Between him and him, there was a bad relationship that was constantly being cut and messed up.
A meeting at the flag pavilion, a thousand-mile chase, in which they almost lost everything around them. He couldn't bring himself to kill him, and he couldn't bring himself to take revenge. Who suffered the fate of whom? Who is better off than whom?
He said, "How wonderful it would be if I were not me and you were not you."
He said, "As the boss, I'd still like to call you that. Maybe you're used to it."
He said, "Master, you and I, do you regret it?"
If everything could happen again, I only wish that we could go back to the very beginning, where we drank the smoky and fiery wine in that small flag pavilion. There is no deception or betrayal between us, nor is there any blood feud that cannot be washed away. I will make you a close friend, and you can repay me with pride. I will whisper in my ear, I love you. Morning and evening, never let each other down.