After Judekau returned from Ba Nai, he lived for another three months before returning home. The shareholders of the International Salvage Company were reorganized and some assets were auctioned off. Some people in Jude Kao’s team had personal acquaintances with me. When many project teams were withdrawn, many files were taken away.
Of course, these files were all sent to me, but none of them are as important as the twelve volumes that were given to me before. Although I found a lot of details to supplement the content of the story, the whole pieced together story did not move forward.
I drank coffee with a few of them. They told me that the senior management of the International Salvage Company would continue to look for more possibilities and that they had sufficient funds.
A few potential successors asked them to give me a message. If there is a chance, they would like to continue to cooperate with us. The conditions will be more lucrative than when Jude Kao was there.
I made a gesture of **** and asked them to help me convey the meaning back.
Sister Yu got married six months later. The groom is a very humble man, a little bald, humanely middle-aged, and he doesn't seem to have much money.
Many people say that he doesn't really like the dumb sister, but covets the dumb sister's money and status. I attended the wedding. The man's name seemed to be Abang. He was all sly, but he was very attentive. He kept toasting and passing cigarettes to everyone. And Dumb sister, always expressionless, looked at the empty seat next to me.
Many men are not remembered because of this or that. He is remembered because he will never come back.
It is said that Sister Yu and this man are good, because this man is a wine shop, and the number of gifts is too much. Every time I see the female customer getting drunk, I take care of it, and then they have a relationship.
After recovering from the injury of the leather bag, I went to take the self-examination and my major seemed to be international trade.
However, in his own words, because of his own cultural level, he can't even read the questions, let alone how to answer them. In English, he can't even recognize the twenty-six letters.
In the end, he returned to this business, but he would never make a big deal. His partner said that his current mantra is "If you have money to make lifeless flowers, it is better to go home and sell tofu flowers."
The leather bag became the best craftsman among their group, but the least courageous. I think that he will soon become a man of a generation, at least he will be quite rich.
Speaking of Xiuxiu, I think Xiuxiu should like Xiaohua. After all, they are people who really grew up together and took on tasks together, but that kind of love.
It may not be the kind of like I think, because the two of them are too familiar with each other, and many of the affection that should be there has become another deeper thing before it has occurred.
Xiuxiu didn't contact me again, maybe it was because I was sad, maybe it was the tragic situation that happened at the end and the decision I made at that time, so that she could no longer face me.
At this time, my heart had already cultivated well enough, and her escape seemed to be irrelevant to me.
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 man who keeps going forward for purpose.
Even if there are countless barbs on the road he walks, he will keep going forward, regardless of any damage, knowing that all his flesh has been scraped off by the barbs or he has reached the destination alive.
In fact, for the two generations of us, I already know a general outline of the affairs of the previous generation, but for him and his purpose, I really don't know at all.
I can clearly list everyone's purpose. But stuffy oil bottle, he seems to have always been a passive puppet, in all things, he seems to act for the purpose of others.
However, judging from my experience with stuffy oil bottles, he is a very purposeful person. Every time he enters a place, he has his own purpose.
Judging from his missing professional skills and the constant sleepwalking state along the way, he must know much more than us.
Many times I feel that in his heart, our forehead is ridiculous, and his purpose is the core.
At that time, he refused to accompany everyone again and resolutely embarked on the path of his choice alone.
"You have walked with me enough. The next road is the last road. None of you can bear it. I hope you will stop following me."
***, what is this thing, we are involved in such a big conspiracy, I finally see the situation clearly, but found that Booyou Bottle doesn’t care about this at all, what he cares about is something we don’t know. matter.
Should I hold his thigh and cry "Don't leave us"? Given the mood and situation at the time, no one had the strength to do so, so 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 not shown any signs of unraveling.
After I parted with him, he never heard from him.
Go An's destiny, he went all the way to the north, seeming to be towards his end. Judging from the expression he showed when he left, all our horrors at the time were of little importance to him.
I still remember the words the fat man said: If one of your relatives dies and the others are still alive, you will feel that this death is a huge catastrophe.
And if your relatives pass away one by one within a year, you will slowly become numb. The look in the eyes of the little brother when he left seemed to be the latter.
Over a long period of time, looking at the people around you one by one in various ways, you find that no one can stay by your side. At this time, you will have another view of death.
A layer deeper than numbness is indifferent, indifferent to death.
Time slowly passed. I have been waiting for the secrets mentioned in this letter to be revealed, but nothing has been sent to me.
At first, I received emails twice a day, then once a day, then once three days, and finally once a week, but I never received any information.
I think there will be no more emails sent to me. I have been deceived again, and everything seems to be over.
I am not sad or even tangled. Afterwards, I even hoped that the email would not come.
I open my mailbox every week, then close it silently, look at the scenery by the West Lake, and scold my subordinates. Such days seem to be good.
In fact, the email arrived a long time ago, but I didn’t know at the time. A person who looked exactly like me had already taken the email away. I only found out about it after a long time. .
A year later, in Liqiu, I rode a bicycle around the West Lake to exercise. Then I returned to the shop. As soon as I walked in, I saw Wang Meng's face a little strange.
After this period of exercise, Wang Meng is already a particularly calm and angry child. This expression now means that he encountered something that he couldn't solve by himself.
I asked him what was wrong, he pointed to the side, and I saw that in the corner of the shop, there was a person standing, he was looking through some of the unsalable rubbings we were selling.
I am quite familiar with the figure of this man, but at that moment, I did not recognize him. He was wearing a black sweater with a large backpack beside him.
"Brother." I recognized him when he turned his head, "You... why... why are you back?"
He looked at me faintly for a long time before saying: "I'll say goodbye to you, my time is up."