when I returned to Hangzhou several times many years ago.

During those few times, the first feeling I felt when I returned to Hangzhou was exhaustion.

"Never go to that kind of place full of ghosts and ghosts again, and don't want to pursue those meaningless mysteries."

"This time must be the last time."

This was a common thought at the time.

But not this time.

I'm not tired, I even have a feeling that I'm not.

The fat man once said to me, "Your game may not necessarily be my brother's game."

And the one in Banai said resolutely: "I can only walk alone on the road ahead. You have no way to walk with me. It is too dangerous, and this matter has nothing to do with you. You have walked with me enough. It’s too much, the next road is the last road, none of you can bear it, I hope you don’t follow me anymore.”, the Poker Bottle who refused me and the fat man to accompany me again, is now silently stand by me.

This is already the best result I can imagine, and I deeply know that I should be content.

Poker bottle has been staring at the plaque, probably remembering the scene of coming to my shop to say goodbye to me seven years ago.

I am also silently recalling:

In the early autumn of that year, I rode my bicycle around the lake and came back, covered in sweat.I leaned the car against the door of the store, and suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man standing in the corner of the store. He was flipping through some unsalable rubbings we sold. He was wearing a black sweater and placed beside him. With a big backpack.

"Isn't he heading north all the way to his end?"

I wonder.Then I felt inexplicable joy, even a little unbelievable.

But after that, from the moment he said to me: "I'm here to say goodbye to you, my time is up.", until I was pinched unconscious by him mercilessly in the crevice of the snow mountain.This thing is completely out of my control again.In the face of Pokerfinger's toughness, all my efforts were powerless and pale.

Before I could react, the most important person was gone.

All that was left to me was seven years of depression and regret.

I also deeply understand that that was the price I paid for my incompetence at that time.

……

"Boss, you're here."

After those years of inhuman torture, Wang Meng has become an exceptionally calm child.When he saw the two of us coming to the store early in the morning, instead of going in to sit, one or two of us stared at the plaque in a daze, thinking about our own things, and didn't bother us.I just quickly went to the back hall to make two cups of the best West Lake Longjing, moved out two custom-made benches that I used to lie on a long time ago and played online games with a notebook in my hand. .

I looked down at him, he was secretly looking at Poker Bottle.Pokerfing glanced at him indifferently, then missed his gaze, and went to observe the furnishings and goods in the store.

I think that Poker-Face must be a magical existence in Wang Meng's eyes: in the days when I first pursued the puzzle, that is, in the few months when I first met Poker-Face, I once took out the group card of the archaeological team. The photo was printed in color, and the oil bottle was cut out and pressed under the glass of the desk.

At that time, I didn't have "that" thought about him (I can't rule it out, but I didn't realize it myself.), looking at his photo is actually to curse him, and use it to give myself the motivation to find the answer: What an unlucky guy, what a great skill, what a great actor, what a man with a paralyzed face?Hand over my dragon back, don't think that you can keep silent because you saved my life. It's great to have a secret. Is the first brother on the road very arrogant? Tell me, answer questions, dare you? Don't look at the sky, dare not pretend to be a melancholy literary youth? !You don't tell me, do you? I will check it myself!

In short, I was also young and energetic at the beginning, and I had a deep resentment towards Boyouping.Although he was a little worried about his safety when he came out of Lu Palace, but after hearing that he was still alive, he still hated this silent kid very much.By the way, there is another debt that I didn't ask him to settle, that is, later on, this guy played me as a bald donkey, which made me sick.

Once Xiao Wangmeng cleaned up my desk and saw that I was bruised all over my body while looking up information and glaring at the Poker bottle in the photo, and asked me: "Boss, who is this? Your college classmate?"

I said to myself, if this guy is my college classmate, I will definitely put LSD in the water dispenser, so I can't kill him.Just nonsense: "Oh, no, it's a friend introduced to me by my third uncle."

So Xiao Wangmeng's first impression of Pokerfing was probably just a random person.

Later, I experienced a lot with Poker-Face.Gradually, I began to understand that this person was not what I thought at first.

He has an extremely mysterious life experience, courage far beyond ordinary people, kindness to help others, and even unknown fragility.I began to understand that he was just a flesh and blood person, he could laugh, and he was worried and worried about something.

It was also during that time that Wang Meng especially liked to hear calls looking for me, especially when the call came from a person named Fatty Wang.Of course, that's not because they're in the same family, but because that phone call sure means I won't be in the store for months.He can take a salary of 800 yuan, blow on the air conditioner, play minesweeping, and be at ease without being under my supervision, just like a paid vacation.

Later, the deeper I got to know Poker-Face, the harder I became his brother fan group, chasing him all the way, trying to save this "missing boy".Until he said to him stupidly by the bonfire in Tamutuo: "If you disappear, at least I will find out."

I think it was probably at that time that Poker-Face began to regard me as an important friend.

But then, the meteorite of Queen Mother Xi, the amnesia of Poker Ping, and the man in the stone of Banai... As the mystery unfolded in front of me, more and more dangers came, and my days to return to Hangzhou became numbered. Counting, running outside almost the whole year, going in and out of dangerous situations with Poker Ping and Fatty, narrowly escaped death.

It was a tough time, and nothing went right.Every time I went back to Hangzhou, I was injured and depressed.And because he missed the situation of Poker Ping and Fatty, he ran away after two days of recuperation.

Wang Meng no longer looked forward to the phone call, but hoped that the phone would never ring again.

I knew he was scared, afraid that sometime I would be found by a phone call, and I would go on another adventure with the person on the photo and Boss Wang on the phone.Then, one day, there is no coming back.

At that time, Poker Ping's name was like an air raid siren to Xiao Wangmeng, once he heard it, he was afraid of it once.

