"Do you know how to play?"

"No, it won't. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ“

The man on the ground had been fiddling with dominoes for nearly three hours, and after failing, rebuilding, and succeeding again and again, he finally said his first words to me.

"I don't have enough imagination, patience and care." I replied, and changed my sitting position, the couch behind me was hard and a little uncomfortable.

"I'm a poor person, I grew up, I only had one playmate, and that was myself, so sometimes I seem a little narcissistic, and even ignore other people, but it's not, I just don't know how to deal with other people." He played with the white dominoes in his hand, and his eyes were a little afraid to look at me.

"Do you believe in love?" He then asked.

"Believe, but not forever."

"Then your life is so sad, I believe forever, the kind of eternity until you grow old." At that moment, I seemed to see in his eyes what he meant by eternity, a kind of stubborn madness, but also a conceit of believing that I could control it together.

He slowly stood up, and the environment around him changed, and the humble decoration was slowly replaced by a more modest wooden house, and I also straightened up, because there was no place to sit down. The surrounding area was empty, the planks were stacked horizontally, and his whole body was tense and straight, and suddenly the doorway became noisy.

Gunshot! Yes, it was the sound of gunfire, the gunfire was getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, the noise of the door was gradually replaced by the sound of gunfire, and life seemed incomparably small and precious at that moment, and tears fell down his cheeks on the ground, and there was no sound, and the wet earth was not eye-catching, because the blood outside the door had flowed in.

"Let's go." I don't know if he's talking to me, or if he's talking to himself. Draw the gun, load, pull the trigger, change the magazine. Dodge, ambush, guerrilla, assassination, looting supplies. He didn't say anything along the way, I had to run after him, the bullets kept flying by, and I could even feel the heat burning my cheeks, and I could imagine the pain as the dogs pounced on me and tore my muscles.

Finally he couldn't hold it anymore and sat on the branch of a tree, eating compressed biscuits while staring at a lone foe.

It was a sir, in a brand new military uniform, and even the leather shoes were clean.

He swallowed the last bite of the biscuit and began to aim. The chief was very calm, quietly lit a cigarette, and slowly spat out a smoke ring in our direction.

Boom

He shot decisively, and the impact of the bullet scattered the smoke ring and shot into the opponent's head, the picture was not as terrifying as imagined, but it was also by no means kind.

"It's over?" I asked, holding my voice down.

"One more than that." He retracted his grab, withdrew his bullets, slid down the tree, and ran to another place. I had no choice but to follow, only to find that he was running in a small town.

The town was not big, and there were probably thousands of households, so we went to have a full meal and a shower, and before I could get a good night's sleep, I saw him go out with a polished gun.

Knock knock

He knocked softly on the door. The door was opened by a very delicate woman, dressed in a peach-colored cheongsam, revealing enough skin to make any normal man think wildly.

The woman's red lips opened lightly, closed one by one, said something, then gave him a comforting smile, took the white domino in his hand, took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his handbag and handed it to him.

When I was about to blurt out the word transaction, he glared at me and held it back.

As if sensing my presence, the woman smiled gently in my direction, and that smile was so refreshing that it is still unforgettable.