"Please come in, the boss is waiting for you." In comparison, this man was very restrained and said a word to me coldly, but the emotions in his eyes were not too convincing.

I looked at him silently, wearing a mask, I couldn't see his face clearly, except that he had a very simple red rope on his wrist, which looked a little old.

It was originally just an inconspicuous detail, and I don't know why I just noticed it.

And this red rope seems to have a strange 'magic', which made me hesitate a little when I originally wanted to do it, and then inexplicably calmed down.

But I knew very well in my heart that it was just an ordinary red rope.

I don't know why, but the man seemed to sense that I had noticed this detail, and inadvertently straightened the sleeve of his coat to cover the red rope.

I also turned around at this time and walked in.

The room on this floor is very large, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a labyrinth, but I have lived here before, so I am naturally very familiar with the room.

After exiting the small hall, you have to walk to the study, and you have to pass through many rooms, including three halls.

I walked all the way without saying a word, only to find that there were demons in almost every room here.

Compared with those ordinary demons, none of these upstairs are fuel-efficient lamps, and their own aura is very powerful.

I didn't pay much attention to them, but their eyes were full of interest in me all the way, and even provocative in them, but they seemed to be restricted in some way, and they didn't dare to do it too obviously.

I don't pay any attention to this kind of covert behavior, in fact, I don't think that I can really be invincible here, and even the person who is at a disadvantage is me, and this disadvantage is not small, and it can basically be translated into another word - desperate situation.

But even if it's a desperate situation, so what? Until the end, no one knows the outcome.

That day, on the top of that mountain, I faced many big demons, and even the scene of the four murderers gathering together, and nothing on the road ahead would make me retreat and fear.

In this way, in a strange tacit understanding, I walked safely and soundly to the study that once belonged to me.

Looking at the closed door, I closed my eyes, and I had a feeling that I didn't dare to face it, this kind of dare was not fear, but wanted to escape some unforgettable past.

But I eventually took a deep breath, grabbed the doorknob, pushed the door in.

The door was not locked, the whole study was just a slightly dim light at a glance, and the first thing I saw was the huge glass window behind the desk, and the curtains were not closed at the moment.

This room is familiar to me, except that the person sitting behind the desk is no longer me.

I walked towards my desk and sat down on the chair across from it.

The desk was a little messy, which was different from when I was there, when Su Ling often tidied up for me.

On the desk at the moment, there are several bottles of beer piled up in a mess, some have not yet opened the lid, some are already empty bottles, next to them are some snacks packed in plastic bags, that is, some lo-mei, but it is not very special, it seems that there is not much to eat, but two packets of peanuts of a very familiar brand are scattered on the table, and a lot of them have been eaten.

Next to these, there was a very simple picture frame, and I just glanced at it, and then wordlessly took a bottle of beer, bit the lid, took a big sip, peeled another peanut, and threw it in my mouth and chewed it.

The familiar burnt aroma, the unique fullness and slight spiciness, of this brand of peanuts, have not changed.

But I have forgotten what age I started, when did this brand of peanuts be sold, and when did we start drinking, we could have nothing else, but we had to have this peanut.

The dim light carries a different kind of atmosphere, a faint warmth.

I couldn't resist taking another look at the photo on the table, which seemed to be in the background of dusk in the warm light.

In fact, I knew that it was a morning, an early spring morning, and the sky was a little overcast, but it was close to noon, and it was inexplicably clear.

That day, I remember correctly, was supposed to be Sunday.

That year, it was the third year of high school, and we were about to be separated, so we skipped school and went to the hill full of fruit trees behind the school.

The flowers on the mountain are blooming just right, the white flowers of the cherry trees, the red flowers of the peach trees, and the vitality of the mountains and fields.

We were lazy to lie on the grass and smoke, looking at the familiar factory and mining area at the foot of the mountain, and the memories of our childhood and youth.

There is no particular reason, I just want to skip school, or I don't want to admit that I want to spend more time with each other, and the years of youth will pass with the separation.

Coincidentally, that day, I met a photographer who came up to the mountain to collect the wind, looked at the three of us, and pulled the three of us to take a photo of the three of us.

I still remember the man saying that we saw a loneliness in our faces, a loneliness that was about to be separated.

