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The two of them became the only survivors of the incident.

Lao Liang lay in the hospital for a long time because he was frightened, and when he was discharged, he was told that the work in the old town had been stopped. And because of the impact of this incident, he also quit his job in the exploration team.

picked up the wine bottle and wanted to pour himself another glass, but found that the wine bottle was empty, Lao Liang slammed the bottle on the table, his expression was no longer the same as before, and he looked much older.

Ming Chuan drooped his eyelids, holding his cheek with one hand expressionlessly, half leaning on the table, with a cigarette in his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.

Pan Shi looked at the two of them, picked up the chopsticks and put a duck head into Lao Liang's bowl, and said: "If you don't have wine, you will eat meat, and now it is more important to be comfortable than anything else, the past is over, and it is purely a nightmare." ”

Lao Liang held his breath for a long time, glared at his nephew, and said unhappily: "It's not that you stinky boy doesn't believe my words, otherwise why would I be nagging so much?"

"Believe it, how can I not believe what you say?" Pan Shi patted Lao Liang's back with a hippie smile, "Come, eat vegetables." ”

Lao Liang snorted, lowered his head and grabbed the duck head in the bowl, and just grabbed it with his hands and ate it.

Ming Chuan squinted, stared at the two people in front of him for a long time, and smoked silently.

Pan Shi felt that Mingchuan's appearance was a little strange, and asked in wonder, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it feels like this wine is a bit top. Ming Chuan picked up the chopsticks weakly, sandwiched the peanuts on the plate, and said casually.

Pan Shi knew that Ming Chuan didn't want to say more here, so he didn't continue to ask, and the three of them ate the dishes on the table cleanly.

After eating and drinking, Lao Liang wiped the corners of his mouth, his mood improved again, and he bragged and farted with Pan Shi.

Ming Chuan interjected a few words, and talked happily with the two uncles and nephews.

Feeling that it was almost over, Mingchuan stood up and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Pan Shi also stood up on crutches.

"Hey, I'm talking about this little brother. Lao Liang sat on the bench and crossed Erlang's legs, looked at Ming Chuan, and said with a mouthful of wine, "Do you think I'm making up stories?"

Ming Chuan glanced at Lao Liang when he heard this, and said, "How come? ”

"Cut, don't admit it, I'm not old enough to see people clearly. As far as I said, no one believes it to this day, not even this kid, who is completely listening to the story. Lao Liang took a sip as he spoke, rolled his eyes and glared at Pan Shi, "Don't admit it, you kid, you don't believe what I said in your heart." ”

After hearing this, Ming Chuan turned around, faced Lao Liang in front of him, held a cigarette in his mouth, and said lightly with half-squinted eyes: "Whether we believe it or not, this incident is your experience." ”

"Of course, I ......"

"Then what if others believe it or not?" Ming Chuan raised his hand and mixed the cigarette with the fingertips of his index finger and middle finger, and sighed slightly, "Anyway, these are your memories, and they have nothing to do with others." ”

Lao Liang was stunned, the first time he heard someone say such things to him, he was slightly stunned for a while.

Ming Chuan raised his head, looked out the window, and continued: "Real or nightmares, this incident has had an impact on your life, this is the reality." ”

People live in this world, and they don't know when what will happen, and some things, even if they seem inconspicuous at the time, will have an impact on the future of life.

Once these things happen, they can neither be repeated nor erased, the impact is irreversible, and the only thing that can be done is to find a way to turn the impact in a good direction.

Attachment to the darkness of the past is not a good thing for the living or the souls of the dead.

To live in the world is to learn to walk in the dark.

Ming Chuan sighed slightly, turned around and walked out of the door.

When Pan Shi limped out, he saw Mingchuan standing outside the door smoking and waiting for him.

"What's the matter, looking at your look, this opponent is very troublesome?" Pan Shi walked over and patted Ming Chuan on the shoulder.

"It's a bit of a hassle. Ming Chuan sighed and said, "Let's go, I'll send you back." ”

"Are you really going down there?" Pan Shi asked, tapping his cane on the ground.

"How do you go down? The entrance must have been sealed. Ming Chuan glanced at him and said weakly, "I thought I could hear some useful news from your uncle, but now it seems that I basically ran in vain." ”

"Why did you run away in vain?" Pan Shi wondered when he heard this, "Didn't he say it in detail?"

"It's more detailed than you said at the time. Ming Chuan said as he took Pan Shi's arm to assist him downstairs. There is no elevator in this old-fashioned house, and Pan Shi's current situation is not very convenient to go up and down the stairs.

"That ......"

"What's the use of just detailing? He hadn't seen the thing's appearance at all, he didn't know what was underneath. Ming Chuan interrupted Pan Shi's words and continued, "And how many of these descriptions were what he saw with his own eyes at the time, and how many of them were added by his imagination later, no one can know, right?"

"You mean, my second uncle is lying?" Pan Shi frowned, he had always thought that Lao Liang was lying, but after meeting Ming Chuan, this idea changed.

"I didn't say that. Ming Chuan glanced at Pan Shi with slanted eyes, snorted coldly and continued, "Memory is not very reliable. Even if your uncle tells the truth, it is the 'truth' that his memory tells him, and there is a difference between it and the real truth. ”

"Eh, what do you mean?" Pan Shi felt confused.

"In the process of recalling, memories are changed. Ming Chuan said, "People will do secondary processing of the memories in their minds according to their mood and state, so there is a certain difference between the things in the memories and what really happened at that time." After so many years, your uncle has made memories of the events of the year again and again, and each time he will add oil and vinegar according to his own situation, so it is completely impossible to verify how much of the real ingredients of these memories he is talking about now. ”

"In that case, what are you doing here?" Pan Shi didn't understand, since he remembered that things were unreliable, this guy still followed him around, did he just want to cheat and drink?

Of course, Pan Shi knew in his heart that Ming Chuan couldn't be so boring.

"Originally, I wanted to ask what that 'thing' was, but I didn't expect your uncle to see the deity at all. Ming Chuan pursed his lips and said with some irritability, "It's good now, I don't have a clue at all." (To be continued.) )