Thousand Lantern Night

Realizing that the person who saved me was Poker, I couldn't care less about anything.The blood all over my body was soaring like the eyes of a fountain, and I didn't even feel anything.I desperately hugged Poker Bottle with my hands, and rubbed against his chest against his neck.My blood smeared all over his body like graffiti, making him also in a mess.

My reaction at that moment was instinctive.After experiencing his leaving without saying goodbye, and experiencing those collisions that could not be distinguished from reality to illusion, I never wanted to hold him so tightly.I thought in my heart that I must never let him run away this time. I have a hundred thousand reasons why I should ask this boring oil bottle who has been paid a thousand dollars!

After Poker Bottle carried me and ran for a certain distance, the vines gradually settled down and were no longer in a state of frantic hunting.I vaguely saw a few beams of long-range flashlights searching in the dark night, and I seemed to hear the shouts of Xiaohua and Fatty not far or near.

At this time, Poker-Face put me down. He knelt on the ground on one knee and let me lean against a stone."It should be safe here," he said.

With that said, he turned to leave.At this time, my whole body seemed to be falling apart, but I didn't know where the strength came from. I rushed over and held him from behind, "Don't go!"

He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but quickly turned around to support me.I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to suppress the emotions that were about to get out of control.But seeing his usual indifferent eyes and expression, I don't know why I feel so depressed.Just when I was about to ask Poker-Face where the fuck was he going, he suddenly said, "You're bleeding, don't move around."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and gritted my teeth, "Are you going to let me bleed to death here?"

Poker-Face was silent for a while, sighed softly, pushed me back to lie down, and said, "Wait for me." Then he quickly ran towards the river.I didn't know what he was going to do, but I saw him running back quickly with a lump of dripping water in his hand.

As he got closer, I realized it was his top, probably a T-shirt.I was soaked by him and held it in my hand, and then came to help me wipe off the blood on my body.Only then did I realize that he didn't want to leave just now, and I couldn't help but feel a heat on my face.But after thinking about it, I blamed Poker Finger for having too many bad disappearance records, so I took it for granted.

He looked at me, then looked back at the camp far away, and said, "There should be medicine in your camp?" Then he turned his back and squatted on the ground.

Before I met Poker-Face, I imagined many scenarios of reuniting with him, so naturally I had thousands of words to say to him.However, the reunion was far beyond my imagination. This unexpected goodbye made all my languages ​​disappear.My questions are so messed up that I can't figure them out, and I don't know where to ask them.

Seeing that I didn't move, Poker Bottle turned his head and gave me a look.He seemed to have made a quick judgment, and then he turned around and bent down to hug me.At this time, I realized that his judgment just now must be that I have lost the ability to act.

It was as if my whole body had been scorched by fire, and it was burning hot.Knowing that Poker-Face was trying to send me back to the camp, I felt much more at ease.The river valley at night was still relatively cold, and the unicorn tattoo on his body had disappeared. I pressed against his cold shoulder, thinking that I would give him a set of my clothes when I arrived at the camp in a while.

Once I relax, I feel tired all over, but I dare not sleep, I am afraid that I will wake up and find that it is a dream or hallucination.I tried my best to talk to him, and I asked him, "Brother, why did you appear in the rosebush just now? And when did you come down from Changbai Mountain? Why didn't you come to Hangzhou to find me?"

I babbled a series of questions.Poker bottle just listened quietly, did not answer me, and walked firmly step by step.I figured that with my weight and stature, it would be very difficult for him to hold me, and he might not have the extra strength to talk to me again.However, after being silent for a while, he suddenly asked me, "We, did we know each other before?"

I froze there all of a sudden.There was a moment when it felt blank, and I didn't know if I should laugh, cry, or react at all.It's as if you saw someone from behind on the street, thought he was your friend or acquaintance, and when you went up indiscriminately, you crossed your shoulders and made a statement.As a result, when the person turned his face after speaking, he realized that he had completely misidentified the person.At that time, we usually smile and say sorry, but when faced with the amnesiac again, I don't even have the strength to be embarrassed.

An indescribable sourness slowly poured out of my heart, spread all the way down my throat, flooded to the top of my head and drowned me.Eyes hurt and I feel like my tears are coming out.I still remember when Pokerfing left, he told me that ten years later, if you still remember me, you can come to Changbai Mountain to find me.But now, in less than two years, he no longer remembers me.

After a while, I was relieved.I swallowed hard, swallowed all my discomfort, and tried my best to squeeze a smile for him.I told him, "Brother, I am Wu Xie. Wu Xie from Hangzhou."

