[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

The memory that follows is fragmented.

I felt the wind blowing gently across my cheeks, and opened my eyes.

Before I opened my eyes, I imagined many possible scenarios.

For example, I would stand by a dark and cold river, and an old man on the bridge told me that it was Wangchuan, and then handed me a bowl of water. I stood by the river with the bowl in a daze, feeling like I had forgotten something. Then I saw on the other side of the river, my grandfather, whom I hadn’t seen for many years, was smiling and waving to me.

But the reality is still very different from the assumption.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was wearing a brown trench coat and standing on the roof of a tall building.

It was late at night, and the wind blew past, causing the hem of the windbreaker to rise behind him, making a hunting sound.

I looked around, it was empty, there was nothing, and there was no way for me to climb up.

But I didn't feel any disobedience, so I walked slowly to the edge of the platform and looked down.

In the eyes, it is a brightly lit metropolis.

I saw the continuous flow of vehicles, the tall buildings connected together, and the West Lake dotted with colorful neon lights.

It turned out to be the night view of Hangzhou.I thought silently.

I was born in Hangzhou and grew up here, but I never knew it could be so beautiful.

And now, I am standing on the edge of the city, on the roof of a very tall building.Strangely, in my memory, there has never been such a tall building in Hangzhou, but I am indeed standing here, overlooking the entire splendid city.

There is no sense of incongruity.

I stood firmly at the corner of the rooftop, at the highest point of the city, silently admiring it.

There was another gust of wind blowing, not cold, very comfortable.

I had seen enough, and went to find the coordinates and buildings I was familiar with in a blink of an eye.

The first thing I saw was my previous university.

Campus life is too far away for me who have come this far.Many happy things are now blurred, like a layer of window paper, I can't remember clearly.Ever since I went to Guazi Temple, I have never had time to respond to the invitations of my former classmates and friends. In the past eight years, I have lived a different life and completely cut off contact with them.

For that part of my life, I have nothing to miss.

At the second glance, what I saw was a lonely mountain.

At the foot of the mountain in the south is my Xiling Yinshe, a small antique shop.Now, there are no lights and no one there.At this time, Wang Meng should have gone home and fell asleep.

The shop next door is also deserted. I heard that the shop changed hands four years ago.The original owner was a very energetic old man. For a period of time, my shop was barely getting started, and there was no business. When I was in a hurry, I played chess with the old man.The old man is very nice, like an old urchin, he keeps saying that the two of us are old friends, and he looks at everyone with a smile all day long, and has nothing to do with the world.

Then we lost contact.One day, when I was dealing with business at my home, Wang Meng suddenly called and told me that the old man had left and had a white wedding.

At that time, I was in a clan meeting, and I couldn't get out of my body, so I hung up the phone after a few casual sentences.In the dead of night, the people in the clan dispersed, and I went back to the room alone to calm down, only to realize what happened.I can't express the feeling in my heart.Just uncomfortable.

That's where it all started, carrying too many surprises and fatigue, and witnessing too much hardship and growth of its boss.But now, those are all in the past.

I have nothing to miss about this place.

At the third glance, I saw Shuguang Apartment.

There are thousands of lights, but there are only a few empty houses, including mine.This house is too cold to live alone, it doesn't make much sense, it's not a home.

For this house, I still feel that there is nothing to miss.

I wanted to find my third uncle's house in a blink of an eye, but the city was too big, and it was too far away, so I couldn't see clearly, and I couldn't find my parents' house, so I had to give up.

I lowered my eyes and silently recalled, wondering if I had missed something: When I made the plan, I knew that the possibility of accidents was very high.The will was written a long time ago, and then it was overhauled again, and it was left in the drawer of the desk on the second floor of Xiling Yinshe. Wang Meng knew what to do.

With Poker's character, he won't touch the things he gave me again, I understand this.On the premise of not greatly affecting the operation of the handicap, I divided all my property that can be mortgaged and withdrawn into two parts.Half of it was left to my parents and second uncle. I am not filial, but I have to ensure that even if they escape abroad, they can still live a nourishing life.

The other half, I stored in a card, which was issued by Xiao Hua with the fake ID card of Poker Bottle.I secretly left that card in the fat man's house, Xiaohua will tell him when the time comes.Half of the money in the card goes to Fatty, which is regarded as his pension, and he also takes the rest. When he can help the little brother, he can't lose confidence.

