[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

That afternoon, Zhang Haike and I talked for two hours in the woods. Only a few people knew about this secret war, but in the future, it will more or less change the fate of too many people.

Fat Brother Zhu and his son caught a pure female pheasant from the back mountain, and planned to roast it as an extra meal for everyone, but they waited and waited until I didn't come back, so they followed Brother Zhu's ass to find me.

At that time, Zhang Haike and I had barely finished talking, so when the fat man entered the forest, he saw such a strange scene: Zhang Haike and I were each holding a newly lit Yellow Crane Tower in our mouths, we had exactly the same clothes, the same appearance, the same expression and The movement, the left side and the right side smiled lewdly at each other, like a reflection in a mirror, making the fat man tremble in shock.

But then the fat man walked up to me and stood still without hesitation.I said to myself that I am indeed a comrade in arms in the revolution. I know your senior brother is here, but the guy opposite is just a six-eared macaque. (It was only later that I realized that Dai Shi forgot to stuff it into the lining of the windbreaker. The fat man must have seen it)

The fat man stood beside me, poked me with his finger, and said:

"Why is this cheating kid here? Want to smear us with bean paste and eat?"

I raised my hand and patted the fat man's thick shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Who dares to eat you? If you eat you, you must be the top three. Don't worry, with the master covering you, you will definitely not become a roast suckling pig."

"Hey, fat man, I'm so fat that I'm afraid of him. I just see him laughing so disgustingly, I'm afraid I can't help but want to slap you."

"..."

The ones we sing together here are just bored and want to tease him around the corner to get a taste of it.The cold war just now cost me a lot of energy, and it really made me a little mentally weak, so doing this can be regarded as a different kind of relaxation.

But Zhang Haike was not annoyed, he just looked at the fat man, then turned his gaze back to me, and smiled inexplicably, but there was no smile in his eyes, they were so gray that it was difficult to see clearly.

He turned around and slowly sank into the darkness of the forest, and then, I heard his calm voice coming from a distance, and for some reason, there was an inexplicable desolation hidden: "Wu Xie, in fact, sometimes, I really I envy you."

I know what he's envious of.

I was just a ridiculously naive second-generation ancestor who was involved in this puzzle because of the most unreasonable curiosity.He felt that scum like me would have been ruthlessly eliminated at the very beginning, but I have not only survived to this day by virtue of the so-called illusory "luck", but also "accidentally" met a fat man who can be completely trusted as a brother, Even let the most indifferent Poker bottle save me with his life.

In his impression, even though I have paid a huge price in these years, it is not even one compared with him.How can I have such a beautiful and powerful relationship like the Iron Triangle, but there is no one around him who can trust his back?

He's not jealous, just a little annoyed.

I find him so pathetic.

What he knows, compared to me, what he lacks is a heart that knows what is "alive" and what is "desperate".He knew this clearly in his heart, he knew it very clearly, but the long years had already solidified his character and behavior style.He always smiles on the surface, and can imitate many people with very different personalities.But this just shows that the real him is too rational, so rational that he ignores emotions.

This sincerity, he had lost it long ago, and he couldn't get it back.So he can only watch and plan from a distance, but at the same time, he also knows that he will never get it again in his whole life.

Envy in vain.

But why don't I envy him.

That's right, he had to bear the pressure of bloody competition within the family since he was a child, and his childhood and growth were far more difficult than mine.He must go through the endless years alone, struggling not to lose himself, roaring and desperate to achieve a certain long-cherished wish of his.But I still envy his experience. If I got in touch with the mystery early like him, maybe I would have the opportunity to meet Poker Bottle earlier, pull him out of the puzzle earlier, replace his role in the puzzle, and even save More innocent people like Uncle San and Aunt Wen Jin.So no matter how horrible life I will experience and how precious things I will lose, I will rush after it.

At this time, the word "envy" has no meaning.

We are living our own lives, regardless of gains or losses, it is fair, it is our own choice, and we have no right to regret it.When a person's heart has been kneaded and shaped, then his experience or even his ending may be doomed.

Everything is just in one thought, and then you can cry and wail, your fate has been set, and the cause and effect cannot be changed.

Thinking about it this way, I don't regret everything I chose.Because in my endgame, whether I succeed or fail, I will never be alone.

There are fat people, there are oil bottles, no matter how much despair you experience, it is already the best life I can imagine.

I stared blankly at the shadow of the woods and lost my mind, suddenly felt my head sink, and then I felt a sharp pain in my scalp.I didn't need to guess to know that the fat glutton got impatient and was afraid that I would beat me if I disturbed him directly, so I sold my foodie teammate Brother Zhu and threw him on my head to deal with me.

I tore Brother Zhu off, patted his little butt twice, seemingly hard but lightly, and threw it to Fatty: "Take care of your son. Otherwise, I'll choose cumin dog meat for supper!"

"Come on!" The fat man skillfully caught Brother Zhu, and wrapped his arms around my neck: "Hurry up, otherwise the best Xi Shi in the hen pheasant that I finally found, Fatty, should be stolen by my little brother!"

Don't look at Fatty, who is carefree on weekdays, but in fact he is thick and thin. He can see my pressure, but he doesn't say it clearly. He just thinks of various ways to distract my attention and relieve my pressure.I know all this in my heart, the door is clear, there is no need to say it.

I looped my right hand around the fat man's neck and walked towards the camp, followed by Brother Zhu with four short legs.

In my mind, following the fat man's joke, I imagined that when I went back, I just ran into Poker Bottle's mouth full of oil, and I couldn't help but laugh.

The dark clouds that had stayed in the sky for a whole day were finally deflected by the wind, and the sun poured down, transparently illuminating the entire forest behind us.