[Bottle Evil Doujin] Generation Gap

I smoked the last cigarette and said to the fat man, "Let's go."

The fat man was smoking cigarette butts with relish, and he was stunned immediately after hearing what I said. He has been rushing me to leave for the past few days, but now that I really want to leave, he is dumbfounded instead.The fat man smacked his lips, threw the butt of his cigarette into the fire, glanced at the bronze door again, and asked me, "Aren't you waiting?"

"Don't wait, come out early if you want to come out, let's go." I stood up and dusted the dirt on my trousers. The trousers were still stuffy and uncomfortable to wear.

Ten full days have passed since we made an appointment with Poker Finger, and I have also been waiting here for a full ten days. Xie Yuchen sent people to visit several times and sent a lot of things in. Fatty and I relied on the little supplies Sitting at the door of the so-called ultimate, staring at the small eyes, guarding a pile of bonfires and bragging, until the cowhide is blown out, it will be silent.

I sat at the bronze door and felt the wind blowing. I felt like I was back in the crater when I was waiting for Boyoufeng. Every day, I hoped to be the same as that time. When I woke up, I opened my eyes and Boyoufeng was sitting next to me. Yes, and then we will go home together.

I thought too beautifully, but unfortunately the reality gave me a loud slap in the face.Ten years, for Poker Ping, it's just a flick of a finger, his hair will not turn white, but for me, it's like a sea of ​​water, although my hair is not white, but it's gone, it doesn't seem to make any difference .

I'm willing to work hard to live a good life, but if I have to travel thousands of miles to find excitement in this ghost place where people are frozen to death, in exchange for an ending that I knew beforehand, isn't it cheap?

This murderer lied to my master for ten years, and made him wait in this ghost place for ten days. Why did he come to pick him up, what kind of ghost seal can open the door? It's all a fucking lie.

I asked the fat man, "How much explosive do we have?"

The fat man saw my disgusting eyes staring at the bronze door, and immediately knew what I wanted to do. He covered his pockets and shook his head: "You haven't died yet? No, the explosives were all used up when they came in. Fat Lord, I only have this glorious bullet left, don't even think about playing with it."

Thinking about blowing up the bronze door is really unrealistic, so I had to get a backpack for the Poker bottle, stuffed some necessities and a fake ID card in it.I was afraid that he would forget where I lived when he came out, so I wrote down my address, carefully wrapped it in a waterproof bag, and stuffed it at the bottom.

Before leaving, I touched the door and said softly: "Brother, I'm leaving, goodbye."

This time I really left, goodbye, Poker Bottle.

We didn’t look back when we walked out, it’s a pity to think about it, I should get some dynamite and blow it up in front of the bronze door, it doesn’t matter if the door is open or not, the main reason is for the occasion—a real man never looks back at the explosion.

The fat man and I crawled out of the ground exhaustedly and found the person who responded to us. I took a sip of water, tired but calm, and I knew it was over.

It's over, including me, including my little brother.

I told Fatty that I was going to Yucun, but as soon as I arrived in Hangzhou, my lazy cancer broke out, and I didn't want to move.When I was bored, I caught Wang Meng back and whipped him again from head to toe. Seeing him running all over the ground screaming made me feel very comfortable.

I told myself that it was all over, just let him go, and I was moved openly, but in the dead of night, I would still think of Poker Bottle.

Nothing specific, just thinking about it, you ask me what I think about him, but I can't tell you clearly, but I know that he has been entrenched in every part of my body, no matter what I do, I can see him.

The fat man comforted me and said that my little brother may have just overslept, and I don’t know the exact time. You think the inside of the bronze door is dark, and there is no watch or anything. It is normal to miss the time.

In fact, he also knew that Poker Finger was a person who kept promises. If he didn't come out this time, [-]% of the time he would never come out.It's just that he refuses to admit it, and neither do I. Let us keep some innocuous little lies.

I once heard such a saying that when a person has survived the most difficult time, he will no longer want to look for support, and everyone is a burden.

