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I woke up instantly. Anyone who opened their eyes and saw a face in front of them would definitely not be able to continue to sleep peacefully, not to mention that the owner of this face was Poker.

"Brother, what do you want to do?" I stepped aside and distanced myself a little, "I'll think you have something in mind for me."

Poker-Face straightened up when he heard my words, sat on the left side of the bed, and looked at me against the back of the bed. I didn’t feel much sleepy at this time, so I sat up and looked at the watch on the wall. It was already one o’clock in the morning. up.

"You still not going to bed so late?" I was a little surprised, seeing that the bedroom door had been closed by the oil bottle, his hair was wet, and he was wearing a set of white pajamas, probably after taking a shower.

"Going to sleep soon." Poker bottle said, "I just cleaned up the room."

"Isn't the room all cleaned up?" I asked.

"It's just superficial." Poker bottle said, "Now it's packed, and the things that should be bought have been bought."

I froze for a moment before realizing what he said. The clothes Pokerfing was wearing were obviously not from my place. I don’t have a wardrobe at all here, only simple furniture, daily necessities, and countless wine bottles. Until now There should be a lot of wine bought at that time in the cabinet.

In other words, when I just went to sleep, Pokerfoil cleaned up the room again, and went downstairs to buy pajamas. Since I took a shower, I should have bought toiletries, but I can’t tell, my brother still has become The potential of a warm man at home.

"You're pretty good at living." I looked up and down Poker Bottle, he was very obedient in his white pajamas, his eyes were light, without any impurities, and he was clean and spotless.

Poker bottle didn't answer my question, but pointed to my right hand side. As soon as I turned my head, I saw two pajamas on the back of the chair. After putting it in water and drying it, it still smells like softener.

While changing my clothes, I said, "Scholar farewell for three days, you should look at it with admiration. This sentence is really not a lie. Brother, is there a domestic service training class inside the Bronze Gate?"

Poker-Face ignored me, but he was abnormal enough today, if I joked with him and he still talked, I would suspect that he was Xiaohua pretending.

When I changed my trousers and straightened my belt, I heard Poker Fing ask me, "Have you lived here for the past ten years?"

"No." I replied, "It was just over a year at the beginning, and then I got busy, so naturally I wouldn't stay here."

"Why are you staying here?" Poker Bottle asked again.

I was taken aback, didn't understand what he meant, turned my head and looked at me, I was very puzzled: "I bought this house, why can't I stay here?"

Poker Bottle shook his head, and was silent for a while: "Why do you drink so much wine?"

There was a "click" in my heart.

The memory of ten years ago came back before my eyes. At that time, I had a total collapse. The reason was that I couldn't accept what I knew then

He couldn't accept the truth that he had lost so many friends, and his brother's departure became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Now, Poker-Face is sitting here, the place where I was drunk ten years ago and only hoped to forget everything, asking me why I was drinking so much back then.

Time and space, complete a chaotic butt joint at this moment.

This is really an indescribable feeling.

I forced a smile: "I can only say that my mood was really broken at that time. It may not be a big deal to you, but it is also to me now, but you must know that at that time I was A brat, my third uncle's subcontractor, what happened in the ancient building of the Zhang family, and your departure in the end, any one of them was enough to break me back then. Looking back, maybe I was still too weak. "

Poker bottle listened to my words noncommittal, but said something I didn't expect: "I don't want you to become like this."

"What do you mean you don't want me to become like this?" I felt my mind was muddled, as if I knew what Poker Bottle meant, but I felt it was impossible.

"Tell me, what have you done in the past ten years?" Poker-Face ignored my question.

I smiled wryly, this is really a big problem.

"I've been to a few places, and I think that if I name them, you'll know the approximate answer." I said, "I went to Medog, followed that line to a very deep place, and found Lama Temple, walked through the frozen lake, and saw the bronze gate."

Poker bottle looked at me quietly, I think he was probably not surprised.

"There is also Gutongjing, Badain Jaran, I don't know if you have been to that place, but I believe you know it, Heixiazi went there with me, and I wrote a few novels at that time, signed by Guan Gen, if you have time, you can buy it and have a look." I said.

The little brother was still staring at me without saying a word.

"There is another place." I said, "Sizhou Ancient City."

Poker-Face's face changed slightly, and for some reason I smiled: "Yes, it's the place where you fought with your clansmen when you were young. Zhang Haike told me about it, and I went to see it too."

I don't know why, but after saying this, I felt my eye sockets heat up, and I suddenly wanted to cry, but I wasn't surprised.

It's not so much that I'm talking about Boyouping, it's better to say that I'm remembering. I have taken a lot of things in these years, but only memories can't bear the burden.

Medog - Badain Jaran - Sizhou Ancient City.

I was walking on the snowy mountains in Tibet, and was attacked by someone and almost died in the snow. With the help of Xiaohua, I escaped from the desert of Badain Jaran under the surveillance of hundreds of people, without revealing anything I discovered News, there are many scars on my neck, hands, and body, but my heart seems to have a layer of scabs, but the more this is the case, the more painful it will be.

I walked in the footsteps of my little brother, experienced his experiences, and remembered his memories.

For a whole decade.

That day when someone cut my throat from behind, I clutched my neck and fell into the snow, my consciousness lost rapidly, and the snow was blushing, but this poem came to my mind inexplicably.

Linglong dice puts red beans on the bones and knows nothing.

Poker bottle looked at me, and I looked at him, and I smiled slightly, restraining the surging emotions in my heart: "That's all, there are some small villages, I can't count them, and you won't want to know .”

Poker-Face didn't speak, and I thought to myself that the redness of my eyes was a bit blatant just now, so I quickly smiled again: "Okay, okay, go to bed quickly, it's all over."

But he said something that I will never forget in my life.

"I'm sorry, I failed to protect you." The little brother looked at me and said very seriously.