The artist's words were always difficult to understand, but the guy was nice, asked our school, and really sent us the photos.

I looked at the freeze-frame photo carefully, under the cold sky, there were fruit trees full of life, and three teenagers were standing in a hanging.

The white slacks were Chen Zhong, the plaid sweater was Zhou Zheng, and I was wearing a blue hoodie.

None of us in the photo are smiling, because the teenager of that age should not put on a bright smile to take pictures, and when it looked like a poor expression was fixed in the photo, now it really seems to be a little lonely.

We have one photo per person, I still remember my one, which is still placed in my parents' house, the bedside of my room, and Zhou Zheng's small study in his clean room, I didn't expect Chen Zhong to have one here.

"What? Don't remember this photo? I just wanted to take another look, but I didn't expect it, and I was a little stunned when a voice interrupted me.

I don't know when, Ben was sitting on the wide swivel chair behind the desk, with his back to me, looking at Chen Zhong outside the window, he had already turned around, and at this time, he said lightly, and looked up with his slightly complicated gaze.

He and I had already torn our faces in the forest bar, and now we should be fists and kicks.

But I wasn't in the mood to fight, and I didn't even bother to move.

It's like there have been many times when we get into fights with each other, but the next day we get along as if nothing happened, and that's normal, and we even get into a fight over the team we like, and then we get into a fight in a no-man's corner.

Obviously it was so ruthless that time, why did I still feel this way? My gaze also became complicated.

But Chen Zhong opened a bottle of beer as if he was fine, and said to me: "It just happens that it's boring to drink alone, so you just happened to drink with me when you came." ”

I haven't seen him for a few days, and if I saw him at the Forest Bar, he was still so familiar, whether it was the hairstyle or the style of dressing, it looked a little strange now.

Bancun's hair grew long, and it turned into a neat big back, which was meticulously thinned behind his head.

The casual T-shirt and jeans turned into a set of silk pajamas that looked very refined at first glance, and they were properly attached to his body.

Originally, the eye sockets were very deep, and some of the eyes were raised, and when they squinted, people who were not familiar with them would be afraid, but this was just simple ferocity, but it could be seen through at a glance on weekdays.

Now it has become deep and precipitated, making it impossible to see through what he is thinking?

He grew a beard, thick above his lips, and the sideburns around his ears were no longer as jokingly said with Zhou Zheng back then, the messy weeds were also neatly built.

"This look is really not for you." Looking at Chen Zhong like this, the corner of his eye fell on that photo, and my heart hurt for no reason, is I the only one who is immersed in the feeling of the past, he is still like the one who appeared in the forest bar, and he has already turned his face ruthlessly.

As I spoke, I squeezed the beer bottle and looked at him defensively, suddenly feeling that this was very sad.

"What's not going to fit? Different years, of course, people have different appearances, just like you now, dressed in blood, this smell is too pungent, do you think it suits you? In the face of my defense, Chen Zhong didn't say anything, but looked at me and said it lightly, which made me speechless.

Yes, a bloody suit is what I am now, and I should be now.

In just one sentence, the original strange warmth between me and him opened a deep crack, which was the real moat.

He had never seen better than me, my eyes were cold, but I still didn't want to do anything, so I could only drink beer with my head down, and he naturally peeled a few peanuts and put them in front of me.

"Without you and Zhou Zheng, I'm lonely. These feelings were very surprising to me. You should remember, right? It's just one of the gluttonous clans back then, and the unwilling curse finally retributes it on me. Speaking of these, Chen Zhong seems to be talking to me.

"But, I have to admit that it was a very clever tactic, and it turned out to be painful. In my life, I never thought of really doing it with you, not the kind of fighting that is. "I ate the peanuts he peeled for me, and the cold beer went down my throat, and I couldn't quench the bitter fire in my heart.

I didn't want to say it, but I clenched the bottle tightly and said involuntarily: "I thought about it, I am willing to stick a knife in both ribs." ”

Speaking of which, my own heart hurt again.

There is a thing called years, which is accumulated from countless days, it is the morning of school, but also the dusk of school, the familiarity that accompanies each other again and again, and the youth that turns the pages one by one.

It doesn't need to be too vigorous, and a person who has made a deed can be carved into another person's soul in this way.

I don't really want to move, at this moment, not at all.