I found a table by the window in the outer building with Fuyou Bottle. The sky is overcast, the gloomy cloudy weather, the dark clouds are depressed, and it seems that it will rain soon.
The stuffy oil bottle remained silent as always. Fortunately, I was used to his indifference before. After I ordered the food by myself, I saw him silently looking out the window.
I know that if I don't speak, his state may last until he leaves, and he will never speak first because of the cold.
After being blown in the cold wind of West Lake for five or six minutes, when the first dish came, I lit a cigarette and asked him: "Your business, is it done?"
"Yeah." He nodded. I realized that it was true. In his eyes, the previous persistent aura was gone, replaced by a deeper indifference.
Unlike the time when he lost his memory, this deeper indifference is a kind of extreme peace of mind.
"Is everything done?" I asked him. He turned to look at me: "It's over."
"Then what do you plan to do in the future? Where do you want to go? Or, live in Hangzhou? I asked, calculating my property in my heart.
Housing prices in Hangzhou have risen rapidly recently. If this pauper wants to buy a house in Hangzhou, he will definitely ask me to borrow money!
He didn't know where his money was used, and he had never seen a big ticket in his pocket. I don’t have enough money with my books. If he wants me to borrow money to buy a house, I'd better persuade him to rent for a period of time.
"I have to go back where I should go," he said.
"Where are you going alone? Are you far away?" I answered him, and he picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the dish in silence, and nodded.
"Then you are here..." I seldom chatted with him so seriously, feeling particularly embarrassed, and had to follow his words and ask them one after another.
"I'm here to say goodbye to you." He said, "This is all over. I thought about my relationship with this world. It seems that the only thing I can find now is you."
"It's okay, you can call me or write to me in the future. You can't type, do you know how to write?" I said, "In modern society, there is no such a long distance in the true sense."
He did not respond and continued to eat vegetables.
The movement of the stuffy oil bottle is very light, it seems to be so light that it does not require any effort. This is actually the reason for the extreme strength of his wrist and the extremely accurate control of his own movements.
When I ate with him before, there were always all kinds of people around. I didn't pay much attention to him. Now I look at it and I find it very strange.
The atmosphere was silent again, and I began to miss the fat man very much. It turned out that I never felt that the reason for the cold was because the fat man silently paid so much burden for the atmosphere. Now there are only two of us, and I really can't help it.
"Let’s say, where are you going? We’ve experienced so much, it’s definitely a lifetime
Friends, just keep in touch. "
I continued, "If you have any needs, just follow me
mouth. Although I am not rich, I can still support you in my basic life. "
"I'm going to Changbai Mountain." He said.
"Oh, that's a very cold place." I said, "The south of the Yangtze River is so nice, with four distinct seasons and a humid climate, it is a good place to raise people."
"I can only go there." He put down his chopsticks as he said.
After he said this sentence, we no longer had a decent conversation. In the silence, we finished eating silently, and I had no embarrassment anymore.
He put down his chopsticks, looked at me, and said to me, "Goodbye."
After speaking, he stood up, picked up his bag and walked downstairs. I was a little surprised, and shouted there, "We haven't finished our food yet."
He was already downstairs, I dullly smoked a few cigarettes, stood up and leaned against the window, and saw that he had gone along Gushan Road.
I sat down and said to my heart what the situation was. Does he have no money to pay the bill for fear of embarrassment? I used to go a lot when I didn't have any money. I haven't seen him like this before.
I tasted the words he said just now, I found it a little strange, I always felt that there was a particularly inexplicable feeling in his words.
"I'm here to say goodbye to you." "It's all over. I thought about my relationship with this world. It seems that the only thing I can find now is you."
Suddenly I stood up from my seat, and remembered one of his titles—Professional Missing Person.
He had to leave before, and he would never say a word, nor did he say anything when Banai said goodbye to us.
