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Waking up in the early morning, it was the last day of the engagement, I shook the fat man 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 up all night, I snorted 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, and in the music list, it was all square dance soundtracks, putting this little brother would have shrunk, though I thought it was pretty catchy too.
"Don't you have anything that's appropriate?"
"There's one, it's been pretty hot lately, a little girl in Banai put it down for me." Fatty took it over, flipped through it, and turned it up, "See You Again."
I put it on, quietly, the song wasn't 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 friendAnd 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, and 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.
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 rain child ginseng, which can make you grow your memory if you eat it. Of course, this is a local legend."
As I said that, I gave a big snort and my consciousness began to blur. Still, I continued to speak. I don't know how long I stayed up, but suddenly, I felt hazy, and a person slowly sat down next to me.
I hesitated and looked sideways, and the other person also 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, "Which can and little brother you pen ah. You shed out ah you!!!"
Muffler was shaken sideways
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 of thanks;
One cup of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, ten years of lamps in the night rain of Jianghu.
There were tears in my eyes
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