I really think so, but I'm not that kind of person, I can't stand the loneliness and I can't bear the loneliness. Although I have survived the most difficult time alone, fortunately, I am not completely helpless by my side. There are always a few who can take care of me The good brother who handed over his life is here.

I am not the most reliable person, but fortunately, I am not the most unreliable one. Sometimes we need an arm, not for relying on, but for peace of mind.There are always advantages and there are always disadvantages.

When I saw that sentence, the first person I thought of was Poker Bottle.If someone else said this, I would pooh his face and make him pretend, but for Poker Bottle, some pretentious words are less than half of what actually happened.

Poker bottle is such a person, he can stand the worship of thousands of people on the altar, and he can also bear the loneliness in the mud for a hundred years, he never needs anyone to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, everyone is his burden.

Sometimes I hate him, sometimes I hate myself, he walked so fast and so fast, I walked so slowly and stumbled.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is just a few days after I came back from the bronze gate. I didn’t go home during the family reunion. I can’t stand this kind of quiet festival now. It takes a long time for me to adjust my mentality and try an ordinary person.

On this beautiful festival, I went to pay homage to Pan Zi with a bottle of wine, a big moon, an old man, a bottle of wine, and an empty tomb, what an artistic conception.Then I suddenly thought, should I also make a tomb for Poker Ping?

He is destined not to be buried in the Zhang family's ancient building. I will build a tomb for him myself, and burn some paper money for him during the festivals. It's good that he has some flowers down there. He has worked hard all his life dealing with the dead. , Wouldn't it be too ironic to have no money to spend in the end.

But it's a bit difficult to get clothes for Poker Ping. For clothes, there must be clothes.But I left his rotten clothes in it when I left Changbai Mountain. If I had known about it, I wouldn’t have taken it off. Although the clothes were a bit old-fashioned, it was a thought to bring them out. Wouldn’t they come in handy now?

I should have blown up the Bronze Gate. I combed my finally grown hair in front of the mirror, seriously considering the possibility of going back to Changbai Mountain and blowing up the Bronze Gate.

Blow up the bronze door, find the body of the little brother, it doesn't matter if I can't bring it out, I can chop off his hand and bring it back, so that I can erect a tombstone with a capital "V" written on it.

Why didn't I blow up that goddamn bastard's bronze door in the first place?

The more I think about not blowing up the bronze door, the more I can't sleep, and the more I can't sleep, the more I want to blow up the bronze door. It's like being possessed by Mrs. Xianglin. My mind is full of these two sentences, and it's a vicious circle. All night, I lay in bed and watched the dawn.

At dawn, it was hard to get rid of Wang Meng, so I sat in the shop and called the fat man: "Hey, fat man, how many detonators can you buy now?"

"What are you doing? Don't you think you can't fight anymore? Why are you still thinking about getting a detonator?" The fat man was chattering, and he was numb when he heard it. The face is full of red light.

I said seriously: "As much as I can, I want to go to Changbai Mountain again."

The movement of rubbing numbness on the fat man's side was obviously paused, maybe he felt that I was insane again, and asked, "You haven't given up yet?"

"I've thought about it. I must blow up the bronze door. I won't be happy if I don't blow it up. You can't bear to watch your brother and I can't sleep at night..."

"Di-di-di-di-"

Fatty!I yelled, turned around and called Xiaohua again, he was even more rude, and immediately shut down the phone, I guessed that he was the one who was messing with the fat man just now, he was so fucking disrespectful!

As soon as I patted the table, Wang Meng in the corner trembled three times and almost fell off the chair. I said, "Let's go!"

"Boss, where are you going...?"

I didn't answer him, and I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't want to be in the house.

In the end, I regretted it even more when I went out. I was alone, with my hands behind my back, and the dog... Ah no, Wang Meng, strolling by the West Lake, I felt like those old men in their [-]s and [-]s.

I walked ahead, aimlessly, and Wang Meng followed me, full of complaints.We walked all the way to the gate of Zhejiang University, and watched the girls and boys in their early twenties rushing out of the school gate, and I came back to my senses.

