[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

The shadow was getting closer and closer, and I felt my nose was sore, but I still forced myself to open my eyes wide, staring at the slender figure that I hadn't seen in seven years.

He walked very slowly, and his steps seemed a little vain.

As if it had been ten years, he finally reached the door.

My mouth moved, but it was very useless. The phrase "Long time no see, little brother." It just stuck in my throat, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't spit it out.

I immediately despised myself seven years later, but I could only smile at him from the bottom of my heart.

Unfortunately, immediately after, I felt an almost uncontrollable grievance hit my heart.Because, Poker-Face didn't even look at me, just leaning on the wall with one hand, walking step by step, his steps were weak and faltering.The person and dog on my side who had been brewing for a long time stared at him eagerly, only half a meter away from him, but he completely ignored him, just walked, passing me by.

I froze, almost in disbelief.My left leg, which was injured in Qinling and was not fully healed, began to ache again.

Some people say, what worries me the most is Poker Bottle, because he doesn't seem to belong to this world.He is a person who keeps going forward for his purpose. Even if there are countless barbs erected on the road he walks, he will keep going, regardless of any harm, until all his flesh is scraped off by the barbs or He reached his destination alive.

And I have to admit it now, and feel unspeakably sad because of it.

Seven years ago, I had a very good friend who traveled thousands of miles to Hangzhou to say goodbye to me.At that time, I didn't understand anything and thought he was determined to seek death.On the snowy Changbai Mountain, I looked at him, but I couldn't stop him, there was a layer between me and him that couldn't be pierced by any tool.I can touch this thing in any way, but I can't find a gap that can break through it.

Seven years later, I finally let myself sink deep into his enigma.I worked very hard to understand his world, I learned a lot of skills and knowledge that can work in his world, I willingly trapped myself under the threat of "it", and gained status and fame in his world.

Then, I went to pick him up, but he ignored me.

Now my nose was really sore, and my heart began to ache again.

Brother Zhu let out a "woo" in my ear, and I woke up from the torrent of emotions and calmed down: With the friendship between me and my brother, even if he was dissatisfied with my recklessness in going to the appointment in advance, it would not be the result like this!What's more, even if Pokerfing is really against him as Zhang Haike said, then as a "stranger", with his vigilance and prudence, I will definitely be regarded as a threat or danger.Then it is normal for him to slash me with a knife.

In any case, it will not be the situation that makes me indescribably uncomfortable now.

I reacted and turned around to look at him carefully.Once I calmed down and observed, I immediately found out that something was wrong: Poker Ping's whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and the sloppy footsteps and one-handed wall that I felt just now were actually because he couldn't stand up at all. performance.

He was dressed too little, his exposed skin was red, his whole body was on the verge of collapse, and his breathing was disordered.His bangs are very long, covering his eyes, so that I can't see his expression clearly, but his whole body exudes a violent but weak breath like a trapped animal dying.That will to survive terrifies me.

My heart suddenly felt cold, and I quickly took two steps to catch up, and pulled his face.

——The eyes under the bangs, the eyes are dead and dazed, loose and powerless, as if they have been suffocated.My hand almost touched his shoulder when he trembled, staggered against the wall, and fell down.

In my impression, Poker-Face has always been a god-like and powerful person, at least in my memory, except for the time when he was trapped by Miluotuo in the cave, I have never seen him so weak.

I caught him and held him firmly.At that moment, what I felt was not the ecstasy of regaining what was lost, but more of an unspeakable distress.Although I think it is very abnormal to treat a man with this kind of thinking, but for some reason, I just can't control my beating heart, and I can't help looking at him to confirm his existence.

I don't know if he lost his memory or why he was hurt so badly.

Now, there are still dangers all around, and I must be responsible for him, take him to a safe place, and give him emergency first aid.

Pull out the ghost seal, bring the substitute stone back to the neck, stuff it into the clothes and hide it properly.The bronze door closed behind him again, making a dull and suppressed friction sound, and the blue mist dissipated.

After thinking about it, I followed an evil voice that kept shouting deep in my heart, bent down, grabbed Pokerfing's neck with my left hand, wrapped my right hand around his knees, and hugged him, avoiding exposure as much as possible. the wound.His eyes were still open, but his eyes were still empty, without any resistance.

