【Bottle evil】exist

Sometimes people don't just pursue longevity, they also pursue death.

Probably, I lived too long before I wanted to be free.

I don't know if Poker Bottle is just for relief.

It's just that I clearly understand that he is leaving again, leaving everyone behind, leaving behind the phrase "This is my own business, it has nothing to do with you."

This is the result?

Damn, I dragged you out of the Zhang family's ancient building exhaustedly, just to make you play like this.

Is there such a thing as Maozi saying that I am an outsider, and I have to die in a fight to be considered an insider?Well, well, do whatever you like, I don't care.

Fatty also said that my game may not be my brother's game.

That's right, the temple can't accommodate your big Buddha, you keep walking slowly~ put away all the resentment, the only thought that came to my mind was: He left again.

He was obviously used to his practice of missing persons in this profession, but he suddenly felt a strange feeling.

At that time, watching his figure go away in the corridor of the stilted building, it seemed as if he would never appear again.

I asked Fatty if he would come back?The fat man dismissed me disapprovingly.

I think because the fat man has long seen clearly that he is a person without fetters, unlike us, there is no reason why he should not do the mission he wants to do.

But what about me?

Life suddenly becomes so meaningless, not because of Poker's departure, but because of the sudden loss of pursuit, it's like being taken to an amusement park by a friend and suddenly being told that the next project is too dangerous, you go , I play alone.Unhappy that is for sure, how to put it, just unwilling, unhappy.

Damn oil bottle, I fuck your uncle, you are such a rotten person, with your bad temper, I curse you that you can't find a girlfriend when you get old, so you just wait for my son and I to be full of children and grandchildren, and pour you out alone Let's fight!

But after thinking about it, Boyouping Nasi will not grow old at all, and that skin is much better than the little boy in my fat man's mouth.

Really, people are more angry than people.

I bid farewell to everyone, took off from Bailian Airport in a hurry, and took the bus back to Hangzhou after arriving in Shanghai.

When he finally arrived at his shop, he felt a sense of peace of mind.

When Wang Meng saw me, he showed a hellish expression, and then he shouted: "Boss, you are back."

I thought it was probably because my hair was disheveled, so I didn't pay much attention to him. I waved my hand to signal me to take a shower, and went back to the room upstairs.

After returning to the room and locking the door, leaning against the door panel, the body softened and completely relaxed.

All the emotions rushed in for a while, and my reason was almost uncontrollable. The long-suppressed emotions collapsed silently. I fell to the floor of the small building, holding my arms tightly, but my body trembled uncontrollably.

I raised my head and stared at the ceiling, just to keep my tears from falling, the fat man's crying echoed around me...

Thinking of the painting of clouds, we are smiling happily in the painting, very happy, for us, ignorance is also a kind of happiness.

Only now is not then.

What came to mind was the scene of Fatty holding Yun Yun's corpse and crying bitterly.

I clearly heard him say to me seriously word by word: "I really like it, I never joked."

Thinking of Poker Ping again, with no past and future, and lightly carrying the shackles of fate, it really hurts, but who can share it for him.

Indifference deeper than numbness, indifference to death.