The night breeze is slightly cool, and it is refreshing, but in this season of the tail of summer, it makes people feel very comfortable, after all, they have just experienced the baptism of the heat, and at this time most people are still willing to let the "cold" come more violently.

A young man slowly ascended the hill step by step, and there was a money turtle creeping there above his shoulder, as steady as Mount Tai.

The more you walk to the top of the mountain, the fresher the air becomes, and this freshness is not due to the ordinary sense of altitude, but because the aura around you has begun to become richer.

The man could clearly perceive that the sleeping turtle on his shoulder began to look slightly excited here, but it was a pity that it had just passed through spirituality, and it didn't know how to cultivate for the time being, so it only knew that it would continue to sleep after swallowing a round belly stupidly, as if this stupid practice wanted to cultivate the way out of the door, I don't know what year and month it would have to wait, but fortunately, the turtle lived for a long time.

For it, the man didn't put much effort into it, and it was no different from ordinary people's pets, but as the saying goes, a person who has attained the Tao of a chicken and a dog ascends to heaven, and what can always be by his side, as long as it is not hopelessly stupid, will change a little.

Just like this money turtle.

Reaching out, he plucked a banana leaf.

"Ah............h

Stretching his waist slightly, the man looked particularly lazy, and his temperament at this time was quite a kind of ancient celebrity and gentleman.

Of course, in ancient times, appearance and temperament were also one of the thresholds for entering the official career, especially in the period when the imperial examination was not perfected, if you want to be an official and want to meet your own "progress" requirements, either let your own mother or father get sick and then beat the gong and drum to be filial to your parents, or just wait for a big man to pass by and put poss in advance, even if it is a cold winter wax moon, you have to stand lightly, coughing up blood while playing a fan to call a celebrity and merry.

It's just that the temperament of a man is indeed something that can't be faked, even if it's an audience, it's difficult to deliberately create a temperament that doesn't belong to him, these things, after all, are deep in the bone marrow.

When the man walked to the top of the mountain, another middle-aged man appeared, and the images of the two people instantly formed a sharp contrast.

Guy was shirtless, with a shovel in his hand, shoveling back and forth, and the soil he shoveled out was then filled back by him, and the cycle went on and on, and the cycle seemed to be tireless and boring.

The young man squatted down next to him, just looking at the middle-aged man in front of him doing such a brainless thing.

After watching for half an hour, the young man was a little tired, and he couldn't bear it anymore and said,

"I said Lao Yan, you've been like this for two days, haven't you? I regret that I didn't buy some seeds when I was down the mountain, and you have ploughed all the land on this mountain, and it would be a pity not to plant something. ”

Yan Huihong was stunned for a moment, frowned, and seemed to realize that he had been shoveling the ground for so long, but he himself felt that it had just passed for a while, turned his head, looked at the Thunderbolt Tower sitting over there, and then his eyes fell on Wang Ba on the shoulder of the Thunderbolt Tower, and said with a smile:

"Your pet fetish is getting weirder. ”

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu's last Pixiu was so good and how much effort it took to be sucked up by that guy, and now I can see it, and it's quite worry-free to raise a little turtle.

By the way, you have asked me to go to the Guangxi territory to find out what secret realm, I have been looking for you for so long before I feel your breath around here, I said that you let me release my pigeon I can understand, who doesn't have a hurry to get busy, right, but you are actually cultivating the land here.

The radio is about to move, and we have also been included in the cleanup list, but this world will not be destroyed, ordinary people can live ordinary people's lives as usual, and listeners who don't understand look at your actions probably think that the end times are coming and you have to prepare for food shortages in advance. ”

"Hi. Yan Huihong sighed heavily, and then subconsciously threw away the shovel, and then felt that something was wrong, and immediately picked it up again.

"Magic weapons?" said Thunderbolt a little strangely.

"The magic utensils produced by the Nanning State-owned Agricultural Implements Factory. Yan Huihong showed the shovel sign to the Thunderbolt Tower, "Do you want to go into a car?"

"Hey, what kind of crazy thing are you smoking, can you still go to that secret realm?" Thunderbolt was obviously a little helpless, of course, there was also some impatience.

"Wait a little longer, and see something more. Yan Huihong shook his head, and then waved his palm, his eyes bloomed with a pale blue light, and then, the scene of that day appeared again, he saw a middle-aged man with a bloated body and a bald head holding an urn slowly walking down the mountain from here.

Yan Huihong held a shovel in his hand, and followed suit, this scene was just the memory of these vegetation that had been nourished by the vitality of the rich and noble, so it was not real, it was a bit like watching a videotape.