I didn’t expect to walk so far after being distracted. I moved my hands and feet and found that I was not tired at all. I couldn’t help but feel complacent. It’s not easy for me to maintain this at my age. I have the capital to be proud.

"Boss, do you want to buy some fruit?" Wang Meng walked away dry-mouthed, looked left and right and found a small fruit stand, immediately greedy for fruit, and carefully asked me for instructions.

I saw that the fruit stand was doing well, surrounded by girls with white thighs, thinking about getting a little angry about the Bronze Gate these days, I really should eat some fruit, so I said to Wang Meng: "Go and buy some."

Within 3 minutes after Wang Meng squeezed in, he scrambled through the crowd and rushed out, causing a lot of screams. I suspected that he deliberately took advantage of it. I watched a few girls for a long time, and their legs were indeed long and beautiful. , Wang Meng must have done it on purpose.

The boy had the same expression as when he saw a zongzi. When he rushed to me, he was still holding an apple in his hand. He grabbed me and shouted: "Boss! Boss!!"

I hate his kindness the most. When I think that people outside think that this wretch is my confidant, I want to kick him to death. I throw him away and say, "Damn you? Has the watermelon turned into a spirit?"

Wang Meng pointed desperately inside and shouted stammeringly, "Little, little...brother!"

I hate him the most for using my little brother to amuse me. Last time I didn't have time to settle the score after the fall, but this time it happened again, and I was even more substandard, so I said: "Wang Meng, don't think I forgot what happened last time." Now, do you want to tell my little brother to buy fruit in it? Did you buy watermelon or lemon?"

Wang Meng shook his head desperately, and managed to straighten out his breath: "No, no! That little brother! He, he, he, he is selling fruit inside!"

I sneered, I kicked the shriveled kid away, turned around and left, Wang Meng flew over and hugged my leg: "Boss, trust me! Go in and take a look! You will regret it if you don't go in!"

I really couldn't just leave like this when I thought, Wang Meng was still holding an apple from someone else. Although we are tomb robbers, we have quality, and we (except the fat man) don't take needles from living people.

I broke the apple out of his hand, squeezed into the fruit stand, and prepared to buy it: "Excuse me, how do you sell the apple?"

Then I saw a person, a person who had been my ass for ten years, a person who shouldn't be here if he was killed.

Stuffy oil bottle, Zhang Qiling.

My mind was in a mess all of a sudden, and I couldn’t think of anything. This is a big taboo. I thought I would never do this again in my life. No matter what exciting scene, I can smile and never smoke. I didn’t expect it Unexpectedly, I still couldn't escape the fate of being a fool.

It may be that my expression is too horrified, and my temperament is too obscene, the girls who are centered on me avoid me one after another, for fear that I will infect them with neurosis.

Poker Bottle was the only one who was calm. He held a big red plastic bag, handed it to me, and said, "Apple, two yuan and five, sweet."

I'll take your mother's apples, I'll take your mother's two dollars and five dollars, and I'll take your mother's sweets.

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was selling fruit by the West Lake.I felt like I couldn't catch my breath, and I almost suffocated myself to death.

Zhang Qiling, the former head of the Zhang family, Faqiu Erzhi Zhonglang general, made blood corpses kneel down and tremble, one of the top ten legends in the fighting world, and his appearance fee was more expensive than Jay Chou.Such a magical figure is now standing in front of me, setting up a stall on the edge of the West Lake to sell apples for two yuan and five pounds, and wearing a clothes with a big doge head printed on it, that dog His eyes kept staring at me, as if saying "stupid".Is there anything more fucked up than this?

I feel like my life is a capitalized "fuck". No one can understand my mood at the moment, including myself, because I have become numb.Sure enough, there is no absolute in this world, maybe this is another kind of ultimate, I am still too naive.

Because I hadn’t picked up the plastic bag in Poker’s hand, he spontaneously filled a bag full of apples for me, took the one in my hand and weighed it, and handed it over to me after weighing. Me: "Five catties, 12 yuan five."

