As the airliner traveled through the clouds, the nascent morning sun gradually spreading throughout the sky, Simon glanced out the window, and the rolling golden clouds were at his feet, "What will these clouds reveal as they are?" Simon thought to himself. At about the same time, a private jet with a dragon-shaped livery on the tail was flying towards Italia from the far east, and in the cabin, Long Yun was sitting on a comfortable sofa seat in a black dragon-patterned Tang suit, and on the low table in front of him was a purple brocade box containing the "Dragon Tear Knife". Looking at the gradually lit sky outside the window, Long Yun's ruddy lips skimmed a shallow smile: "How do you feel that I am more like a courier on this trip?" ”

Above the sky, fate finally kneaded the two different routes together, under the sky, the morning light shone through the earth, the warm light poured into the room through the windowpane, the old butler knocked on the door with clean clothes and a cane in his hand, Gawain's back fell on the floor covered with warm light, the old butler put the clothes on the bed and said: "Your figure does not match the master, so I found a few clothes that the old master wore when he was young, although some of them are outdated but still clean." ”

Gawain turned to him and said, "Thank you." Old butler: "Do you have any other commands?" Gawain: "No. Old butler: "Do you need a guard?" Gawain: "No need. The old butler: "Okay." He paused and said, "It's far from the city, and there's a lot less entertainment, so if you're tired, you can take a seat at Sam's Bar three blocks away." The left pocket of the jacket has money ready for you. ”

Gawain nodded: "Okay, thank you." Old butler: "I will prepare lunch and wait for you to return." With that, he gently pushed the door shut. Gawain picked up his clothes and walked to the mirror. Looking at the person in the mirror, his hair was messy, his complexion was sallow, his beard was messy on his chin, his sunken eye sockets, and his black eyes were staring straight into the mirror in the thick dark circles.

"Who is this?" Gawain said sarcastically, he took off his clothes, the bandages covering the shocking wounds, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental pain. "Who are you? What are you doing now? Are you still alive now? As he put on his clothes, he heard another voice in his heart constantly shouting accountability.

Gawain glanced at the cane leaning against the bed, hesitated for a moment, picked it up, pushed the door and walked out. The sound of the cane tapping on the old wooden staircase grew farther and farther away. At this time, the old butler looked at the figure of Gao Wen downstairs through the window and said to himself: "I hope you can 'regain your life' as the master said." ”

Gawain stepped out the door and glanced at where he was staying. It is a two-storey townhouse with a curving street that, like the streets of Italia's old town, can only accommodate two cars to get to Guò. These days, he has been in a half-asleep state. He vaguely remembered that he was not in Italia, but in the neutral nation of Elevedia in the country adjacent to him.

Mafia has not been able to expand its branch here. Although he is adjacent to Italia. Probably because it has been a neutral country for so long. Therefore, there is no zài in the land of this country, and there are no roots for Mafia to stand on.

He walked aimlessly down the street, and the scenery on the ancient street attracted the lens of many pedestrians or tourists, who stopped to talk about them and put them in the camera. Or stop and look at the bricks and stones, Gawain walked through them with a cane, just like people who have lived here for many years, thinking that every qiē here is so ordinary.

In fact, his eyes were watching, but his heart was not thinking with his eyes. What was he thinking? What do you think? Even he knew it, and as he walked along, he saw the little bar called "Sam", and he was very ordinary outside, as if it were the entrance to an apartment. "If you're tired, you can take a seat at Sam's Bar three blocks away. The left pocket of the jacket has money ready for you. ”

Gawain felt the pocket of his jacket, stood in the doorway and paused for a moment before finally walking in. The doorbell reminds guests that it is really a small bar, with wooden tables that can be counted on your fingers and a long bar, and a few picture frames hanging on the wood-colored walls, framed with yellowed old photos. The wine cabinet is filled with bottles of different heights.

"What do you need?" The old man in his sixties behind the bar asked him. Such a style of old bar fits the age of the person who runs him. Gawain: "Napoleon. Old man: "Guest, I don't think your current drink is suitable for your state of mind." ”

Gawain: "What state of mind?" The old man wiped his glass and said, "I have seen many people with eyes like you, in the bar or in the ...... Somewhere else. Gawain: "It's the 'look of a loser'." The old man touched his upturned white beard: "What you said is very sure." Gawain: "Isn't that so?" Old man: "Now it seems that it is true. As he spoke, he took out his glass and began to mix wine while saying, "Tourists?" ”

Gawain: "Sort of. The old man said, "Alone? Gawain: "Harmony...... A not-so-familiar person together. The old man said humorously, "He must be very depressed with you." Gawain: "Maybe, I don't know. Old man: "He's also a loser?" Gawain: "I don't know, we haven't had too deep contact. ”

Old man: "Oh, it seems that I shouldn't have asked any more questions, it would involve personal privacy." Gawain: "It's okay, that's all I know anyway." Old man: "How long are you going to stay here?" Is there a next destination? ”

Hear "How long?" Destination? Gawain didn't know how to answer, he didn't know how long he was going to stay here, and as for the next destination, the first reaction in his mind was actually - the grave.

Gawain sighed and replied, "I don't know." Old man: "Do you think that you may stay here for the rest of your life, and if you have a purpose, then it is just a stone monument." ”

Gawain suddenly raised his head, and saw that the old man's bartending movements were slow but very attentive, as if every drop of liquid had a soul worthy of his respect, and he was pious and prepared to blend different flavors together.

Old man: "Don't be surprised, I said I've seen many people with eyes like you. Gawain: "What happened to them in the end?" The old man raised his eyebrows: "Some have come back, some have not come back, and some have stayed here." Gawain: "It's nothing more than these three options." ”

Old man: "The circumstances are the same, but the final choice is different, although you fail, your life is still in your own hands." The old man said as he handed the glass to him, the glass of the cocktail glass reflected three distinct colors of white, red, and black, and the bubbles slowly floated up around the ice, and the faint bar light cast an elusive mystery over the cocktail.

Old man: "There's brandy in there, too, and if you don't think it fits, I'll change it to 'Napoleon.'" Gao Wen looked at the cocktail in front of him without rolling his eyes: "My qiē has been taken away by someone, can I still choose?" The old man smiled: "Oh, young man, he only took away your past, aren't you here now?" ”

At this time, someone outside the door called his name outside, and the old man: "Oh! Why do you have to shout outside the door every time, you 'cut throat'? As he spoke, he slowly turned out of the bar, and at this time, Gao Wen was surprised to see that the old man who looked energetic was walking with a little lameness, and his right trouser tube was swaying from side to side, well, it was probably because it was a mechanical prosthetic that was supported inside.

When the door was opened, a beam of sunlight shone on the wall of old photographs, one of which was a bust of a young officer, and the other was a group photo of a family, with a young officer holding a child of about a year or two in one hand and a beautiful woman in the other.

Gawain then picked up the glass and took a sip, and he saw a small label hanging from the lemon slice on the mouth of the glass with beautiful italics written on it: "Unforgettable" - "unforgettable".

It is precisely because it is "unforgettable" that it is necessary to continue. Gawain stood up and pushed open the door to the bar, his pace noticeably quicker. The old man stood at the door of the bar and watched Gawain's back quickly disappear from sight, he squinted his eyes and nodded slightly, then walked into the bar and looked at the money pressed under the wine glass and said to himself: "It seems that there are really too many things waiting for him to do." (To be continued......)