Thinking about it this way, I'm relieved.

There is nothing to love here.

I took one last look at the beautiful Hangzhou under my feet, shook my head, and closed my eyes.

Opening his eyes again, the time switched to daytime.

I stand on the top of the mountain, surrounded by lush vegetation, can smell the fragrance, hear the birdsong and the noise of the city.I looked to the east and saw the rolling Xiangjiang River passing by the foot of the mountain.

I know where I am this time.

I am in Changsha, on Yuelu Mountain.

This may be where the conspiracy begins, but it doesn't mean much to me.

The Wu family's ancestral house is some distance away, so I didn't bother to find it.I owe too much to the Wu family, to Erfan, and to those people in the ancestral house, but the plan will still go ahead, and they still have many opportunities to counterattack and come back.That's their life now, apart from wiring, maybe I can only pray.

I don't have much attachment to this city and its people.

Having seen enough, I took one last look at the city below me and closed my eyes calmly.

After opening the eyes, it is the last scene.

I saw the tower.This is Kaifeng.

I don't have a deep impression of Kaifeng. I have negotiated a few business deals here before, but none of them went well. Later, I used thunder to force them down.The city doesn't have much to do with me, so why am I here?

I was hesitating, wondering if I should close my eyes.But right away, I found that the scene this time was a little different from the previous two times: it was still daytime, and I was alone, standing in the Iron Tower Park.There are bustling tourists all around, and the left ear can hear the chatter and noise very clearly.But the feeling in the right ear is very strange, as if being wired to a very far and deep underground.

The other end was very quiet, I only heard the sound of a person's heartbeat and panting, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

I couldn't quite understand such a situation, I was a little confused, and then I became curious.My intuition tells me that I cannot stay in this stable place in this world.

I have to go back to the deep and cold underground, what is going on there.A voice keeps reminding me that I must not miss this event, otherwise even if I leave, I will not be able to walk safely.

I tried to remember the scene before entering these scenes in my mind, and my head started to hurt and I felt dizzy.

I closed my eyes, and after a few seconds, the surroundings fell silent.I know I'm back, but something is wrong.

I couldn't hear my heartbeat, I couldn't speak, all senses failed, and my body was like a pool of stagnant water.I suddenly understood my situation: In the eyes of others, I am no longer a living person.

I was silent for a while, and suddenly felt that there was a young man sitting beside me, in a very bad state.

I don't know how I sensed his existence after losing my five senses, but I vaguely remember that I was his only connection.Perhaps it is not necessarily relying on such a promise to maintain my perception of him.

With this kind of awareness, although I still couldn't move, everything around me gradually became clear.

There was a strong smell of blood on the nose.

Someone was grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, and stuffing a piece of angular thing into my mouth.

That thing melts in the mouth, but it's a pity that this body is no longer good enough, even the most basic swallowing reflex can't be done.

The man tried many methods, even using his own tongue to push.But the juice was still stuck in my throat and I couldn't swallow it.

That person was unwilling to give up easily, and tried again for a long time.

But all failed.

For a few seconds, the man covered my mouth with one hand and stopped all movements.

All I could hear was his heavy breathing.

After a pause, he stretched out his other hand to wrap around my wrist, and carefully covered me with his upper body.

He leaned his head against my chest, listening quietly, trying to catch my heartbeat.

But there wasn't any beating there.

He didn't move.

Lie down quietly.keep listening.

This action lasted for a very long time.

I'm a little tired, my perception of him is getting blurred, and everything seems to be farther away.

Can I just sleep like this?

I was thinking so in a daze.

Suddenly, I felt something warm dripping on my neck.

Only one or two drops, but it burned into the depths of my soul.

The originally calm and relaxed state of mind suddenly rippled.

I've never been so overwhelmed.

Struggling desperately, he wanted to speak for the last time, to say even a comforting word to him.

The originally blocked throat opened in the struggle, and the juice finally slid down the esophagus and was swallowed into the stomach.

the next moment.

I was pulled tightly into his arms by the man's trembling arms.

The smell of blood is still very strong, but I am nostalgic for such warmth.

The familiar reassurance lulled me back into a deep sleep.