Daomu Biji

After Jude Kao returned from Banai, he lived for another three months, and then he returned home. The shareholders of the international salvage company reorganized and some assets were auctioned. Some of Judeka's team had personal contacts with me. When many project teams withdrew, they took a lot of files. Of course, these files were sent to me, but none of them were as important as the twelve volumes that were given to me. Although I found a lot of details in it to supplement the content of the story, the overall piece of story did not move forward.

I drink coffee with a few of them, and they told me that the seniors of international salvage companies will continue to look for more possibilities, and their funds are still sufficient. A few gangsters who may succeed will ask them to talk to me. If there is a chance, they would like to continue to cooperate with us. The conditions will be more abundant than when Jude Kao was there.

I made a FUCK gesture and let them help me convey the meaning back.

The dumb sister got married half a year later. The groom is a very inconspicuous man with a little baldness. When he is middle-aged, he does not seem to have much money. Many people say that he does not really like dumb sister, but is greedy for dumb sister's money and status. I attended the wedding. The man's name seemed to be called Abang. His eyes were all cunning, but he was very attentive and kept toasting and smoking cigarettes. And Dumb Sister, with no expression on her face, looked at the empty seat beside me.

Many men are not remembered for this and that. He is remembered because he will never come back.

It is said that Dumb Sister and this man got better because this man delivered wine in the wine shop. The delivery was more frequent. Every time I saw the female customer getting drunk, I took care of it and this happened.

After the injury of the leather bag was healed, he was refreshed and took part in the self-examination. The major seemed to be international trade. However, the examinations for professional courses are linked to the subject, and in his own words, many times he cannot even read the questions at his level of education, let alone how to answer them. In English, he can't even recognize twenty-six letters.

Finally, he returned to this line, but absolutely no big deal. His partner said that his current mantra is "If you have money to make money, you might as well go home and sell tofu flowers." Leather bags became the best craftsman among their group, but the least courageous. I think he will soon become a generation of owls, at least quite rich.

Speaking of Xiu Xiu, I think Xiu Xiu should like Xiaohua. After all, they are people who really grew up together and took on things together, but that kind of liking is not necessarily the kind of liking I think, because they both The other party is too familiar, and many of the emotions that should have become another deeper thing before they happen.

Xiuxiu didn't contact me anymore, maybe it was because of my broken heart, maybe it was the final misfortune and the decision I made at that time, which made her unable to face me anymore.

At this time, my heart has been practiced well enough, and her escape seems to me irrelevant.

The last thing to say is the stuffy oil bottle.

Some people say that I am most worried about him, because he does not seem to belong to this world. He is a person who has been walking forward for the purpose. Even if there are countless barbs erected on the road he walks, he will continue to move forward, regardless of any harm, until all his meat is scraped off by the barb or He reached the destination alive.

Actually, for the two generations of us, I already knew a rough outline of the things of the previous generation, but for him, his purpose, I really did not know at all.

The purpose of everyone can be clearly listed. But the stuffy oil bottle, he seems to have been a very passive puppet. In all things, he seems to act for the purpose of others.

However, judging from my experience with the stagnant oil bottle, he is a person with a very clear purpose. Every time he enters a place, he has his own purpose. Judging from his professional missing skills and the state of frequent sleepwalking along the way, he must know much more than we do.

Many times I feel that in his heart, our purpose is ridiculous, and his purpose is the core.

At that time he rejected everyone's companionship again, resolutely embarked on the path of his choice.

"You have walked enough with me. The next road is the last one. None of you can bear it. I hope you will not follow me again."

Dog Day, what is this thing, we are involved in such a big conspiracy, I finally saw the situation clearly, but found that the stuffy oil bottle does not care about this at all, he cares about something we do not know thing.

Was I supposed to cry "Don't leave us" while holding his thigh? With the emotions and conditions at that time, no one had the strength to do so, and we just let him go.

Now, this designed conspiracy seems to be over, and most of the mysteries around me have disappeared. However, the mystery surrounding him has never shown any signs of coming apart.

And after I was separated from him, he never had any news.

Each destiny, he went all the way north, seems to be towards his end. Judging from the expression he showed when he left, all of our misery at the time was irrelevant to him.

I still remember what the fat man said: If one of your loved ones dies, and everyone else is alive, you will feel that this death is a huge catastrophe. And if the loved ones around you die one by one within a year, you will slowly numb. The little brother's eyes when he left seemed to be the latter. Over a long period of time, watching people around you die one by one in various ways, and you find that no one can stay with you. At this time, you will have another view of death.

A deeper layer than numbness is indifference, indifference to death.

The time passed slowly, I was waiting for the secret mentioned in the letter to be revealed, but nothing had been sent to me. At first, I went to receive email twice a day, then once a day, then once every three days, and finally once a week, but I never received any information.

I don't think there will be any mail to me anymore, I was deceived again, and everything seems to be finished like this.

I am not sad, not even entangled. Later, I even hope that the email will not come. I went to open the mailbox every week, then shut it silently, looked at the scenery by the West Lake, and scolded my men. Such a day seems pretty good.

In fact, the email arrived long ago, but I did n’t know at that time that there was a person who looked exactly like me and had already taken the email away. I discovered this matter after a long time.

One year later, in Liqiu, I rode a bicycle around the West Lake to exercise. Although after this period of training, Wang Meng was already a particularly enthralled child. This expression now means that he encountered something he could not solve today.

I asked him what was wrong, and he pointed to the side, and I saw that in the corner of the shop, there was a man standing, who was looking at some of the unsalable extension books we sold.

I am quite familiar with the figure of this person, but that moment, I did not recognize it, he was wearing a black sweater and a large backpack was beside him.

"Little brother." When he turned his head, I recognized him, "You ... how ... how come back?"

He looked at me lightly for a long time before saying, "I'll say goodbye to you, my time is up."