I was overwhelmed, so I subconsciously said, "Make it up, 12 yuan."

Poker-Face actually thought about it seriously, and shook his head: "No, it's a small business."

I don't know whether I should be happy that he can finally make a living on the ground and learn to bargain for business; or should I be sad that society is a big dye tank, and even my little brother has begun to learn to be a profiteer.I saw clearly that the apples he stuffed me were all small, and one of them was rotten to the bottom, so he stuffed it for me without changing his face, without blushing at all.

Thanks to the blessing of 12 yuan and [-] yuan, I finally regained my senses from my stupefied state, observed the little brother carefully, and found that he was absolutely impossible to be a fake.Zhang Qiling's temperament is very special, and there is no way to imitate this special temperament, after all, not everyone can live alone for a hundred years.

This Zhang Qiling is real, the one I know, why does he sell fruit in this place?It's certain that he lost his memory, but he shouldn't be selling fruit here.Or is it because I turned Wang's family and Zhang's family upside down, and no one cared to take care of him. After he came out, he found that the sky had changed and he couldn't make a living, so he came to sell fruit?

I thought many reasons were nonsense, but in the end Wang Meng found out the real owner of the fruit stand and asked some things from him.

It turned out that Poker Fing had applied for the job half a month ago. At that time, the boss wanted to find a student to look after the stall. He thought that Poker Finger had good facial features, so he asked him to sell fruit here after seeing his ID card.

I told the boss that I was Pokerfing's elder brother, and I had to pick him up because of some family problems, so I would stop working here and ask him to settle the wages for Pokerfing.The boss felt a little pity, saying that business has improved a lot since Boyouping came, and the little girls are happy to come to buy fruit.

Poker-Face has been very obedient since he lost his memory, and he didn't refute my "brother", but when the boss asked what day it is, he said silently: "Fourteen."

Today is clearly October 26th, no matter how hard I remember it, I can’t remember the [-]th. The boss flipped through his phone and went to get the money with a smile.

I sighed, and patted Poker Finger's shoulder with regret, thinking that this doesn't look too big, I'm demented, I can't even remember the days, no wonder I'm reduced to selling fruit on the street... When I took the third shot , My hand suddenly stopped, and the cold sweat came down.

Today is indeed the 26th in the Gregorian calendar, but it is September [-]th in the lunar calendar. I fucking forgot that this guy was born in the old society. Although he looks small, his actual age is at the level of his ancestors. People, his way of dating must be the lunar calendar!

As the saying goes, there is a three-year generation gap. The generation gap between me and my little brother is about as deep as the Mariana Trench and as wide as the Atlantic Ocean. I also said that some people’s agreement can’t release pigeons. I fucking remembered it wrong Days passed!

After thinking about it for a while, I understood what was going on.

The little brother came out of the bronze gate according to the lunar calendar, but there is almost a month difference between the lunar calendar and the solar calendar. August 17th is already September 29th. I have already come out from Changbai Mountain and returned to Hangzhou. After he came out, he only saw the door that backpack.

After staying there for ten years, he really lost his memory and didn't remember anything. Perhaps because of his pursuit of his own life experience, he came to Hangzhou according to the address I left. I don't know why he found the wrong place.Maybe he just wanted to ask the owner of the fruit stand for the address, but the boss mistook him for a student applying for the job, and stayed at the fruit stand to sell fruit for half a month.

I raised my hand and gave myself a slap, merciless, I grinned, turned around and called the fat man, but he didn't answer, probably he was afraid that I would tell him about the fried bronze door.I bitterly sent him a picture of Poker Bottle via WeChat, and he called back within two seconds.

"Hey, what the hell is going on? Why is my brother standing next to you? Did he come out? How did he come out?"

I said angrily: "You still ask me! Tell me about you, an old comrade, why didn't you think that the time is divided into the lunar calendar and the solar calendar? You didn't do enough reforms when you went to the mountains and the countryside, and you forgot everything about your ancestors." , Once corrupted by the evil Western culture, it will be chaotic!"