Saying goodbye to a professional missing person seems unlikely, and this time he traveled far and wide and rushed to me from other places to say goodbye to me.
This goodbye must be different from his previous departure.
A strong sense of ominousness made me feel like sitting on pins and needles. Is it this city and my friend that he is leaving? no! Then he is leaving, is it this world
"Changbai Mountain?" I threw down all my cash, told the waiter to send the money I found to the Xiling Yinshe next door, then grabbed the clothes on the chair and went after it.
I chased all the way to Beishan Road. I was sweaty and I didn't catch up with him. On Beishan Road, there are only countless empty taxis shuttled back and forth on the road.
I ran back to my shop again, simply packed my luggage, and when I carried it on my back, I said to Wang Meng, "I want to go out."
Wang Meng's face turned pale immediately, and he grabbed me. I asked him why, and he said: "Boss, in the past, there was a person in the shop, and then you hurried to leave.
Have to leave for a long time. You have to explain. "
I said that I had no time to explain, so I said to him: "When someone comes to me, I will say that I am out on vacation, and you will take care of everything. If there is a big deal, it is not particularly safe to leave. Everything I'll talk about it when I come back."
"Are you really coming back?" Wang Meng asked.
I asked him: "Why do you ask?"
He said: "Didn't you say that you will never leave indiscriminately again? In general, all the masters on TV will die if they are called out again after retiring from the rivers and lakes. Boss, you have to be careful."
I patted him, and said my heart, come back and clean up your crow's mouth. I stopped paying attention to him, turned around and ran out.
The stuffy bottle doesn't have an ID card, and he can't take a plane. He must take a car or a train. There are trains. I was in a taxi and checked the train schedule with my mobile phone. I immediately found that it was impossible for him to take the train.
The train to Jilin only runs late at night. It seems that he should take a long-distance bus.
So, I asked a taxi to take me to the coach station. So even if I can't find him at the coach station, there is still time to go to the train station. He can't always walk there, right
Thinking of this, I feel that my plan is quite sound.
All the way to the bus station, I don't know what the peak season of transportation is. There are so many people. I squeezed into the crowd and kept searching. Several times I felt that I had seen it, but I squeezed it and found that it was not.
Then I ran to the entrance of the car and continued to search nearby, but still nothing.
I was sweating profusely, and said to my heart, could it be that the taxi driver was speeding up, and I overtook him and got here first? Or, brother really has no money. He didn't come by taxi at all, but walked? It would be good for him to walk to the intersection of Yan'an now.
After squeezing a few laps, I realized that it was impossible to find him in this situation, so I went to check the departure timetable of the car. Only then did I find that there was no car heading to Jilin. It seemed that the route was too far.
My heart settled down instantly, and I just wanted to say that he only had the train line to go. In a daze, I saw at a glance that he was sitting in a car parked outside, the car had already started, and he drove past the window of the waiting room.
I sighed and said to my heart what the situation is, there is no car going to Jilin. I immediately asked the attendant on duty, and the attendant said that this is a car going to Beijing.
Damn, I said in my heart what the situation is, no matter what the car, as long as it is in one direction, first get in and talk about it.
This is the logic of the stuffy oil bottle, only he himself knows all his actions, and it has nothing to do with reason.
I chased out of the station. The exit of the car was far away from the waiting room. When I arrived, the car couldn't even see the taillights. I gasped and told myself that I had to calm down.
I don't believe it. In this kind of city, I would lose to a disabled person with a ninth grade of living ability.
I took a taxi and went back to the shop. Wang Meng was playing "minesweeping" happily. I-in
Go, almost frightened him to fall off his seat.
"Boss, you came back so soon this time."
"Stop talking nonsense." I kicked him off his seat, booked a ticket online, and then quickly checked all the itineraries on the Internet, where and when the bus arrived, he might continue to take a journey. After recording all of them, he rushed all the way to the airport.
