Chapters that don't count chapters - written after the end

I'm starting to get tired of this life. www.biquge.info I didn't have any warning, I didn't talk to anyone, and I didn't even prepare myself for anything. I put a bag on my back and was going to go for a walk.

I bought this bag when I was in college. It contained a large bottle of water, a few pieces of bread bought on the side of the road, and a few ham sausages. Finally, there is a 25,000 mAh power bank as big as a brick. That's all I take with me when I go out.

I stood in the doorway with a pair of basketball shoes, thought about it, and folded back into a lighter pair of flats. Because what I'm going to do next is not a flat road.

After changing into flats, I went back to the balcony, revisited myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and headed out.

There is no direction. My subconscious mind drives my legs, and I go wherever I am out of the ordinary.

I put on my headphones, turned the volume up to the maximum, and started to empty myself. I know it's wrong to turn the volume up to the max because too much sound in the headphones can prevent the brain from picking up sounds from the outside world. And the outside world often contains a lot of information, such as danger. So for a long time after I met the fat man, he wouldn't let me wear headphones. Until I got into the habit of it.

The so-called emptying oneself is not the kind of thinking about nothing in the true sense of the word. After so many things, I understand that there is no way to control oneself and not think about one thing. If you're going to forget something, it's actually just going to make you revisit it in your mind. So I didn't plan to forget everything at all.

The music in the headphones is interrupted by the ringtone of an incoming call. I came to my senses and pulled out my phone. It's fat.

I put my phone back in my pants pocket, but I didn't hang up on him. The ringing rings in the headphones for thirty seconds before stopping, and the music regains the heights.

After walking for almost five hours, I didn't know where I had been. When I looked up, I saw a continuous mountain range, with a cement path more than two meters wide stretching deep into the forest.

I hooked my head and continued inside. After walking a few steps, the ringtone of the incoming call came from the headphones. I bet five cents from a fat man. I said in my heart. But I didn't take my phone out. I'm afraid it wasn't him who made the call. I can't afford to fail.

The bell rang for thirty seconds and stopped again. Somehow, I suddenly remembered He Tao. When I was in college, he slept in the bunk across from me. Unfortunately, he wasn't the brother who slept on my top bunk. Because our school is all about beds and desks. There were four people in our dorm, and he was second only to me in terms of nervous vulnerability. So much so that every night we were both woken up by two other snoring roommates.

He Tao can play the guitar. Just as I think that all people in Yunnan should have the surname Duan, people in Yunnan should all be able to play the guitar and sing folk songs. And in fact, He Tao can really play the guitar. When I was in college, he would sit under his bed and play the guitar when I was writing on my computer. The most played are "Rose", "Miss Dong", "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" and "Ordinary Road". Of course, there are some songs I haven't heard before, and I don't know the names of those songs.

There was a long time when I became interested in guitar and bought a guitar online to learn from him. But it turned out that when I graduated, I didn't pop out the two tigers.

When I think about college, all kinds of fragments of memory come flooding in. When I was in college, I planted a dragon fruit tree, although my roommates thought it was just a shaved cactus trunk; When I was in college, a roommate in Inner Mongolia didn't go to class or sleep in my dormitory for nearly three months after the start of school. In college, my class once fought with my classmates from Xinjiang for a tug-of-war competition, and on that occasion, as a persuader, I was punched in the face.

Wait a minute.

I saw a rock on the side of the road, walked over and sat down. I saw a few dandelions on the side of the road, and a few wildflowers the size of a fingernail that looked like chrysanthemums.

I jumped off the rock and pulled out my phone to unlock it. I wisely didn't look at the missed call column and just skipped it.

I squatted down in front of the dandelion in the aisle, turned on the camera function on my phone, and half-knelt on the ground to get closer.

I don't remember which door I started with, but I got used to paying attention to small things.

I had just finished photographing those little wild flowers that looked like chrysanthemums, and my phone suddenly vibrate.

It's fat.

I thought it was all over. I thought it was all over last night, at least before dawn today.

I don't want to face the future anymore. It's not that you don't understand some things, but when you think too clearly, you will understand that life has no meaning.

I stared at my phone for almost twenty seconds, until I felt that it was almost thirty seconds to forcibly hang up, and I finally held down the screen and slid it to the right.

I thought I'd hear the fat man's sorry voice. Because I had expected that the fat man alone would not be able to sweep the rest of the things. Not to mention that it's only one night.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't the fat man's voice coming from the other end of the phone. It's Lan.

To be honest, until now I don't know what Lan's full name is. I could only look for clues from the strange knife carved into a quarter moon in her hand. Because I think that knife should be her nameplate. But I don't have the energy or interest to study or think about anything anymore.

Lilan's tone on the phone was as flat as ever, which made my blood pressure, which had not risen for a long time, rise again for a few seconds, and then returned to normal.

Lilan on the phone just asked me where I went. I looked up and said I didn't know either. The fat man seemed to be listening, and when he heard me say that I didn't know, he began to scream, asking me if I had found a great oil hopper and wanted to eat it by myself. I laughed and cursed, fuck you. Then I heard Lan say something that had been said to me:

"If you're so blind, stand still and don't move, I'll look for you."

I hung up the phone and climbed back to the rock to sit. The fat man said that if she really wanted to leave, she wouldn't say goodbye to me. As long as I sit here, she will find me.

I sat on the stone for less than an hour. By the time the sun had slowly risen above my head, the fat man and Lan appeared in front of me.

I don't know how they found me. Over the years I've learned not to ask why, and not to let anyone tell me why.

Lan was still wearing the white clothes as always, and the black knife was still hanging from her waist. It's a stark contrast to the white dress. And the fat man, his dressing style has not changed. It's just that now he has a big hiking bag on his back.

When they came up to me, I jumped off the rock, trying to go up and hug the two men in front of me who I hadn't seen in a long time. But before I could open my arms, the fat man reached out and stopped me.

"Well, don't be pretentious. Fat man, I just found out that there is a bucket in this mountain, and this bucket may be about the Huang family among your three families, Huang Wei and Wu. ”

(Let's talk about the next update rules in the related works.) Very, very important decision) (To be continued. )