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Stretched out and shook, "The reason she keeps you here is because you look like her son."

"Thank you," I said to him, "you have already said that."

He suddenly put his head close to my ear, I was a little surprised, and then I heard him say in my ear: "She killed his son, believe me, she will kill you too."

I took a few steps back, then stared at him and said to him, "I don't know that, Aunt Rachael, he's talking bad about your son, and I think you should teach him a lesson."

The man hurriedly turned around, and saw Mrs. Rachel standing in front of a door looking at him with a gloomy face. He took a quick breath, and then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Why don't you chat for a while, you gossip king," she twisted her waist and walked over, and the man stopped immediately, "Seeing that you and the lover of the lunatic are chatting very enthusiastically, why don't you talk to me when you see me?" Speaking, do I have the potential to be cold?"

After he finished listening, he turned around, stared at me with an inexplicable look that was close to disbelief, and then he said, "Is he a lunatic?"

"No," I said quickly, "I hate him, that's all, and now I don't want to see you, because you look very different from the European and American uncle in my mind, your head is like a ruined bird's nest , No, the bird's nest is not suitable, it should be a hornet's nest, look at your figure, you are thinner than me, did you have stunted growth or did you not eat enough when you were young? You are short and thin bamboo pole."

"At least taller than you," he replied loudly, leaving Mrs. Rachel alone, he continued, "Why are you laughing at me like that? Is there something about me that doesn't please you? Well, if If you say that, let me tell you, your lunatic will not come back, his family specializes in making poison, just like the ancient Polkin family, he has a good reputation, and Interpol is looking for him, so he hides in Stayed in prison for a while, now that he's fine, you think he'll stay with you as a minor—"

"I don't care if I fucking come back or not," I yelled, interrupting him, "I want you to jump off the second floor fucking right now."

Mrs. Rachel interrupted suddenly: "Maybe not."

As she spoke, she pulled out a pistol from her waist, put on the silencer, and pointed the muzzle at him, "Yuan, do you think I should hit his head or his little brother?"

"Oh, calm down," he waved with a hasty smile when he saw the gun, "I was just joking, because this...um...little Rachel is too mean, I...in common sense, I should be so Right? But it's true."

"He's not coming back?" I asked, frowning. "Tell me again."

The man hesitated for a moment, seeming a little worried about the gun in Mrs. Rachel's hand. I knew my gaze was useless, but I glared at him as viciously as I could.

"Yes, he's not coming back."

I immediately ran down the hall and said, "I need you guys to tell me out loud, am I being mean?"

"Very mean," chorused the hall.

"Okay," I clapped my hands, and then I said to Mrs. Rachel, "hit his little brother for being mean."

Then I turned around and left. A few seconds later, I heard him screaming fiercely, and Mrs. Rachel said loudly from behind: "Is he noisy?"

Before the person in the hall could answer, she shot that person a few more times, and the shouting stopped immediately. I quickly ran into the room. I don't know what I was doing, maybe it was the influence of his words, I lay down On the bed, buried my head under the covers, and a few minutes later Mrs. Rachel opened the door and came in, sitting on the edge of the bed, and she patted me on the shoulder, and I pushed her away.

"Don't talk to me," I said to her under the covers, "I'm stupid, I trust him, so don't talk to me."

"Okay," she said, "if you don't get up I'll stare at your back so hard it'll make your back go numb, and then I'll throw you out and keep you out, and then you If you don't go, I'll take a sniper rifle and blow your head off."

"Okay," I said the same, and then I stood up abruptly and walked outside. She didn't respond at first, but at this time I was already walking in the corridor, and she ran out in a hurry.

"But I'll close the iron gate so you can't get out," she said afterward, "so come back, sit on the table, and maybe you'll cry a lot, maybe you'll shed a little, but whatever Whatever you do you need to talk about it."

She stared into my eyes for a while, her eyes were soft, I suddenly felt relieved, and I walked back.

"I don't sleep well," I said to her as soon as I sat down in my chair, "I have nightmares every night, and every morning I wake up lying on the floor, thank you maniac for letting me The nightmare disappeared for two nights, then he left, and now I need you to tell me, is the man telling the truth?"

After I finished speaking she started avoiding my eyes, the first time I saw her like this, after a while she looked up and said to me: "If you can wait for him forever, do you still care when he comes back? You do If you make a promise, you have to keep it, and the lunatic can come back at any time before eternity, as long as you set the eternity standard well."

"You know," she went on, "you know my son, he's like the guy who just died said, he's dead, right in front of me. We were on a base in the desert, we were having lunch, He was moving around the dorm as usual, I remember he had just had sex with his boyfriend for the first time in the dorm, and then he came out rubbing his waist and facing our group lying on the wall The person who eavesdropped on the Internet said that it was so cool. He said he had never felt so good, and then he staggered to the side of the pressurized water machine outside. After washing his face, he stood ten steps in front of me and greeted me. Said he wanted to be like this all the time, he told me not to object because he meant it, and I nodded because of that, and he laughed happily, and he jumped, I've never seen him so happy, and then a A cannonball was suddenly thrown from the sky with a parabola. He was not killed, he was crushed to death... He was crushed to death, and then the shell exploded. The enemy soldiers saved me the cost of cremation , but I didn't even find any ashes, I... I... can I have some water?"

As she spoke, she poured a glass of water and drank it down. I didn't know what to say.

"So... I hate him," she went on, "I hate him because he was smiling at me when he died, he was happy when he was dying, and he acted like he knew he was dead , but he didn't tell me that he was going to die in the next second, so I hate him!"

As she spoke, she suddenly held my hand, "I'm not telling you to hate someone, because hating someone means that person will always be in your heart, and you will always think about him. The madman will come back, It may be a long time, but he will come back, and if you don't want to speak mean words to him when he comes back, you better not be angry with him, because you said you will wait for him forever."

"I can't do that," I said, looking down, and she laughed, "No one can do that, can they? When someone leaves, it takes your mind like an invader, but... ThankGod! Wearehuman! We will do everything we can to get back the thought that was taken from us, we forget it, we seek it, we remember it. At a certain moment we know it is time to leave, but he will still be there In our dreams, we are waiting for him to come back and we believe he will come back."

There was silence around for a while, she seemed to be giving me time to think, and after a few minutes she said to me: "Stay here, this is the last resting place he gave you, the lunatic is not a loose person, he will definitely be here came back forever."

"What do you want me to say?" I looked up and smiled, and then I looked at the quartz clock I had mediated. "Forever has passed," I said. It's over, can I stay here as a worker? I don't want to sit around doing nothing."

"Of course you can," she said with her eyes narrowed. "This dating agency only accepts two staff members this year. You have made an appointment. Now, come hug one and celebrate."

So the two of us stood up and hugged each other. There was a strange smell of perfume on her body. Although the smell was not pleasant, it was very comfortable. I quietly closed my eyes and put my head on her shoulder. After a while Then I whispered, "He's really coming back, isn't he?"

She gave me a little pause, then she patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's out of my control, boy, will he really come back? You know that because you care about him, so why should you worry about time, Time is but a coward, and only time is afraid of being forgotten."

Yes, I sighed softly in my heart, time is just a coward, it uses various methods to make us remember it, through the rotation of the quartz clock, through the digital changes at the bottom right of the computer screen, but we don’t need to care about time so much, Because when we stop the second hand of the quartz clock and cover the bottom right number with a sticker -- well, it's weird, but then we say, "Look, what time is it?"

Then a complicated person who studies philosophy will answer us:

"forever."

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