I have a strong sense of self-esteem, at this moment I felt a strong sense of frustration, I couldn't help but feel a little lost and sad, raised my glass, and drank this so-called new product. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your alcohol content is too low, you won't get drunk no matter how much you drink!"

A familiar voice appeared, and I hurriedly put down the cup and looked to the side, and the white-haired old man was already sitting next to me at some point, with his trademark smile on his face.

"Old man, why did you come out of here?"

The white-haired old man didn't answer me, but just handed me a bottle of beer that had been opened, and said, "If you want to dispel your sorrows, even if you don't drink white, at least you need beer to talk about it!" ”

I took the beer, didn't drink it, but put it aside, "Kill your worries?" Who are you talking about? “

The white-haired old man pointed at me.

I sneered, "I'm worried? No kidding! I don't want to live too chic! ”

"Oh, that's it! Looks like I'm self-inflicted! The white-haired old man smiled, pointed to my group of fox friends and said, "Those are your friends, right?" Why don't you go over and say hello to them? ”

This white-haired old man is obviously deliberately pretending to be confused, and he is here to fool me around.

I turned my head, glanced at the white-haired old man, and said angrily, "How do you say hello?" Tell them that I am Ling Feng, and I borrowed the corpse to come to see you? Dead old man, don't look for trouble! ”

The white-haired old man smirked, "Blame me, I didn't think so carefully!" ”

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me what you're here for, right?"

"Oh, what else can you do when you come to the bar, of course you're here to play!"

When I heard the white-haired old man say that he was here to play at the bar, I almost didn't laugh out loud. With a look of disbelief and disgust, he looked the white-haired old man up and down, "Just your old body, you still come to the bar to toss, don't be funny!" Hurry up and tell the truth! ”

"Who says you can't come to a bar when you're old?" As he spoke, the white-haired old man deliberately shook the beer that had already drunk most of the bottle of beer in his hand in front of me, "I've been here for most of the day, but you didn't notice me." If it weren't for the strange loneliness of you, I wouldn't have bothered to talk to you! ”

As for the white-haired old man's defense, I naturally didn't believe a word, and after snorting coldly, I didn't pay attention to him anymore.

The white-haired old man saw that I didn't pay attention to him, so he took the initiative to talk: "How have you been in the past two days, how is the novel being written?" ”

I was originally depressed because of the novel, so I came out to relax. But this white-haired old man is so immortal, but at this time he mentioned me about the novel, which clearly shows that he can't get along with me. It made my already aggrieved heart depressed to the extreme.

"Old man, drink your wine, this hundred days have not yet arrived! Why do you care so much? My tone became heavy, and my face drooped, so that anyone with a little eyesight could tell that I was angry.

But the white-haired old man didn't care at all, he took a sip of the beer in his hand with a smile, and continued to say leisurely: "This hundred days is not long, not short, you have to pay attention......

The white-haired old man said to himself, but my face had become more and more ugly, and the anger in my heart had been fully expressed on my face, and that anger would erupt at any time.

But angry is angry, I still don't have any way to deal with the white-haired old man. After all, in the current situation, my relationship with the white-haired old man, it is obvious that I am subject to him, and my fate is not in my hands, but completely pinched by him. Therefore, no matter how angry I am, there is really no way to deal with the white-haired old man except for patience.

In this way, the white-haired old man chattered in my ear for a long time, which made me upset and angry, and in a fit of rage, I got up directly from my seat and prepared to leave the bar.

Not long after I stood up, the white-haired old man grabbed me and asked, "Young man, this nightlife has just begun, where are you going?" ”

With a stomach full of resentment, I said indignantly, "Where else can I go? Home, of course! As he spoke, he shook off the white-haired old man's hand and prepared to turn around and walk out.

The white-haired old man saw that I had made up my mind, so he hurriedly dissuaded: "Don't worry, I still have something to tell you!" ”

At this time, I had already turned around, and when I heard the white-haired old man say this, I turned my head casually and glared at him, "No need to talk about it!" I've been taught what you said before! I'll go back to writing a novel right now, and I won't bother you about it, thank you! As soon as I said that, I walked out of the bar without looking back.

After leaving the bar, I didn't go straight home. At this time, the mood has fallen to the bottom. I originally came out to relax, but I didn't expect this heart to be dissipated, and I was angry, which was terrible.

In a bad mood, I slowly walked to the river. Sit down on a bench by the river and look at the river with the night breeze blowing.

"Didn't you say go home and write a novel? Why are you sitting here and blowing the wind? ”

Once again, the white-haired old man appeared silently beside me like a ghost.

I'm not surprised by this situation, anyway, it's not the first time this old man has played elusive. I continued to stare at the river, but said to him perfunctorily, "Don't bother me, I want to be alone." ”

"I don't want to bother you, I just have something to tell you, and I'll leave when I'm done." The white-haired old man said softly.

I sighed softly, I had no choice but to follow his wishes, let him finish what he wanted to say, and send him away as soon as possible.

"Say whatever you want!" I deliberately paused, suppressed my voice, and then continued: "But the ugly words are ahead, if it's still about preaching or something, then don't have the patience to listen!" ”

The white-haired old man waved his hand again and again and said, "Don't preach, never preach!" You can rest assured of this! ”

"Oh well! Old man, if you have anything to say, just say it! ”

The white-haired old man pondered for a moment, looking like he was preparing words, and then he spoke: "Do you remember 'The Thin Sunset'? ”

The white-haired old man said that "The Sun is Thin and the Sunset" is the last book I wrote before my death, and I remember the response on the Internet at that time, which was quite good, not to mention popular, at least it can be regarded as a hit.

But the white-haired old man suddenly mentioned this book to me at this time, what did he want to say to me?