Just give birth to pickles

I saw a man sitting on the bluestone steps holding a rope. He looked down at his left wrist and remained motionless.There was no one around, the tall trees and the houses behind him were robbing him of the sunlight.I am hesitating, the end of this road is the house behind him, and it should be the place I am looking for, should I say hello to him?I stepped on the steps, my eyes still stayed on him, as if he felt it, he slowly raised his head, looked at me, my throat tightened, and asked him: "Excuse me, what are you doing here?" He shook the condom String on left hand: "I'm releasing the moon."

"How is it possible, the moon is not a balloon, let alone it has such a large mass and volume." As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that I was too serious.

"Sit down and take a look." He gestured to the position next to him with his head. I sat down and realized later that the thread in his hand was suspended in the air, and there was no such thing as a balloon in sight. same thing.

"This thread is gravity. The moon moves a few centimeters away from the earth every year. I am here to watch the time and slowly release the thread to ensure the laws of nature." He said slowly with a serious expression.I nodded reluctantly, and was about to get up and say goodbye.He went on: "Where are you from?"

I looked at the road I came from: "The road is too long. I will forget a part of it after walking for a while. Now I just remember drinking a bowl of soup at the old lady at the corner." body of.Another man came, looking extremely tired and old, curled up like a shrimp.He took the old man's soup and threw his head back.I looked back and looked at the side face of the man who released the moon, but he stopped talking, and still stared at the weak man. The man put down the bowl and continued to move forward. As we got closer, I could see his face clearly.It turned out that I was wrong, he looked clearly a middle-aged man, and then within such a short distance, some subtle and imperceptible changes took place on his body, I can't tell what exactly changed, anyway, I find it strange .

The man stepped up the steps, his eyes stayed on the person next to me, and then he glanced at the house, full of doubts, hesitant to speak, but finally he did not speak, he trotted up the stairs, I followed the moon in surprise The man said, "Did you see that? He's getting younger."

He nodded: "You came here in the same way, covered in dust, so tired that you can hardly stand upright, from a middle-aged man to what you are now." While I was surprised, I seemed to vaguely feel that I already knew about this .

He continued: "It's like this, you can die as you live, and take back what was given to you. Whether it is wealth or suffering, you will always return to a state of having nothing."

I looked back at the half-covered door of the house, the cold wind blowing in from inside made my back feel cold: "Do I still have a long way to go?"

"I can walk with you, don't be afraid." He said calmly, the first time he took the initiative to turn his face to the side, so close to me that his face lost its normal proportions.

"why?"

"Because of the track."

I can't keep up with his mind at all.

"A long time ago, the moon was very close to the sun, occupying most of the sky, and then gradually moved away. Maybe billions of years later, it will be no different from other stars. Love is the same as the moon, first because of gravity, so They are running in a fixed orbit, attracting each other and constraining each other. The gravitational force from other planets makes them gradually estranged, gathering and separating, nothing like this. But I don’t want to let go.” He shook the rope in his hand, and my arm felt To a force, the other end of the line is me.

I neither remember the painful past, nor look forward to the illusory future. I am walking on the road of death, and I have already drank Mengpo soup. He seems to be late.

I asked him, "Are you dead too?"

He was silent at first, and then said to me, "Anytime."

I think I get it.I said, "Can you close your eyes now?" until it was confirmed that he did.I gathered my energy, got up, and ran towards the door alone. I was about to arrive. I knocked open the half-covered door, but my right wrist was pulled by a force, and I pulled back. The back of my head hit the ground, bang With a sound, the severe pain was accompanied by a violent beating of the heart, and a dazzling white light made me have to tilt my head and close my eyes tightly.

"Did you fall out of bed again?" came a sleepy voice.

I squinted at him, avoiding the light of the bedside lamp, and then felt a pain in my wrist, and realized that there was a belt around my right wrist, and the other side of the belt was connected to his hand.

"What does this mean?" I was a little annoyed.

"I don't agree to break up." He regained his sobriety and said in a clear voice.

"I'm asking what you mean by that." I raised my hand and questioned him.

"I'm afraid you will run away in the middle of the night." He frowned, got up, and helped me up from the ground.I couldn't help but smile, the effective duration of that bowl of Mengpo soup was really short, the dream disappeared as soon as I woke up, and I remembered what the bastard in front of me had done.

But what else?I untied the belt on my hand and slapped him on the head: "Go to the living room to sleep by yourself."

"No matter how big the bed is, you still have to fall off."

"I am happy, I have a good fall."

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