I remembered that time he went to Hangzhou. I asked him in the building outside the building if he had been to Hangzhou, and he said he had never been.I also plan to let him stay for a few days. If he is willing to stay, I have also considered whether I have enough money to borrow him to buy a house.At that time, I remember Poker-Face’s eyes looking out from the window of the building outside the building, and he took a circle on the West Lake, and then he said to me very seriously, “Wu Xie, Hangzhou is very good.”

Poker-Face is a big fan of subtext, every time he speaks he will speak according to his intuition, as for the meaning of the words, it is up to the listener to guess.So when he said that to me, I really thought he was willing to stay in Hangzhou, especially when he said "everything is over".But everything later proved that I guessed wrongly what he meant.

Now, I told him about Hangzhou again.I know that most of the things he has forgotten are impossible to remember.I just subconsciously wanted to seriously introduce myself to him.

He frowned, and repeated, "Wu Xie from Hangzhou." He seemed to be thinking hard.But finally he took one look at me and said, "I don't remember that."

When he was thinking hard, my heart was very tight.People may be like this, even if they know that the result may not be good, they still have a momentary hope.So when he said he had no impression, the disappointment doubled back on me.I gritted my teeth to hold back the tears. Although I was a little stiff, I still tried to smile at him, "It's okay, brother, take your time."

If his impression of me can only start from this moment, I want to leave him a better one.

Moreover, with Pokerfing's habitual amnesia, every time he wakes up after amnesia, he needs to get to know the world and the people around him from the beginning like a newborn baby. This must be a very difficult process.In this process, I don't want to make myself a burden to him.

Poker bottle didn't speak any more, he stopped to take a breath halfway, and then continued to carry me to the camp.Soon I heard someone shouting loudly, "There! Master Hua, someone is coming over there!"

Then several people ran towards us.Xiao Hua's face appeared in my field of vision, already as cold as a block of ice.Seeing that the person who sent me back was Poker Bottle, he didn't show much surprise, but I could see that he was not unsurprised.But he quickly turned his attention to me, and while helping me to get on the fat man's back, he held back his anger and said, "How did you make it like this?"

I shook my head feebly, and shook his arm vigorously before leaving Poker Face's embrace.The fat man ran towards the tent quickly with my back on his back. I turned my head with difficulty, and saw Poker Bottle standing indifferently as usual.His brows were slightly frowned, his eyes passed through the shaking head, and fell into my eyes together with the moonlight.In a trance, I felt that there was an inexplicable guilt in his eyes.

My tears flowed down all at once.A complex emotion clashed in my head, I grabbed Xiao Hua who was following me, and said to him in a hoarse voice, "Let my brother stay. He has nowhere else to go."

Xiaohua's face was still very ugly, he heard me speak, held my hand and squeezed it.Then, he turned around and walked towards Poker Bottle.A group of people hurriedly got me into the tent, the fat man yelled at them to get the medicine kit, and then helped me clean the wound, disinfect it, and bandage it up.I was in a trance, and I didn't even feel pain during the whole process.Until the fat man bent his fingers and tapped my head.

He asked me, "Naive, are you f*cking frightened? How come you are not happy when my little brother is back?"

Only then did I realize that there was no one else in the tent. Thinking of Poker, I grabbed the fat man and asked, "Where's the little brother?"

The fat man said, "Master Hua'er gave him a place. The two of them don't know what to say, they are chatting."

I was a little surprised that Xiaohua and Poker Ping could talk for so long, but knowing that he was willing to stay, I felt relieved.Seeing that I didn't answer, the fat man asked me, "Naive, how did my brother come here? What's the matter with you two, you finally met, why are you acting like a blind man riding a blind horse, the wrong way!"

When the fat man said this, I immediately felt uncomfortable, but I didn't know what to say.I desperately pressed my eyes with my hands, fearing that I would lose control and lose control of my emotions, so I said to him weakly, "Brother, he doesn't remember me."

"Ah!" Fatty's jaw almost dropped, and he roared, "Brother, he lost his memory again? Damn, how do you learn from Bangzi to make dog blood series, again and again?"

I couldn't say anything, and after yelling at Fatty, I suddenly couldn't suppress my emotions.I gritted my teeth and endured it for a long time before suppressing the soreness in my chest, and then I gave the fat man a smile and said, "It's okay, it's not like we haven't experienced it before. After we get along for a month, my brother will get used to us."

Holding the leftover bandage in his hand, the fat man looked at me for a while and said, "Innocent, if you are sad, you can cry if you want."

I actually just sneered, "Who the hell wants to cry? Little brother is not good, I'm crying! Hey, when did you watch Bangzi's dog blood series?"

The fat man said awkwardly, he watched it at the clouds in Banaijiao before, he said you should take a good rest, and then went out.

There was complete silence in the tent.I smiled and watched the fat man get out, and watched the door curtain hula la being shaken by the wind.Smiling and laughing, his vision was blurred for a while, and his face was full of tears.