"I used to hear a saying called the Chosen One, and I never believed it, but now I believe it, Quinn, you are really a chosen one. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info", Al said angrily.

"Hey, really? Quinn listened to it and hurriedly asked.

"It's not the Chosen One, why hasn't the Holy Sect arrested you until now, why haven't you been hanged in front of the cathedral?"

Quinn could hear that Al was sarcastically mocking him, and lay back in his chair as if his bones were gone, "I don't understand, you obviously believe in the prophecy of the end times, why don't you help me?"

"Because I still have things to do, and I still have a lot of years to live, I'm not like you, looking for death all day long, as if I'm afraid to live one more second in this world. Al sarcastically replied, "I'm in Manny today, and I'm too late to save you, what if I'm too late?"

"Yes, a guy like me who hates ghosts and annoys people everywhere he goes, really has no popularity, and he doesn't have any friends. Quinn smiled self-deprecatingly and raised his glass to greet Al, "But at least I'm not that much of a failure, and a friend like you, aren't I?"

Al sighed, "It's really my misfortune to make a friend like you, so you're going to eat me to death?" ”

Quinn laughed loudly, "There are a lot of nasty ghosts like me in this world, so what's the use of making so many friends? In this life, having a close friend is enough, and when I die in the future, you can just go to my grave and take a look." He didn't shy away from this kind of unlucky remark at all, as if he didn't find it enjoyable, so he grabbed the wine bottle on the table and poured it down, because he drank it too quickly, the choked wine stained the placket of his chest wet.

Al couldn't help frowning as he looked at him as he snatched the bottle, "Who pays for your death here?" Quinn nodded in agreement, "That's right, I originally invited you to this drink, and if you still pay the bill, it will really be safe to drink to death." He laughed stupidly, and burped again, already half-drunk and half-awake.

Al looked at him like this, and shook his head helplessly, saying that he invited others to drink, so he got himself drunk first, is this a new way to evade debts?

"What about you? The eldest young master of the dignified Rodriguez family, born with a golden soup spoon in his mouth, I don't know how many people are envious. Now it's always like I'm looking for death and life, and I believe in some doomsday prophecy, if it spreads, I don't know how many people are crying and shouting hoping to exchange identities with you, there are many people in this world, and it's a very hard thing to live. ”

Quinn was silent for a long time, his face no longer had the hippie smile he had just now, he looked at the changing clouds outside the window, and said like a dream: "Al, how good you said is that people are as free as clouds." ”

"Clouds are made up of water vapor, and when it rains, they disappear, and there is no freedom at all. And man is a social animal, as long as he survives, he will definitely have some bonds, freedom, and non-existence. Al said in a dry, childlike tone.

Quinn laughed, "What kind of theory do you have, and the clouds are made of water vapor, could it be that you flew into the sky and seen it?", he shook his head, "It's so unromantic, if you are a poet, you must be the most lame." ”

"But you are not wrong about one thing, man is not free. ”

Quinn drank another glass, "I know that I am a little hypocritical, there are some people in this world who even have problems with life, but it is really unseemly to be like me, who has no worries about food and clothing but sighs all day long." ”

"However, there are some people and some things that I can't forget in my heart, and I can't get over them. He said with his eyes squinted slightly and in a hoarse voice.

Al didn't say anything, he knew that it was best to be a listener at this moment.

"When I was a child, I had a governess. ”

"She's a very nice woman. ”

"She believed in doomsday prophecies and taught them. ”

"Then she was found by my father and suddenly disappeared. ”

"I haven't seen her since. ”

Al waited for a long time, and when he saw that Quinn stopped talking in a daze, he couldn't help but speak: "That's it?"

"yes, that's gone, it must sound like an extremely boring story to others. Quinn smiled.

"You just said that I am the most lame poet, and if you were a novelist, you would be the worst in the world, and even the illiterate country woman is better than you. ”

Al picked up another bottle of wine, filled a glass for Quinn, and filled himself with a glass.

Quinn was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, "Didn't you let me drink just now?", Al gave him a blank look, "You invited me to drink, and you still expect me to save you money for drinking." ”

Quinn looked at the full glass of wine in front of him, a smile appeared on his face again, and he shouted extremely arrogantly: "If you don't get drunk tonight, you will drink Shenghui City dry, and I will also cover it!", and drank it dry again as he spoke.

The two of them drank together, and Al couldn't imagine what kind of woman Quinn was talking about as a "nice woman", but he knew that Quinn needed someone to have a drink with him, that he needed to get drunk, and that he needed to have a good dream.

Perhaps in his dreams, he could become a free floating cloud, no longer bound by any constraints.

Al doesn't remember exactly how much they drank that night, only that the two of them drank cup after cup, and vaguely remembered that Quinn cried and laughed a lot.

He said that he knew that the woman had been killed by his father in order to avoid implicating the family, for which he hated his father and hated the family.

He said that he wanted to leave the family and go to the wider world, but unfortunately he couldn't get out.

He said that the family had been losing money for a long time, and that the Rodriguez Comptoir sounded glamorous on the outside, but on the inside, it was rotten like rotten wood, and it was in a precarious and precarious situation.

He said that everyone had put their hopes in him, and that his father thought he was a once-in-a-century business wizard and that the responsibility of reviving the family was on his shoulders, and he was tired of it all.

He said that he was very tired, and he had been trained as a money-making machine since he was a child, and he wanted to escape, but where could he escape to the family that gave birth to him and raised him at that time?

Just drank a glass of wine, a glass of wine, a sentence after a sentence, and it seemed that at the end, when Al was in a hazy consciousness, he heard Quinn say a word.

"Al, thank you, my brother. ”