[Ping Xie] The End of Time

I woke up in the early morning. This was the last day of the appointment. I shook the fat man awake. Washed my face. How will he show up? What will be the first sentence? Will he be alone when he comes out? A group of people, do I want to kill everything that comes out after him? I checked the ammunition, sat down in front of the bronze door, and held two guns. After thinking about it, I felt it was inappropriate. In fact, I didn't sleep all night. I huffed and put the gun behind me. The fat man came over and handed over a mobile phone, "Let's 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 was full of square dance soundtracks. I think this guy will shrink back when I play this, although I think it's quite exciting. "Don't you have anything to suit the occasion?" "There's a song that's been very popular recently. A little girl from Banai wrote it to me." The fat man took it over and flipped it over for a long time before he pulled it out: "see? You? Again." I let it go, quietly, not singing loudly. It was in English. I listened to the song silently, and the fat man didn't speak. "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, which sounded pretty good. So I stayed silent and listened for a long time. It's not like he won't come out anymore. I sighed, slowly. The fat man fell asleep, snoring slightly. I tried to keep my spirits up, but I couldn't help but fell asleep while listening to the music. Dimly, I saw the bronze door open. I am the little match girl, I thought, I rubbed my face and opened my eyes. Sure enough it didn't. I knew this wouldn't work, so I looked at the fat man and started talking to him. "The people in that village will make a kind of snack made of glutinous rice and brown sugar. Because there is enough rain, there is a special kind of weed in the village called Yuzai Ginseng. In this kind of snack, there are Yuzai Ginseng petals. Eating it can make your memory long." I said. The fat man responded vaguely. "Yuzai ginseng only flowers but does not bear fruit. When you want to plant it, you can only rely on rhizomes. However, it is said that the fruit rarely bears fruit. The fruit can remind people of their past lives. Of course, this is a local legend." As I spoke, I yawned loudly, and my consciousness began to blur, but I continued to speak. I don't know how long I stayed up, but suddenly, I felt hazy, and a person slowly sat next to me. I hesitated for a moment and looked sideways, and the other person also looked sideways at me. Fatty slowly woke up and looked at us. I saw a familiar face, indifferent eyes, reflecting the light of the bonfire. People say that when you forget a person, the first thing you forget is his voice, but when his voice sounded, I didn't feel unfamiliar at all. "You're old," he said. The music is still flowing, in this place closest to hell. The fat man came up and hooked Menyou Ping's shoulder, making him stagger: "How can I compare with you, little brother? You can give it up!!" The bottle of stuffy oil was shaken here and there. I pulled my sleeves down to cover the scars on my hands and stood up. He smiled at me and I picked up my bag: "Let's go." We just, Long time no see. I live in the North Sea and in the South Sea. I can't send geese to convey letters to thank you; A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.