I found a table by the window outside the building. It was overcast, overcast and cloudy, the clouds were oppressive, and it seemed that it would rain soon.

The stuffy oil bottle was silent as always, but fortunately, I was already very accustomed to his indifference, and after ordering by myself, I saw him silently looking out the window.

I knew that if I didn't speak, his state would probably last until he left, and he would never be the first to speak because he was cold.

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

"Hmm," he nodded. I realized that it was true, and in his eyes, the aura of perseverance was gone, replaced by a deeper indifference. Unlike the time when he lost his memory, this deeper indifference was an extreme peace of mind.

"It's all done?" I asked him. He turned to look at me, "It's over." ”

"And what are you going to do after that? Got somewhere you want to go? Why don't you stay in Hangzhou? I asked, calculating my possessions in my heart. Recently, the housing prices in Hangzhou have risen rapidly, and if this poor man wants to buy a house in Hangzhou, he will definitely ask me to borrow money! He doesn't know where his money is going, and I've never seen him have a big ticket in his pocket. Holy shit, I don't have enough money. If he really borrowed money from me to buy a house, I would persuade him to rent it for a while.

"I need to go back to where I'm supposed to be." He said.

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

"Then are you here......" I rarely chatted with him so seriously, and I felt particularly embarrassed, so I had to follow his words and ask without a match.

"I'm here to say goodbye to you." He said. "It's all over, and I think about my relationship with the world, which seems to be something I can find now. It's just you. ”

"It's okay, you can call me later. Or write to me. You can't type, but you always write, right? I said, "In modern society, there is no real sense of special distance. ”

He didn't react and continued to eat the dishes.

The Stuffy Oil Bottle's movements were very light, and it seemed that it was so light that it didn't require any force, which was actually the reason for the great strength of his wrists and the extreme accuracy of his control over his movements. When I used to eat with him, there were always all kinds of people around. I didn't pay much attention to him, but now that I look at it, I think it's amazing.

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

"Tell me, where are you going? We've been through so much, and it's definitely been friends for life, just keep in touch often. I continued. If you need anything, just ask me. Although I am not rich, I can still support you with the basic necessities. ”

"I'm going to Changbai Mountain." He said.

"Oh. It's a very cold place. I said, "How good Jiangnan is, the four seasons are distinct." The climate is humid, and it is a good place to raise people. ”

"I can only go there." As he spoke, he put down his chopsticks.

After he said that, we didn't have a decent conversation anymore. In the silence, we finished eating in silence, and I didn't have any embarrassment. He put down his chopsticks, looked at me, and said to me, "Goodbye." ”

After speaking. He stood up, picked up his bag and headed downstairs. I was a little surprised. There shouted, "We haven't finished our food yet." ”

He had already gone downstairs, and I took a few muffled puffs of my cigarette. Standing up and leaning against the window, I saw that he had gone along the lonely mountain road.

I sat down and said to myself, what is the situation, is he afraid of embarrassment if he has no money to pay? I used to go there when I didn't have any money, and I never saw him see him like this. After tasting what he said just now, I felt a little strange, and 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 think about my relationship with this world, and it seems that the only thing I can find now is you."

I suddenly stood up from my seat, remembering one of his names: a professional missing person.

He had never said a word when he had to leave, when he had to leave, and he had not said anything when Banai had said goodbye to us. Saying goodbye seems unlikely to happen to a professional missing person, and this time he came all the way from other places to say goodbye to me.

This goodbye must be different from his previous departures.

A strong sense of foreboding made me sit on pins and needles, is it this city and my friend who is leaving? No! Is it this world that he is leaving?

"Changbai Mountain?" I threw down all my cash and told the waiter to send the money I was looking for to the Xiling Seal Society next door, then grabbed the clothes on the chair and went after them.

I chased all the way to Beishan Road, and I was sweating all the way, and I didn't catch up with him. There are only countless empty taxis on the North Hill Road.