Thunder Tower was a little strange, watching Yan Huihong slowly walk past him in a daze, and then slowly leaned over on the way down the mountain.

"What the hell?"

Thunderbolt's fingertips swept in his eyebrows, and his eyes also revealed a touch of essence, but he couldn't see anything, he was embarrassed to disturb Yan Huihong's process at this time, breaking people's feelings like killing parents, this is an unwritten rule in the audience, Thunder Tower is not so uninteresting.

But driven by curiosity, Thunder Tower continued to follow Yan Huihong.

The road in the mountains is not very easy to walk, which is not the reason why Yan Huihong walked very slowly, but because the wealth of the day also walked very slowly.

A mountain road, the same late night, the dark night, seems very gloomy.

Yan Huihong walked slowly, following slowly, as if just to revisit the last scene of the "Mr. Scattered Wealth" life.

Gradually, I went down the mountain, and slowly, I walked into the county seat.

Yan Huihong looked at Fugui as a little old-fashioned Long Zhong, and the vitality that leaked all the way made his face change, in fact, he may have died a long time ago, even if he didn't die before, he can't live now with so much vitality.

The origin is not the cabbage on the side of the road, it is not so easy to supplement, and it is unimaginably precious.

Fugui's body began to become more and more transparent, his pace began to become slower and slower, and slowly, he began to talk to himself, in fact, he had not stopped talking to himself since he dug up his dead wife's grave with a shovel and took out the urn, but the emotions in his words began to become deeper and deeper, like a jar of wine, which was rapidly passing through the precipitation of time.

Yan Huihong took a deep breath, in fact, this is nothing to look at, but I don't know why, I seem to be fascinated.

The thunderbolt behind him teased the money turtle from time to time, he was bored, he didn't know what kind of madness Yan Huihong had, in fact, if it wasn't for the secret realm, he still needed to get some information from Yan Huihong, he might have slapped his ass and left.

Lao Fugui looked left and right, as if he was holding his wife's hand and shopping, and in the end, Lao Fugui seemed to realize something, and a child rode a bicycle directly through him.

The old rich man sat down on the ground in a dejected manner.

Yan Huihong stood beside Lao Fugui and listened to Lao Fugui's last muttering, as if he didn't expect that before he knew it, he was actually dead.

Yan Huihong squatted down beside him, he wanted to see this guardian who was said to have survived for many years and watched generations of bigwigs preach in the place of preaching.

There was sadness on the face of the old rich man, three points were accidents, and seven points were relief, which seemed to be his own choice, more like the final appeal he had been waiting for for a long time.

But as a listener, who is willing to die?

At least Yan Huihong can't look down on life and death, otherwise he would have died a long time ago, how happy would he be if he died?

The urn opened by itself at this time, the ashes began to drift away, and the old rich man's body began to sprinkle out a little bit of starlight, and at the same time, his own body began to become more and more transparent.

Is this the end?

Yan Huihong is a very calm person, he was a bastard before he became an audience, he was very righteous, and he had entered the bureau a few times, Feng Xiaogang's "Lao Paoer" a few years ago seemed to be the epitome of his previous years, even after becoming an audience, some of his habits have not changed. The first time he met Su Bai, that time he thought it was very interesting to see Su Bai, a junior, and he pointed his finger.

Right now, it's a bit embarrassing to see this existence, which was one of the giants at the beginning, come to the last step of his life.

In fact, Yan Huihong is also thinking, who killed Fugui?

It stands to reason that such a giant exists, and in this real world, there is nothing that can kill him except radio, but he died, and in such a "bizarre" way.

In Yan Huihong's view, it was Xu Fugui's own heart that died, and when he was digging the grave of his deceased wife, he was already leaking out the source of vitality, because he himself was tired from the bottom of his heart and didn't want to live anymore.

Mourning is greater than heart death, which has been the most perfect interpretation in Xu Fugui's body, and even Xu Fugui himself seems to be a little caught off guard, maybe after the heart dies, it all ends too quickly, it may be that even if he follows his own heart, he is actually not fully prepared.

People, after all, are divided into rational and emotional sides.

Yan Huihong has seen the death of many people and various ways of death, but he has never seen this kind of example of the heart dying first and then dying, and today, it can be regarded as an eye-opener.

But at this moment, Yan Huihong, who was almost waiting for all this to end and then do whatever he wanted, suddenly saw Xu Fugui, whose body was almost completely transparent, suddenly turned his head to look at him, Xu Fugui's gaze, Xu Fugui's expression and Xu Fugui's tone at this time seemed to be telling Yan Huihong that he was talking to himself, and he could see himself:

"You say, can a person live without a heart?"

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PS: From "Fengshen Bang" "Than Dry Heart", can people live without heart?