"I see that his face is so bad that he can survive fifty."

Lao Wang was very irresponsible to speak when he drank too much. His old face, which was covered with wrinkles, was blushing and purple, and he was about to ripen eggplant inside the ground.

"How old are you this year?"

I glanced at him, trying to find fault.

"I'm fifty-one, what's wrong?"

Lao Wang was drinking juice to relieve wine.

I made a gesture of telling fortunes: "I think you are like this, you will definitely not be able to survive fifty-two! Go home and find a wife and live a life! You are so old! Why are you still floating outside?! I can't move anymore in the future! I hope you can support you with my shredded pork? Maybe he will die before you!"

"I used to have a wife..."

Lao Wang looked at the roof with deep eyes, holding the bottle of wine in his hand tighter, and his tone of speech inadvertently showed his old look: "She has been dead for many years, and the medical facilities were not as good as they are now. I had difficulty giving birth and bleeding, and she and the child were gone... they were gone..."

"Sorry...I said the wrong thing..."

I realized that I mentioned Lao Wang's sad memories.

Lao Wang didn't cry at all, but just missed the past with a calm attitude: "It's okay... birth, old age, sickness and death will have fate... I just feel that I didn't let my wife live a good life... I didn't let her catch up with the good times now. Maybe if my son survived and got married earlier, I would have brought my grandson... The family would be ordinary and live a reunion together."

"well……"

I sighed and didn't know how to comfort Lao Wang.

"It's all over...it's all over..."

Lao Wang put down his wine glass, sat on the bench, with his back against the wall, and murmured tiredly. As if in a dim drunkenness, he saw his dead wife coming back to find him, listening to his unbearable memories over the years.

After a while... Lao Wang's head snored everywhere.

Old Zhou walked up to me with two bottles of white wine: "Big son! Let's drink one?! How long hasn't you been drinking together?"

"Okay, drink one..."

Lao Zhou and I found two benches, sat in the corner of the table, filling two glasses of white wine. I picked up a glass of white wine and gently knocked the table: "Godfather, you said that there are only such a group of people, why does it make me feel very painful to live?"

"Doesn't it make you feel dead?"

Old Zhou still used his unique drinking expression, squinted his eyes and curled his lips, drinking like an elite among the lazis: "Some people may be smooth sailing all their lives, while others may be bumpy all their lives."

"It's good if you keep going on bumpy or smooth sailing."

Lao Zhou seemed to know the mentality of these people very well, and used the most vulgar words to analyze: "I'm afraid that it will be smooth sailing at first and then it will be bumpy! Many people, including you and me, may suddenly fall down and fall into a state of paralysis. They may not be able to relieve themselves in the second half of their lives, and they will start to give up on themselves and pin their hopes of living on death."

"Then why not die?"

I became a fool for no reason.

Lao Zhou drank a glass of white wine and continued, "I want to die but I dare not!"

"I'm not living much harder than them!"

I was so eager to argue with Lao Zhou.

"You're quite fucking hard!"

Lao Zhou added another glass of white wine to himself: "As long as people live, they will have a lot of concerns and bonds. These concerns and bonds are the hopes of these people who want to die. Let's talk about Wang Manliang, that's Lao Wang. Will his wife tell him before he dies, you want to live well for me... After talking about it, Lao Wang still wants to die? Do you have to live harder? But it will still be very painful, but this obsession still supports them to live!"

"Um……"

I seem to understand something.

"Just torture yourself and self-entanglement in this kind of pain... I will never be happy in my life!"

When Lao Zhou talked about his emotions, he suddenly smashed the table with his fist: "It's just such a fucking pain! You can't tell others! If you talk too much, it's like you're too fucking pretentious! If you don't say it, you're fucking up! You're talking about it because you're eating too much salt! You're so fucking up your throat, and you want to find water to drink it, but you don't know who poured the fucking water! You can't even find a way to quench your thirst! You're always thirsty!"

"Calm down! Calm down!"

I saw that he was anxious and quickly persuaded him without saying a word: "Dear father, will you miss my godmother? She has been away for several years."