I ran back to my shop, simply packed my luggage, picked it up and said to Wang Meng, "I want to go out for a while." ”

Wang Meng's face immediately turned pale and he grabbed me. I asked him what he was doing, and he said, "Boss, in the past, there was one person in the shop, and then you were in a hurry to leave, and you must have to leave for a long time." You'll have to explain. ”

I said in my heart that I didn't have time to explain, so I said to him: "Someone came to me and said that I was going on vacation, and you will take care of everything." If there is any big deal, if it is not particularly insured, it will not leave, and everything will be talked about when I come back. ”

"Are you really going to come back?" Wang Meng asked.

I asked him, "Why do you ask that?" ”

He said, "Didn't you say you would never mess around again?" In general, in TV, all the masters will die if they are called out again after retiring from the rivers and lakes. Boss, you have to be careful."

I patted him and said in my heart, "Holy shit, come back and clean up your crow's mouth, I don't pay attention to him, turn around and run out."

Stuffy oil bottles don't have an ID card. He couldn't fly, he had to take a car or a train. The train is frequent, and I was in a taxi. I checked the train timetable with my mobile phone and immediately found that it was impossible for him to take the train. Trains to Jilin are only available late in the evening. It seems that he should have been in a coach.

So, I asked a taxi to take me to the bus station. So even if I can't find him at the bus station, I still have time to go to the train station, he can't go on foot, right? When I think about it, I feel like my plan is pretty secure.

All the way to the bus station, I don't know what the peak season of the transportation period is, and there are crowds. I squeezed into the crowd and kept looking. Several times I felt as if I had seen it, but when I squeezed through it, I realized that it wasn't.

Then I ran to the entrance where I got on the bus and continued to look around. But still no. I was sweating profusely, and I thought to myself, could it be the taxi driver who was speeding up, and I rushed to overtake him and get here first? Or is it that the little brother really has no money, he didn't take a taxi at all, but walked. Then it's good that he can walk to the Yan'an intersection now.

After squeezing a few laps. I found that it was impossible to find him in this situation, so I went to look at the departure schedule of the car, and I realized that there was no car in the direction of Jilin. It seems to be because the line is too far. My heart settled down at once, and I was about to say that it seemed that he only had the train line to go. In a trance, I saw that he was sitting in a car parked outside, and the car had already started and drove through the window of the waiting room.

I sighed, and said something in my heart, there was no car to Jilin. I immediately went to ask the attendant. The attendant said that it was a car going to Beijing.

No way. I thought to myself what the situation was, no matter what the car. As long as it's a direction, let's talk about it first, this is the logic of the stuffy oil bottle, only he knows all his actions, and it has nothing to do with reason.

I chased out of the station, and the exit of the car was far away from the waiting room, and when I arrived, the car couldn't even see the tail lights. I gasped and told myself I had to calm down. Dog's day, I don't believe it, in this kind of city, I will lose to a person with a ninth-level disability in life ability.

I took a taxi back to the shop, Wang Meng was happily playing "minesweeping", and as soon as I entered, I almost scared him out of his seat.

"Boss, you're back so soon this time."

"Less nonsense:" I kicked him off his seat, booked a ticket online, and then quickly checked all the itineraries on the Internet, where the bus arrived, the time, and the way he might continue to walk. After recording it all, I ran all the way to the airport.

When I flew to Beijing, I arrived at least five hours earlier than the car. I bought a few tea eggs at the exit of the bus station and ate them, waiting for the arrival of the stuffy oil bottle. I wondered, how should I try to persuade him?

I can't beat him at all, I can't run away, and if he has made up his mind, I can't do anything but waste my tongue here. Or I'll take advantage of his unpreparedness and sneak up on him from behind. I found a brick on the side, weighed it, and looked at the tea egg seller next to me. He was about the same height as the stuffy oil bottle, just a few strokes.

