Waking up in the early hours of 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? Would he come out alone? A group of people, would I have to take out anything that followed him out? I checked my ammo and sat down on the bronze door money with both guns. After thinking about it, it didn't feel right. Having actually been up all night, I yawned 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 bring it over, swiping the app inside, and in the music list, it's all square dance soundtracks, put this little brother will shrink back, I guess, though I think it's pretty catchy too. "Don't you 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 through it, and turned out "see you Again." I played it, quietly, the song was not loud. It was in English. I listened to the song in silence, the fat man did not say anything. The fat man hummed it, and it sounded pretty good. So stayed silent and listened for a long time. Will not not come out. I sighed, slowly, the fat man fell asleep, snoring slightly on the side. I forced my spirit, but I can't help listening to the music unconsciously sleepy. In a haze, I saw the bronze door open. I'm the little girl selling matches, I guess, I thought, softly rubbing my face and opening my eyes. If not. I knew this wasn't going to work, so I looked over at the fat man and began to speak to him. "That village, the people in it, make a kind of dim sum, it's made with glutinous rice and brown sugar, because there's plenty of rain, and there's a special weed in the village, called rain child ginseng, and in this kind of dim sum, there are petals of rain child ginseng, so you can eat it to grow a long memory." I said. Fatty responded vaguely. "Rain boy ginseng only flowers and not fruit, to plant, can only rely on the rhizome, but according to say rare results, that result can make people recall the memory of the past life. Of course, this is local is a legend." I said, a big yawn, consciousness also began to blur, but I still continue to say. 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 turned my head sideways, and the other person also looked at me sideways. Fatty slowly woke up and came over, looking at us. I saw a familiar face with bemused eyes that reflected the light of the campfire. They 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 old." He said. The music was still flowing, in this closest thing to hell. Fatty 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!!!" Stifler was shaken to the ground. I pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar on my hand and stood up. He smiled at me as I lifted my bag, "Let's go." We just, haven't seen each other in a long time. I live in the North Sea Jun Nanhai, send geese to send a letter to thank can not; peach and plum spring wind a cup of wine, Jianghu night rain ten years light.