Until the end, that autumn seven years ago.When Wang Meng saw the person in the photo, he appeared in front of him in his original form.

I think he must have been shocked and frightened at the time: he was shocked that the Lord had come, and he was afraid that I would come out of the mountain after a year of seclusion, just like how I often act in martial arts movies, to make an appointment with my old friends , to die.

Sure enough, his boss ran away with the man in the photo in spite of everything, and disappeared for half a month. The phone was turned off, and he couldn't be contacted at all.Then a group of men came from the shop, and they arrested him to Changsha, where he began a five-year life in hell.

That was the greatest ups and downs in life that Wang Meng had experienced since he was born, and this change began with the appearance of Poker Bottle.

I think Wang Meng must have been ruthless at the man who made his boss feel uneasy at first, but later he came into contact with the Taoist affairs, and also learned a lot about me and Poker Bottle from the fat man and the blind man.The more he understands, the longer he struggles with me and sees my pain, the more he doesn't know what attitude to use to face Poor Oil.In the end, he struggled with himself for a while, and decided to wait until we met to get along well—after all, he was the man the boss liked.

……

After a curious investigation, Wang Meng looked at me, forgetting all the calmness of these years, blinked at me, made a "V" in his hand, and said with a playful smile: "Congratulations boss, congratulations boss, this... Finally found it! It’s not easy.”

I knew he was really happy for me, so I laughed with him, patted Poker Ping on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "This is the dumb Zhang, the first brother on the road that you have admired for a long time, and he will be called Master Zhang from now on. Seeing Master Zhang is like seeing me, so he will take care of you, understand?"

"Understand! Understood! Master Zhang, please take a seat."

Poker-Face didn't give the "good guy" Wang Meng any face this time, so he stood where he was and said calmly, "There are people upstairs."

I was startled, Wang Meng already said embarrassedly:

"Boss, I'm getting married. Upstairs is my fiancee."

The topic changed so quickly, I was dumbfounded for a moment, and immediately remembered the sunny beauty I saw on the TV wall, and suddenly felt a sense of surprise to marry my son: "Okay, I didn't see that your kid can capture a girl of that level , Yan Fu is not shallow."

"The boss won the award, are you envious and jealous?"

I raised my hand and patted him, laughing and scolding:

"Why haven't we seen each other for two years and have become the same? Haven't you heard that a friend's wife is rude."

After I finished speaking, I felt that something was wrong, so I quickly used my peripheral vision to sweep the bottle of boring oil.He stood there, looking out the door quietly, as if he didn't listen to us.

Fortunately, Wang Meng was smart and began to pretend to be pitiful:

"Hey, Boss, I've loved this one all my life. Sincerely, do you have the heart to beat a mandarin duck?"

I hurried down the donkey:

"You think I'm Ma Wencai? The marriage is guaranteed! Remember to have a wedding wine then, and I will give you a big red envelope!"

……

After the commotion here, I remembered the business, so I greeted Wang Meng:

"Go get that."

Wang Meng understood and went upstairs.

I poked the Poker Oil bottle and said:

"Brother, I have a gift for you."

He froze for a moment, looking at me with a little doubt in his eyes.

I smiled, took a brocade box from Wang Meng, and handed it to Poker Ping.

He held the brocade box, weighed it, stared at me inexplicably, and lifted the lid.

Lying quietly inside is the black gold dagger that the fat man found in the ancient building of the Zhang family. The fat man added a handle made of wild stag antlers to it with his own hands, and gave it to me as a birthday present for Poker Bottle. If there is a mistake, send it to Wang Meng for custody.

In fact, when it comes to this matter, I still feel a little regretful.I have carefully checked the source of the black gold ancient knife, and checked all the Wu family's stores and supply channels in Hangzhou and Changsha.Suddenly, it was discovered that this dragon's back, which symbolized the beginning of everything, was actually an "impossible knife" - it appeared at the third uncle's house without any traffic, as if it fell out of thin air.

In the name of a business three years ago, I found a rainy season and brought more than [-] guys back to Snake Marsh.Although I know that smearing mud can avoid snakes, but the rainforest is too big, as long as the black gold ancient knife sinks in the mud, it is difficult to find. I searched for eleven days, and finally returned it because of insufficient supplies.

It was also at that time that I realized that once some things disappear, no matter how persistent you are or how hard you work, you can never get them back.

The moment Poker Ping saw the black gold dagger, his eyes flashed uncontrollably.From what I know of him, it may be the first time in his life that he has received a gift from a friend, so his mood is obviously complicated.

He weighed it, drew his knife out of its sheath, looked around, and walked to my display case.

There is a bottle of pulsation that someone drank left on the cabinet. There is only liquid as high as a knuckle left. It seems that as long as you blow one breath, the bottle will fall over.

My mind turned, and I seemed to understand how Poker-Face was going to try the knife, and I said to myself, Don't you, Mongshen, you are going to go against the sky.Then I tried to keep my eyes open and realized that I was about to see something awesome.

Sure enough, Pokerfing flicked his wrist, and Wang Meng and I didn't even see his movements clearly, we saw that he had put the sword back into its sheath.

Looking at the bottle of innocent pulsation, it has been completely cut off from the liquid surface, and the incision is smooth, as if it was cut by a machine tool.The most frightening thing is that Poker Bottle's precise control of his hand strength and strength actually minimized the shaking of the bottle, and the water inside barely touched the cut, not even a drop spilled out.

Wang Meng and I have seen the big world, so we are all dumbfounded now.

"Wu Xie, go to a place with me in the afternoon, and I have something I want to give you."

The faint voice of Poker Bottle sounded, and my heart beat faster.