END Waking up in the morning, it was the last day of the engagement, I shook Fatty awake. Washed my face.
How would he show up?
What would the first words be?
Will he come out alone? A group of people, am I going to take out anything that follows him out? I checked my ammo and sat down in front of the bronze door with both guns.
Thinking about it, it didn't feel right.
Actually having been up all night, I snorted Hachette (yawn) and put the guns behind me.
Fatty came over and handed over a cell phone, "Listen to some music, what should I listen to today?"
"What do you have?" I took it over and swiped the APP inside, the music list, all square dance soundtracks, put this little brother will shrink back, right, although I think it's also quite energetic.
"You don't have anything that fits the mood?"
"There's one, it's been pretty hot lately, a little girl in Banai put it down for me." Fatty took it over, flipped halfway through, and turned it up, "see you Again."
I put it on, quietly, the song was not loud. It was in English, I listened to the song in silence, and Fatty didn't say anything.
"It's been a long day without you my friend And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again"
The fat man hummed it, and it was quite nice. So it stayed silent and listened for a long time.
It wouldn't stay out. I sighed, slowly. Fatty fell asleep, snoring slightly to one side.
I steeled myself, but I couldn't help listening to the music without realizing how sleepy I was getting.
In a haze, I saw the bronze door open.
I'm the little girl selling matches, I guess, I thought, rubbing my face and opening my own eyes.
It sure wasn't.
I knew this wasn't going to work, so I looked over at the fat man and started talking to him.
"That village, the people in it, would make a kind of dim sum, made from glutinous rice and brown sugar, because of the abundant rainfall, there is a special kind of weed in the village, called rain child ginseng, and in this kind of dim sum, there are petals of the rain child ginseng, which can be eaten to grow a long memory." I said.
The fat man answered vaguely.
"Rainboy ginseng only blossoms and does not bear fruit, and when you want to plant it, you can only rely on the rhizome, but it is said that the rare ones that do bear fruit, that the fruit is able to bring back memories of one's past life. Of course, this is a local legend."
As I spoke, I yawned greatly and my consciousness began to blur, but I continued. I don't know how long I stayed up, but suddenly, I felt hazy, and a man slowly sat down next to me.
I hesitated and looked sideways, and the other person looked sideways at me.
The fat man slowly woke up and looked at us.
I saw a familiar face, bemused eyes that reflected the light of the campfire.
People say that the first thing you forget about someone is their voice, but when his voice rang out, there wasn't a trace of strangeness in me.
"You're getting old." He said.
The music was still flowing, in this closest thing to hell.
The fat man came up and hooked his arm around Stifler's shoulders, causing him to stumble, "How can I compare to you, little brother. You shed out ah you!!!"
Stuffy was shaken to the ground.
I pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar on my hand and stood up.
He smiled at me and I lifted my bag, "Let's go."
We just,
haven't seen each other in a while.
I live in the North Sea and Jun Nanhai, I can't send a goose to send a letter to thank you;
The peach and plum spring breeze a cup of wine, the night rain of Jianghu ten years of lights.
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