"Think of it..."

Listening to my godmother, Lao Zhou seemed to have lost all his strength and energy, leaning on the bench weakly, holding up his wine glass, as if drinking and having fun with others, and he muttered poems with rare curses: "Ten years of life and death are vast, and I can't forget it if I don't think about it. There is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we don't know each other, and our faces are covered with frost... I miss you, and I miss you, and I will eventually become empty. The sunset is endless, and the sky is endless, and I can see the flying geese by the column..."

"well……"

I patted Lao Zhou on the shoulder, stood up, and walked to the old sister: "Sister, you can play for them for a while...I want to go out for a walk by myself..."

"Bad mood?"

My sister was worried about me when she saw me frowning.

"It's okay... I just stay here and feel stuffy..."

I reached out and rubbed her head: "Don't mess with them too late. Go home when it's over... I'll go with Fatty Fang and the others, so there's no danger."

"Um……"

The sister had to nod her head well.

"well……"

I walked out of the private room quietly, lit a cigarette, and went downstairs to walk out of the barbecue restaurant.

The cold wind at twelve o'clock in the night made my scalp feel a little numb.

Perhaps it was because of the drunkenness and dream of death that I had not yet calmed down.

I stood on the curb and looked at the lonely ghosts coming and going. The god suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Are you in pain?!"

Silent.

There were several lonely ghosts with outstanding spirituality who heard what I said and stopped floating, and their eyes were full of questions.

“Hahaha…”

I smiled embarrassedly and turned around and walked around the curb. There was no direction or a random way to move forward.

Smoke one cigarette after another.

I became more and more depressed, and I didn't know why I was sad.

Time quietly comes to one o'clock in the night.

I have successfully walked along the wide road with street lights and is not remote, which is a national highway. The national highway signs mark the distance to various places.

"well!"

I looked up at the street sign, and it was 25km away from Shuangcheng City.

If I were the ones I used to be, I would have been tired after walking such a long way, but my body strengthened by the system mother, I had no intention of resting at this moment.

A truck passed by during the national highway.

The roar caused me to feel extremely upset.

I thought about it and turned around and walked back. But I chose another fork. The road sign on this fork was Lubei District. I wanted to go home and sleep.

He lowered his head and kicked the small stones under his feet.

It feels boring to kick for a while, and it kicks a stone to the end of the road like a football shot.

“It’s so boring…”

I began to talk to myself in a daze: "Use the Ghost King mask to scare ghosts and play with it? It's boring!"

"Fly with the Ghost King's cloak to hit the plane?"

"No... that will endanger other people's lives!"

"Use the Internet to sing songs to ghosts?"

"No... I always sing. I'm going to know the big singer of Songdong City. I'll have to welcome me."

"Roll two lucky dice?"

"No... If you are not lucky, you will be bad!"

"Then... can you play Guan Gong's knife?"

"Pealants on the road have to treat me as a lunatic when they come over! If they don't get it, they have to call the police and arrest me. Who will be detained?"

"That……"

"Then what! Living is so boring, being human! I'm so sorry!"

"I'm so bored! I'm so bored!"

I pinched my waist with my left hand and aimed my middle finger at the dark and cloudless sky with my right hand, trying to provoke God: "Your uncle! You have the ability to cause me some trouble! Let me do something! This day was too calm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights that had been extinguished on both sides of the street suddenly lit up.

"Squeak squeak..."

The light bulb was so bright that it had exceeded the maximum voltage of the wire. In an instant, all eight street lights were ringing. The light flashed and my eyes were blind for a moment.

Watt?!

No!? Really not!?

I'm just thinking about it! I'm not the son of destiny, a little unlucky guy won't be so high-end, God, you should be so high-end!

When I got used to the brightness of the surrounding environment, I accidentally looked up at the street sign in front of me and saw that this street sign was very different from ordinary street signs!

Because the street sign is blue and white, it is engraved!

There are red-clothed evil spirits appearing in front of you! Please be careful to detour!

Oh my, my uncle!
Chapter completed!