[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

The quality of this sleep was very high. Four hours later, I was woken up by Zhang Haike, and my physical condition had recovered by half.

I calmed down, got up and cut some withered vines for preparation.When I came back, Zhang Haike had already closed his eyes and lay down where I was just now, his breathing was barely audible, so I don't know if he was dead asleep.

The fire was burning brightly, and from my angle, I could just see Zhang Haike's side face against the firelight—it was not grim and exhausted, but it revealed the stubbornness in his bones.

Looking back on the first time I met him, I thought he was just a mirror.While reflecting my stupidity and embarrassment, my heart is empty, just like the vast majority of the Zhang family, who will only follow the orders of others, and walk to the end of their lives in pain but silently.

But it didn't take long for me to discover that he was not ordinary - his heart was layered.He reluctantly gave up his outermost heart, and created false appearances with trepidation, just to get even one chance to escape from the shackles.Horrible hate.

This reminds me of the stuffed oil bottle.

The blind man told me that the hearts of the Zhang family will never hurt.

I admit that the moment I heard that sentence, I had no basis to refute him.

The Zhang family I am most familiar with is undoubtedly Poker Bottle.

Over the past seven years, I have tried my best to learn about his past from all kinds of people.And the income is various, with mixed reviews.

The most vivid scene is that he, as Zhang Qiling, stands alone on the vast snowy field, with extreme desolation in his eyes.

Yes, that was the impression others had of him, but it would never be the whole impression I had of him.This is not a contradiction.

I can say that Poker Ping is the most typical Zhang family, but he is not.This made him the most uncontrolled patriarch in the history of the Zhang family.

I think that in his long life, he must have risen up more than once to resist his fate as a puppet, and he was suppressed by the Zhang family's most overbearing thunder means more than once.

I think, in these resistances, there will always be one or two near-successful ones, just a hand stretched out from the outside world, and a little support behind his back, which will allow him to have a moment to breathe and escape. sea ​​of ​​bitterness.

This hand really doesn't need to be very strong, it just needs a little courage to stand side by side with him.It's a pity that this ray of soul, which is calm on the outside but has already been hoarse, has been waiting silently for a hundred years, but the hand has never appeared.

It would be a lie to say I don't feel bad, I feel the same way.

Since Poker Bottle came out of the bronze gate, everything I have done, what I have sought, and my purpose has long been to solve the mystery.Not because I'm no longer curious, but because I've unraveled, and seven years later, I know it all.I know what Zhang Qiling really means to the Zhang family, I know what the ultimate is behind the bronze door, I even know that since my grandfather gave me the name Wu Xie with tears in his eyes, the shackles of fate have been firmly attached to his shoulders.

So, Poker-Face and I are actually the same kind of people.Only when I helped him forgive his fate, did I have the courage to face my own fate.

He is already indispensable in my life.In this world, I really can't find another one, I have to hug him to keep warm to live.

This is the realization I had before I saw him seven years later.

But I can't figure out what Poker Ping is thinking in his heart, and I dare not ask what beliefs support his actions now, because if the answer I get is not what I hope, then I will be alone, and it is impossible to mention it again. If you have the courage, you can only wait to die like sheep in a slaughterhouse.

Having said that, Zhang Haike is a bit like a stuffed oil bottle, but he is definitely not desperate. His resistance is still going on in the dark, like a rat gnawing, quietly gnawing at the foundation of the Zhang family for thousands of years.I don't know if that worked, but at least he resisted, which is much better than the others.

Of course, this does not mean that I will have a good impression of this guy. The vendetta that tripped me overtly and secretly in the past must be recorded in the account, and the sound of the abacus beads is my nature.

……

Five hours later, Zhang Haike woke up.

We briefly exchanged information, and he told me that the road ahead is very dangerous. He spent a lot of time exploring more than half of it, and figured out a way to get in safely, but there is one place that requires the cooperation of two people. "Alone" couldn't pass through, and when the rope he wanted to go back was returned to the upper layer, he found that the climbing rope had been burned.I know that he was overshadowed by land eels. The nearby rock walls are high and slippery. When he came in, he was wearing a simple suit and didn’t even have a climbing pick. Well, it's no wonder his face looks disheveled now.

Poker bottle has not been able to come down to find me, and he doesn't know what happened. Time can't be delayed any longer.I drew a mark on the rock wall near the passage to indicate the direction with the handle of the military stabbing knife, and followed Zhang Haike's footsteps into the darkness in the tomb passage.