Seven years have passed, and I don't remember the feeling when I hugged him like this last time in the ancient building of the Zhang family.But with his height and muscle density, it should never be the weight I feel in my hands now.

I see him like this, and I feel a little unspeakably distressed.But now there is no time to pay attention to these children's affection.After enduring our anxiety all the way and rushing quickly, we finally returned to the warmer ground seam hot springs.

I gently put the Poker bottle flat on the ground, let his head rest on my lap, and can maintain a relatively comfortable posture.From the mountaineering bag, he took out a set of black down jackets that he had prepared for Poker Fase and a white mountaineering jacket from Sweden's Klattermusen mountaineering mouse.

Then I hesitated for a moment, and started to take off his tattered black sweater, and there was a racer vest inside, which was torn apart by some kind of external force, revealing the flamboyant unicorn tattoo.I was shocked and quickly stripped him naked.I found several bloodstains on his body. Although it was obvious that emergency measures to stop the bleeding had been taken, the dark red scars made my heart tighten.

I rubbed my hands together, hoping it wouldn't be too cold to freeze him, but I don't know if it's because the temperature is too cold or my heart can't warm up, I can't warm my hands no matter what.

Evil thoughts flashed in my mind, I pulled Brother Pig off his shoulders, and put my hands under the soft fur on his belly.Unexpectedly, Brother Zhu was screaming from the cold, and stared at me with resentful little eyes.Seeing that I was ignoring him, he turned his head away and got into a fight with me, which probably meant complaining that I had a new love and forgot the old one.I immediately thought of that Bingshan psychopath, and gave him a hard look.

When my hands warmed up, I put my right hand on his chest.The body temperature came through his white skin, scorching hot.I bent my head to listen to his heartbeat, it was very fast and a little messy, in short his condition was very bad.

At this moment, brother Zhu suddenly let out a "woo", and I suddenly realized that now I was lying on Poker Ping's body, with my legs spread apart and propped on his side.how to say?The posture is a little wretched.

My face blushed uncontrollably, and I gave Brother Zhu a hard look, feeling my heart beating faster.

I shook my head, calmed down, and suddenly felt that every time I saw Poker Ping, or every time I stayed by Poker Ping's side, my IQ would plummet.Could it be that he was suppressed by the aura of a great man?Oh, it's no wonder that when the Iron Triangle was together, the fat man always turned around, and even dared to risk being cut in half by a black gold ancient knife to wear chicken underwear for the little brother.

Thinking about it this way, I found that my eyes couldn't help moving downwards, and actually stayed on the military pants on Poker Face's lower body.Tsk, is it the same as what you are wearing now?

Fuck, what is the young master thinking... I shook my head and silently recited Amitabha several times, and the form was empty.He took out antibiotics, hemostatic needles and anti-fever agents and injected them slowly, disinfected with povidone iodine, and tied a bandage carefully.During the period, I carefully checked the wrist he broke seven years ago to save me. It healed well and the bones were straight, which made me feel a lot better.

I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I tossed Poker bottle back on and put on my clothes. I looked at his face carefully and found that he had fallen asleep.

In fact, he was good-looking. As an actor or something, he must have a lot of money, and he has a lot of girlfriends.It's very easy to become the eternal cruelty and jealousy in the hearts of older indoor youths like me.It's a pity that fate didn't make it easy for him.All endings have a sense of inevitable fate for him.His loneliness and strength make people sigh.

I watched him quietly for a long time before I finally felt a sense of relief that I had found something lost.

Resting my mind, I got up and placed many Zhang family's special alarm bells at the entrances of various caves according to Zhang Haike's instructions.Then I went to the hot spring to clean myself up.

When he came back from work, he found that Poker Fing was sleeping restlessly, his brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't know whether he was worried about some potential danger or missing someone.

I suddenly felt a sense of guilt: If Poker-Face hadn't entered the bronze door for me back then, why would he be lying on the ground in such a state of embarrassment now?All of a sudden, I felt bursts of sadness in my heart because of my weakness and powerlessness back then.

Although I know this is really not the behavior that should be between two good brothers, but I thought about it, couldn't hold back, opened the sleeping bag, moved to his side, and hugged him tightly from behind.

Under his nose is his familiar cool breath, and that sense of peace that I haven't seen for seven years hits my heart all at once.

Before the consciousness faded away, I still couldn't help secretly laughing:

Fortunately, seven years later, I still have time.

Still in time to take you home.