Men Youping and I found a table by the window in Louwai Building. The sky was very cloudy, with cloudy weather, dark clouds, and it seemed that it would rain soon.

Mon Oil Bottle was silent as always. Fortunately, I was already used to his indifference before. After ordering the dishes by myself, I saw him silently looking out the window.

I know that if I don't speak, his condition may continue until he leaves, and he will never speak first because of the cold.

After five or six minutes of the cold wind in West Lake, when the first dish came, I lit a cigarette and asked him, "Have you done your business?"

"Well," he nodded. I realized that it was true. In his eyes, the previous persistent aura was gone, replaced by a deeper indifference. Unlike when he lost his memory, this deeper indifference was an extreme peace of mind.

"All everything is done?" I asked him.

He turned to look at me: "It's over."

"What are you going to do in the future? Do you have a place to go? Or live in Hangzhou?" I asked, calculating my own property in my heart. Recently, housing prices in Hangzhou have risen very quickly. If this pauper wants to buy a house in Hangzhou, he will definitely ask me to borrow money! He doesn't know where his money is used, and he has never seen him have a big money in his pocket. Damn, my money is not enough. If he really borrows money from me to buy a house, I would advise him to rent it for a while before talking about it.

"I have to go back to where I should go," he said.

"Where should you go? Is it far away?" I asked him, and he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a bite of the dish silently, and nodded. .

"Then you are here..." I rarely chat with him so seriously, and I feel particularly embarrassed, so I have to ask in a while as he says.

"I'll say goodbye to you." He said, "It's all over. I thought about my relationship with this world. It seems that you can find now."

"It's okay, you can call me or write me in the future. You can't type, but you can always write, right?" I said, "In modern society, there is no real distance."

He didn't respond and continued to eat.

The movements of the oil bottle are very light, as if they are so light that they don’t need to use any strength. This is actually the reason why his wrist is extremely powerful and his control over his movements is extremely accurate. When I was having dinner with him before, there were always all kinds of people around me. I didn’t pay much attention to him, but now I look at him, and I feel very wonderful.

The atmosphere was silent again, and I began to miss the fat man so much. It turned out that the reason I never felt that the cold situation was because the fat man silently paid so much burden for the atmosphere. Now that there are only two of us, I really can't do anything about it.

"Tell me, where are you going? We have experienced so much, and we will definitely be friends for life, just contact us frequently." I continued, "If you have any needs, just talk to me. 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, "How wonderful Jiangnan is, with distinct seasons and humid climates. It's a good place to nourish people."

"I can only go there." He said and put down his chopsticks.

After he said this, we did not have a decent conversation anymore. In the quiet, we finished eating silently, and I was no longer embarrassed. He put down his chopsticks, looked at me, and said to me: "Goodbye."

After that, he stood up, carried his bag and walked downstairs. I was a little surprised and shouted there: "We haven't finished our food yet."

He had already gone downstairs. I took a few puffs of cigarettes in a depressed manner, stood up and leaned against the window, and saw that he had already gone along the Lone Mountain Road.

I sat down and thought to myself, what was going on? Is he afraid of embarrassment if he had no money? He went to have too much money when he had no money before, and I never saw him like this. After savoring the words he said just now, I felt 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 you can find now."

I suddenly stood up from my seat and remembered his name - the Missing Personnel of Professionals.

He had to leave and leave before, and never said a word, and he had never said anything when Bana said goodbye to us. It seemed unlikely that such a goodbye would happen to the missing professionals. And this time he traveled thousands of miles to me from other places and came to say goodbye to me.

This farewell must be different from his previous departure.
Chapter completed!