I had in my mind the image of the stuffy oil bottle reflexively kicking me against the wall. He had in my mind the image of the stuffy oil bottle reflexively kicking me straight to the wall. His alertness is too high, I think the probability of success in sneaking up on him is too low, and, if I succeed, I will shoot him to death at once, and Lao Tzu will have to go to prison and be shot. If I go down there to say goodbye to him, I don't know how to explain it to him.

The consciousness is too high, I think the probability of success in sneaking up on him is too low, and, Wan ~ I succeeded, I shot him to death at once, and Lao Tzu had to go to prison and be shot. If I go down there to say goodbye to him, I don't know how to explain it to him.

Medication?

I thought to myself, I wonder if modern sleeping pills have an effect on his constitution. If it worked, I tricked him into going to a place to rest, and then said that I had a particularly important matter to discuss with him, and I hoped that he would help me. After that, I put sleeping pills in the drink, and when he passed out, I tied him up strongly, asked Xiaohua for a car, and sent him back to Hangzhou directly.

I had the image of the stuffy oil bottle turning around and leaving without any reaction when I heard that I was going to discuss things with him, and I must have gone up and dragged him, and then he reflexively kicked me against the wall.

I have a splitting headache, no matter how I think about it, even if I am tied up and returned to Hangzhou, I have no way to keep him, unless I make an iron cage to lock him up, otherwise he will leave. If he is locked up in a mental hospital, it may be possible, but his skills are so good that I don't think it will be possible to trap him anywhere, and it will affect the doctors and nurses of the mental hospital at that time.

Thinking about it made my heart cold, and I realized that it was impossible, and it was impossible for me to change his mind.

However, I still have to give it a try. I also wondered if the stuffy oil bottle was just going to settle in that village at the foot of Changbai Mountain, looking at the snow-capped mountains every day, smoking old tobacco pouches, and preparing to spend his old age in that place?

It doesn't matter, even then, I'm just making a fool of myself at most, and that's okay.

When I retracted my thoughts, I saw that the tea and egg seller was looking at the brick in my hand, hurriedly closing the stall and leaving. Maybe it was when I just thought about it, and the expression was very strange. I hurriedly threw off the bricks, and had already made a decision in my heart: this was the last persuasion, and if I couldn't persuade it, I wouldn't force it.

However, the stuffy oil bottle will never give me my wish. I waited at the bus station until the early hours of the morning when the car arrived, only to find that there was no stuffy oil bottle on the car at all.

I watched as everyone got out of the car one by one, then left, and looked behind them for a long time, finally making sure that there were no stuffy oil bottles. I immediately got in the car, grabbed the driver directly, and asked where the stuffy oil bottle went.

It took a long time for the driver to realize what I was talking about. He told me that the stuffy oil bottle got off at a toll booth halfway through. I shook the driver's head. Ask him: "Are you sure you got out of the car and didn't fall off on the toilet for too long?" "The driver said that the stuffy oil bottle himself told him, absolutely not wrong.

I asked where the toll booth was, then found an internet café nearby, opened all the maps, and looked at them myself. I found out that there was a small town not far from the toll booth, and there were buses that led to the Erdao White River.

I called Xiaohua and asked him to arrange a car for me directly, and I paid all the expenses, and rushed directly to Erdao Baihe. I sighed in my heart, this little brother with a ninth-level disability in life ability. I'm really underestimating. Obviously, he has a pretty clear mind about shortcuts to certain places, both in ancient tombs and in modern society.

There was no gossip on the way, and at dawn the next day, I had reached Erdaobaihe. After getting off the bus, I immediately asked the locals about the drop-off point of the black car, and when I arrived at the drop-off point. I just saw the stuffy oil bottle walking in one direction with the luggage on his back.

I immediately stopped him, and he looked back at me with a slight surprise. However, he didn't ask me why I was coming, but continued to turn around and walk all the way on. I had no choice but to stumble after it immediately. (To be continued)