When I said something indiscriminately, the fat man immediately understood, cursed "Fuck", turned around and hung up the phone. I guess he went straight to the airport, ready to kill the general.

I was like a defeated general, walking in front with my head bowed, Poker Face was still dead, wearing that damn dog-headed clothes and following me, Wang Meng was carrying that bag of rotten apples, like a little daughter-in-law Go last.

This combination was too weird, exuding an aura of bad luck, so passers-by avoided the three of us far away.

I asked my brother where he lived these days, and he took me around to a small alley. There was a small family hotel in the alley, which cost 60 yuan a night.

Poker’s only luggage is the backpack I gave him. The clothes on his body were bought for him by the daughter of the fruit stand owner, and there is also a set of pajamas full of doge. I really can’t stand being despised by a dog all the time. I didn't let him bring the taste, and stayed in the hotel.

I found that the last part of the address I left for him was blurred, and the cause of the blurring was precisely the waterproof bag I wrapped it in, which had moisture in it, and the moon water pen would naturally become blurry after covering it.

"The world is unpredictable" four words, it seems that I will not be able to comprehend it in my life.

Fatty's efficiency was very high, and at night, when he rushed in, his head was covered with beads of sweat, and he was wheezing like a cow.I motioned to Wang Meng to hand him an apple. He didn't pay much attention to it. He just rubbed it on his clothes and took a bite. He was so sour that he took a dozen mouthfuls: "What kind of apple is this? Fatty is so sour!"

I glanced at Poker Bottle, he was nestled in the innermost part, looking up at the ceiling, I was sure he heard what the fat man said, but he shamelessly pretended that he couldn't hear it.

I explained the matter to Fatty, but Fatty didn't speak for a long time, and slapped his thigh: "This matter is really... really..."

Even the fat man is speechless, I know this matter is too nonsensical, no language can describe this matter, it can only be reduced to two big words - shit.

Fatty and I are not from the same generation. Fatty and my brother are not from the same generation. We are destined to not have much in common, and my brother doesn’t even have a language. This kind of generation gap is insurmountable, terrifying and a bit ridiculous.

Fatty is a person who is very good at adjusting his mentality. He quickly accepted and digested this matter, and clamored to go to the building outside the building for a meal, to catch up with the younger brother, to apologize to the younger brother, and said that the younger brother must be at the bronze gate. After suffering a lot, I have to supplement the children to see how thin they are.

"Come on, little brother, let's go one by one! Fatty, I'm sorry for you, you said that Comrade Xiao Wu is young, I don't know what the lunar calendar and solar calendar are normal, but fatty, I shouldn't! How can I forget?" What happened to this matter? I blamed you brother for not coming out on time, it’s really abominable! Come on! I’ll give you an apology for this glass of wine!” I poured myself a glass of water until my tongue got big.

Boiler Bottle never refuses anyone who comes, he drank as much as the fat man gave him, and he didn't say a word during the dinner. From his standpoint, the fat man and I were probably strangers, or the kind who drank too much and went crazy.

I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say, and I didn't know what to ask. It's good to be boring, I forgot everything, but I didn't forget, all these years are vivid in my memory.I don't know if Pokerfing has had a good ten years, but I've had a very bad time. We seem to be tormenting each other, very weird.

After a drink, there is not much sense of heartiness, but it makes the breath in my chest deeper and heavier, making me want to vomit.

The fat man was already swaying left and right. I asked Wang Meng to take him back to the hotel. Poor Wang Meng's small body basically disappeared when he was pressed by the fat man.I stood on the side of the street and watched them go away. The wind blew away part of the alcohol in my body, and my brain began to ache again, twitching.

Poker-Face stood beside me, I looked at him, he hadn't changed at all, his hair was still jet-black, he didn't have a beard and a lot of eyebrows, such a person on the street, no matter how you looked at him, he was just an ordinary young man people.

My gaze was too hot, he turned his head to look at me with a flat expression.I put my arms around his neck while drinking, and sighed.

"Brother, welcome back."