"How's it going?"

In the bar, neon lights flicker, and scantily clad bar girls shuttle back and forth. Singh and Haji hid in a corner, with piles of wine bottles in front of them.

"What else? Deal with it. Haji replied with a wry smile. He pointed to the distant drinkers and looming hunters. "You know, I have to worry about a large family, and it's not easy to think about being comfortable."

"It's not the end of the world." Singh also pulled out a cigar and lit it.

"It's only recently changed, but long-term habits are hard to reverse." Haji replied. He took a sip from the glass in front of him. "I always feel that it is not very real, and I always want to save a little more and be careful."

Singal looked at him silently, at the wrinkles on his face. Look at the pain in the corner of his eye. Grinning.

"Good habits."

"yes, I think it's a good habit, too." Haji sighed. "But no amount of preparation can change reality."

"Kuroshio...... You won't let me go just because I prepared some extra food. ”

"You know the Kuroshio?" Singhal asked in surprise.

"How could you not know?" Haji picked up the bottle and began to pour it. He replied without raising his head. "Don't think the X35 is isolated. Don't forget, even in your day, there are still a lot of ships landing here every year. While the purpose is nothing more than collecting slaves and resources, there is always some exchange. ”

"I heard from a crew member about this a year ago, and then he disappeared. I guess I won't be back. ”

Haji raised his head, as if reminiscing, as if in self-pity.

"Under the Kuroshio, no one will come."

"That's true." Singh continued. Picked up the glass in front of him and drank it down, then snatched the glass from Haji's face. "I guess it's the last time I'm here."

"Really? Sure enough, it's a forgotten land. I've been used to it for a long time. Haji smiled wryly, but didn't say much.

This is also normal, who called X35 not much value? In the past it was the end times. Barren, barren. Except for slaves and a meager amount of minerals, there is nothing worth thinking about in the universe. In the context of the Kuroshio Current, which spreads across the starry sky, it is only natural that it will be abandoned.

As an X35 native, Haji is ready.

"I also collected some food and weapons. It should last for a while. As long as the Kuroshio does not destroy us immediately, it will be nothing more than another end times. Haji replied in a low voice, took a new glass and began to pour it. Watch the amber juice rise in the glass. His gaze faded.

"We are all people who don't know tomorrow, and it is a gift from God to live until now."

"Singhal ......"

"Huh?" Singhal was stunned. But he saw Haji raise his glass and touch him.

"You can get out of here. I am very happy. Haji said with a smile on his face, but a tear in his eyes. I'm happier to have you back here. ”

"After all, we grew up here, and we have left the same mark in our blood. We taste the same loneliness, indifference, cruelty, competition. And...... The corpse with blood, and the soft flesh. ”

"We all know that. It's a cold, cruel world. If you can leave, it means that my brother has finally found his happiness and purpose. Your return also means that my brother will not forget us. ”

"But......" Hadji's gaze suddenly fixed on Singh's face, and he met him.

"You're not a savior."

"You and me. Nor is it no longer a person of the world. ”

"Now that you have gone out, you should forget about this place, forget about this cold last days. The past here is just a burden to you. A drag. Whenever you dream back in the middle of the night, your memory flashes back to this place, it is a kind of torture for you. So long. How can you evolve? ”

"Don't look at me like that, even though I'm just an ordinary person, I also know how important evolution is for cosmic warriors! Weakness cannot be strengthened, and memories cannot be strengthened. This cold world means nothing to you. And you're out of here, take advantage of the opportunity! Seize every opportunity! ”

"In that case, why did you want to come back?"

He said a lot of things, and Haji's gaze became more blurred. He suddenly raised his glass and touched it with Singh, then raised his head and drank it down. The mellow juice flowed down his mouth, but it was mixed with some inexplicable liquid.

The liquid was shiny and shiny. It contains vicissitudes and friendship.

The friendship of the last days is worthless.

But it can't be measured in money.

Singhal just looked at him silently, without speaking or drinking. Half a cigar was held in his mouth, emitting a faint green smoke. This is a man's moment, and words are worthless. Only by listening silently and feeling silently can we comprehend the language that rolls in the blood, which only belongs to companions, brothers, and men.

"Let's go back!"

Haji finally drank the juice and slammed his glass on the table.

"Go back as soon as possible, and I'll be back tomorrow!"

"We don't need you here, and we don't need you! Go as fast as you go, as far as you can, as fast as possible. If you still need that damn memory, then the day you grow into gods, it's enough to think of us once in a while. ”

With that, Haji stood up and held out his hand to Singh.

"Leah is waiting for you upstairs, old room."

"She's a good girl, don't let her down. It's best if you can take her away, if not, then tomorrow morning, hopefully you don't wake her up. A knife slid on the table and was shoved in front of Singhal by Haji. The pain of waking up from a dream is more terrible than death. ”

Haji said to Singh. Eyes twinkle. "I'm sure Leah thinks the same way."

"Death?" Singal looked at the knife silently, not knowing what he was thinking. "When will you also learn to control the fate of others?"

"I've never dominated anything, and that's actually her own request." Haji replied. The face twitched involuntarily. "She's waited too hard, and she's heard that cosmic mercenaries have long lives. She didn't know if she could wait any longer. Instead of tormenting in memories every day, it is better to sleep forever in dreams. ”

"Singer, you're not a good man, and neither am I. But she's a good girl. ”

"Do one thing for her."

"Isn't it a kind of happiness to be able to sleep in the arms of your lover?"

Haji grinned, the smile indescribably bitter and ugly. "It's a pity that bastards like you and me can't even get such happiness."

Happiness?

Singh glanced up at Haji, then on the knife. My mind involuntarily recalls a conversation. A conversation about love that was once asked to him.

What is love?

A simple roast of meat, a night of hot soup, someone sings for you when you're tired, someone cries for you when you die......

Sometimes it's poison, sometimes it's rice......

Bland, but deep in the bone marrow.

That's love.

In his eyes, the knife shattered in front of Singh like a shining star.

Don't, let the woman who loves you cry anymore......

Singer sighed, picked up the glass in front of him, and drank it all. (To be continued......)