After flying to Beijing, I was at least five hours earlier than the car's arrival time. I bought a few tea eggs at the exit of the bus station to eat, waiting for the arrival of the stuffy oil bottle.
I was thinking, how should I persuade him
I can't beat him at all, and I can't run away. If he is determined, I can't do anything about it. It's just a waste of words here.
Either I took advantage of the situation and attacked him from behind. I found a brick on the side, weighed it, and looked at the tea egg seller next to him. His height is about the same as a stuffed oil bottle, just a few more pictures.
A picture of the stuffy oil bottle kicking me directly onto the wall came up in my mind. His alertness is too high. I think the probability of a sneak attack on him is too low. Moreover, if I succeed, I will shoot him to death at once, and I will have to go to jail and be shot.
If I go down and see him again, I don't know how to explain it to him.
Medication
I thought to myself, I wonder if modern sleeping pills have an effect on his physique. If it is useful, I will first lie to him to go to a place to rest, and then say that I have a particularly important thing to discuss with him, hoping that he can help me.
After that, I put sleeping pills in the drink, and when he passed out, I tied him up firmly, asked Xiaohua for a car, and sent him directly back to Hangzhou.
When I heard that I was looking for him to discuss things, I turned around and left without any response. I must go up to drag him at this moment, and then he was reflexive again.
Feet, kick me on the wall.
I have a splitting headache, and it doesn't help me to think about it. Even if I am tied back to Hangzhou, I can't keep him. Unless I make an iron cage to lock him up, he will leave if he says.
If he is put in a mental hospital, it may be possible, but his skills are so good that I don't think he can be trapped anywhere, and it will also affect the doctors and nurses of the mental hospital.
Thinking about it, my heart was cold. I found that it was impossible. I couldn't change his mind.
However, I still have to try my best. I also wondered whether the stuffy oil bottle was just going to settle in the village under Changbai Mountain, visiting the snow-capped mountains every day, smoking old pipes, and preparing to spend his old age in that place
It doesn't matter, even then, I'm just ugly at best, it doesn't matter.
When I took back my thoughts, I saw the tea egg seller looking at the brick in my hand, hurriedly closing the stall and leaving.
Maybe when I thought about it, the expression was very strange. I quickly got rid of the bricks and made a decision in my heart: This is the last persuasion. If I can't persuade, I won't force it.
However, the stuffy oil bottle will never make me happy. I waited at the bus station. When the car arrived in the early morning, I found that there was no stuffy oil bottle on the car.
I watched everyone get off the car one by one, and then left. After looking behind them for a long time, I finally made sure that there was no stuffy oil bottle. I immediately got into the car, grabbed the driver directly, and asked about the stuffy oil bottle
Where did you go.
It took a long time for the driver to realize what I was talking about. He told me that the stuffy oil bottle got off at a toll booth midway. I shook the driver’s head and asked him: "Are you sure you got off
Instead of falling on the toilet for too long? "The driver said that the stuffy oil bottle himself told him that he couldn't be wrong.
I asked about the location of the toll booth, and then I found an internet cafe nearby, opened the map and checked it myself. I found that there was a small town not far from the toll booth, and there was a car that could lead to Erdaobaihe.
I called Xiaohua and asked him to directly arrange a car for me. I paid all the expenses and rushed directly to Erdaobaihe. I sighed in my heart, I really underestimated this disabled brother with ninth grade of living ability.
Obviously, he has a clear mind about shortcuts to certain places, whether in ancient tombs or in modern society.
The gossip on the road was unspoken, and at dawn the next day, I had reached Erdaobaihe.
After getting off the bus, I immediately asked the local people about the drop-off point of the black car. When I arrived at the drop-off point, I happened to see the stuffy oil bottle walking in one direction with the luggage on his back.
I stopped him immediately, and he looked back and saw me, slightly surprised. However, he didn't even ask me why I was following, instead he continued to turn around and walked forward. I immediately stumbled and followed.