However, judging from my experience with Men Youping, he is a person with very clear purpose. Every time he goes into a place, he has his own purpose. Judging from his professional missing skills and his frequent sleepwalking along the way, he must know much more than us.

Many times I feel that in his heart, our purpose is ridiculous, and his purpose is the core.

At that time, he refused everyone's company again and resolutely embarked on the path he chose alone.

"You have walked enough with me. The next road is the last road, and no one of you can bear it. I hope you don't follow me anymore."

Damn it, what is this? We were involved in such a big conspiracy. I finally saw the situation clearly, but found that Mon Oil Bottle didn't care about these things at all. He cared about something we didn't know.

Should I hold his thigh and cry "Don't leave us" at that time? With my emotions and conditions at that time, no one had the strength to do this, so we let him go.

Now, this designed conspiracy seems to be over, and most of the mysteries around me have disappeared, but there has been no sign of any dispersion around him.

After I parted with him, he had no news.

Everyone was at peace with his destiny, and he headed north, as if he was heading towards his own end. Judging from the expression he showed when he left, all the tragic situations we had at that time were irrelevant to him.

I still remember the Fatty said: If one of your relatives dies and the others are alive, you will feel that this death is a huge catastrophe. And if your relatives die one after another within a year, you will slowly become numb. And the look of the boy's eyes when he left seems to be the latter. For a long time, watching the people around you die one by one in various ways, you find that no one can stay by your side. At this time, you will have another view on death.

The deeper layer than numbness is indifference, indifference to death.

Time passed slowly, and I was waiting for the secret mentioned in the letter to be revealed, but nothing was sent to me. At first I received emails twice a day, then once a day, then once a day, and then once a week, but I never received any information.

I think there will never be any emails sent to me again, I was deceived again, and everything seems to be over.

I was not sad or even confused. Later on, I even hoped that the email would not come. I opened the email every week, then closed it silently, looked at the scenery by the West Lake, and scolded my subordinates. This kind of life seemed to be pretty good.

In fact, the email had arrived long ago, but I didn't know at that time that someone who looked exactly like me had already taken the email away. I discovered this a long time later.

A year later, at the beginning of autumn, I rode my bicycle around West Lake for a while to exercise. Although Wang Meng was already a very calm child after this period of exercise. Now this expression means that he encountered something he could not solve today.

I asked him what was wrong, and he pointed to the edge, and I saw a man standing in the corner of the shop, looking through some unsold rubbings we sold.

I am quite familiar with this person's figure, but at that moment, I didn't recognize him. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and a large backpack was next to him.

"Brother." When he turned his head, I recognized him. "Why... why... why are you back?"

He looked at me lightly, and after a long time, he said, "I'll say goodbye to you, my time has come."
Chapter completed!