Luo Gu looked at this man, and he didn't have much joy or sorrow in his heart.

Rogu knew that it wasn't this thing that defeated this man, it was something else. Because this man has his own likes and sorrows, he has his own story, he is a strong man, a strong man who makes fate bend his waist.

The man cried, and there were tears in his eyes.

Luo Gu knew that his story was about to reach a climax, but Luo Gu didn't have much sadness in his heart at this time, but he had a little feeling in his heart, that is, he was a little unwilling in his heart, unwilling that the ending of the story was like this.

Because the world has taken on too much for this man, too much, so much that this man himself can't bear it.

Rogu smiled, his smile was so warm, he didn't know why he was laughing, probably he wanted to use his smile to give this man his own warmth, but it was obvious that his smile was so stinky, even if his smile was so ugly, but the man accepted his smile.

The man laughed along.

This smile is more of a helplessness.

This helplessness makes him unable to say what kind of feeling he is now, this feeling may be a pain, a pain that comes out of his heart, this pain, let him feel that he is a kind of sadness.

Rogu looked at the man.

The man seems to be suppressing this emotion of his own. But this kind of emotion is not so easy to suppress, the emotion will explode in a certain moment, and this outburst can easily destroy people. This kind of affection is a kind of sadness.

Some people say that men's tears are very precious, because this society can always have a lot of pressure on men, and this pressure is beyond your imagination. When they weep, maybe they didn't want to be seen by others, and it was a sad story for them.

Because for most of them, even if they shed tears, maybe they will only be seen as a clown after tears. Like the clown in the circus, when he laughs, the audience doesn't give them applause, and when they give them applause, it often means that they cry. The louder they cry, the more they can get.

The world is often more hungry for tragedy.

Luo Gu watched the man cry, he just took the man's drink, because the man had already drunk too much, and he was drinking too much, so much that the man himself began to feel uncomfortable.

Although the man does not know whether this discomfort is due to his own physical discomfort or his own heartache.

Rogu didn't make any other body movements, because he knew what he had to do, and at this moment the man might just want someone to listen to.

As far as Rogu is concerned, he is the best person in the world to listen to.

The man continued: "You know, the other day when my father told me he wanted to eat duck, I felt such a pain in my chest, it hurt more than you can imagine, as if something terrible was going to happen to me in my future. ”

Rogu seemed to know what the story would be like later.

The man said, "Later, I went outside to buy those roast ducks for my old father, and those roast ducks were very delicious. My father was in front of me on that day, and he ate the roast duck. ”

The roast duck was so delicious, as it could be seen in his father's smile.

His father ate very seriously, it seemed that it was the most beautiful food in the world, in fact, for him, it was indeed the best food in the world, after all, our family was not wealthy, and such a delicious food had not been eaten for a long time.

There was a memory in the man's eyes, but it was more of that sadness, which came from the heart, but Luo Gu still saw other things in that eye, for example, it was remorse.

But he continued: "You know, at that moment, I thought about such a thing, but in the end I did, I bought my father the best thing in the world, but in the end, do you know the drop? No, you don't know, but I know that my father knows. ”

That day, when my father was eating duck, his eyes were so hungry that I can't tell what kind of gaze it was, and this gaze made me dare not face it, and it contained many things.

The attachment of life, the longing of death. What a complex eye it is. I cried and looked at my father.

The father said, "You remember when I was as old as you, I never shed a single tear, you have to know that everything in this world can be said to be precious, but there is another thing that must not be precious, and that is your tears." And there is such a delicious thing, what are you crying about, what is there to cry about. ”

When the man talks about this, Luo Gu knows what the result is, but the final result, Luo Gu does not say it, and the man himself has to tell it himself, so that the story can be told perfectly.

The man said, "Later, you know, you don't know what kind of accident happened later, my father died. ”

"He died after eating that meal. ”

He walked very quietly, and when I got to that room, I could perceive the silence somewhere, and it was because of the silence of a dead man, and it scared me.

At this moment I was so afraid, I was afraid that my father would really go like this, he was such a person. When he is still in good health, he is my big tree, he can take over all my stories, all my sorrows, and he is so good and such a good day in the dark.

But then everything changed, it became more than you imagined, what a mockery it was, and I felt that this fate was so hilarious.

I quickly opened the door.

I saw, I really saw, what kind of man it was, when he died, he was like alive, and when he was alive, he was like a dead man.

I threw myself on the corpse and wept aloud, tears pouring out. My mother seemed to sense something, and when she came in, she saw her husband in bed and seemed to be asleep, and he had slept all his life. He won't wake up in the future, so let him fall asleep like this. His sleeping face was so beautiful, and the smile was so wonderful, as if he was in a dream, and there was no pain in that dream.

This is an era when people can't afford to get sick, and for many people, the only thing that awaits them is death.

The man continued to tell his own story, and Rogu was able to listen quietly here, and there was another reason why he was in his own mood, and that was that he could sense from the momentum of the man's body that this man had killed someone.

Murder, what a rare word, in peacetime, an ordinary person, a person suppressed by fate, actually killed people because the world still drove him crazy in the end?

"Later, my mother also became ill, and she often said that my father had come to pick her up," the man said. She said he was always there for her. My mother is still in this hospital. I hate hospitals. ”

As he spoke, the man drank the last of the wine in his glass.

(End of chapter)