Many years later, if there are still people alive...

Maybe I will also remember the four hours on January 3, 2016, and the people I will also remember the people I will never come back to.

In this year of preparation, the top ten branches have a large-scale mission, how many people die and how many people are alive.

The dead are unwillingness, regret, and liberation.

The living are grief, grief, fear, and punishment.

There is no torture in the world, which is even more cruel than memory, because people who carry memories must continue to bear more pain.

...

22:10.

Li Guanqi held a broken red rope on his broken left limb, allowing him to float in the wind, like a broken fate.

The swaying rope was like the willow branch in my memory, and also like the color on the girl's braids.

A shiver before his eyes, pulling back the memories to a long time ago.

Lu Caiwei jumped to Li Guanqi, wrapped his arms around him, and smiled foolishly at him.

Two white little tiger teeth were embedded in their puffed lips, approaching their ears, and quietly telling him a "little secret".

"Actually, I don't like doing tasks at all. I just want to protect you in every danger..."

The red rope broke in the wind twice, and the unreasonable wind was so raging, rolling this last little thought into the sky and blowing it without a trace.

"Protect you..."

"Protect you..."

"you……"

Li Guanqi finally woke up and cried bitterly.

The broken body could not catch up with the red rope that was floating further and further away. He crawled forward with his last hand in a mess, which was useless.

Just like the fate that has already ended, the more you want to seize it, the more you will lose it.

...

22:10.

White water vapor permeates the hot private room.

The air outlet of the copper pot was filled with white smoke, and the room was so hot that it made people cry.

The boiling red oil was filled with mature tripe. They rolled and curled, and exposed their belly torture.

A large plate of rice, a large handful of tripe, was thrown into the pot by Suchenghe one after another until the hot pot soup overflowed from the copper stove and made a squeaking evaporation sound on the wall of the furnace.

The Sucheng River no longer feels realistic and elegant through endless water vapor, only numbness and blur.

He stared blankly at the cold and hard custom chair, without saying a word.

This chair is larger than any chair in the private room, twice as large as it is very special and eye-catching.

Its owner is a simple man who is two meters tall and weighs three hundred kilograms.

The rising water vapor enveloped the room, blocking the view, as if it had a magical power that made people fall into hallucinations.

Su Chenghe looked at the chair in a daze and saw the man in a daze. He rolled up his sleeves with his big hands and laughed heartily.

"Don't stand there, celebrate our seventh mission and we are back alive and celebrate the merits!"

The tamale that was already impatient in the pot was picked up by chopsticks and wrapped in a secret dip sauce, which brought out a strong aroma that evoked appetite.

The warm and comfortable room, listening to the cold wind outside the window, just smelling the fragrance is enough to make people intoxicated.

"Yes...yes...celebrate!celebrate!hahahahaha."

Su Chenghe came to his senses, picked up chopsticks and picked up a large bowl, kept eating, kept picking, kept eating, kept picking...

Until the bowl of ingredients in front of him was overturned, the soup splashed, and the sauce flowed down the table to the ground.

The man who had never cried before was stuffed with tripe, and the meat slices made a "whimpering" crying sound.

His hands could no longer stop, and he was only savoring the "bitter and salty" of the food, one chopstick, one big mouthful, one big mouthful.

"Celebrate the commendation! Sledgehammer, let's celebrate the commendation..."

...

"An An, this is the fifth letter I wrote after your death.

When you are alive, you have to worry too much, and you have not given you a rest after death, and you always have to disturb you.

Am I not very proud...

At the moment when your death came, I really wanted to mature.

Your death will transform me, make me independent, make me more calm and courageous, and be more like a store manager.

But I'm afraid...

I was afraid of the nights of this hotel, I was afraid of the clerks who were counting on me to survive, and I was even afraid that others would call me the manager.

Did I let you down? (The smear here changed to: I really don't want to let you down!)

This morning, I opened the first four letters to you, wanting to remember myself who made those vows.

But you don’t know that in three hours I will lead a team to carry out a joint mission of the top ten branches.

The location of this mission is Orange Lake Happy World. I went to play when I was a freshman. There are many fun places there. The uncle who sells marshmallows praises me for being beautiful...

(Delete this sentence)

Such a large joint task is unprecedented, and it is also a task we have discussed and planned for nearly a year before.

Li Yi, Ji Li, Fang Shenyan, Hou Guisheng... Those terrible people are coming to participate, which is even stronger than the lineup of the store manager's mission.

So I know that this task will be very difficult.

An An, I feel no confidence anymore...

Mo Chou has been helping me with advice, but Sister Chen has always poured cold water on me. I hate her! (But I know she is actually a good sister.)

She doesn't need to say that I know this time it may be really bad.

But you believe me, this is definitely not my suicide note.

You always say I am immature and I am childish and childish, but if I don’t do this, I will be afraid that I will not even have the courage to live.

Maybe I can survive this mission, maybe not.

If I could walk out of Orange Lake alive, I would forget you and would never disturb you again.

If I really die there, then I will find you and let's be a happy pair of ghosts together.

(Laughs) Jia Jia~”

...

Tianmingshan Cemetery, three rows D4.

Xue Tingtao took off the scarf from his neck and used it to clean the fallen leaves and thin ice on the bone-white tombstone.

The palms brushed over the black letters on the white background in turn from top to bottom - "Brother Xue Tinghai's tomb, brother Tingtao stands."

Some short stubble had been left on his chin, and his originally white and tender face was a little darker, and he no longer looked as weak as before.

But when he saw the three words "Xue Tinghai", there was still a strong dependence in his eyes.

The tombstone engraved with "Loyal Father Xue Liye, Loyal Mother Zeng Meihua" stands next door, including Xue Tingtao's family of four, has been reunited.

The monument of my parents was added by Xue Tinghai when he was seventeen years old.

My brother's monument was also made up by Xue Tingtao before the commission task.

In fact, there are no corpses in these three tombs, and they are all dressed in tombs.

The cold wind in winter is always cold, and the sky is always far away, which often reminds people of some distant things and people from the past.

This time Xue Tingtao did not cry. He stood in front of the grave of his parents and brothers, and his voice was very soft.

"Dad, mom, and brother, don't worry, Tingtao has grown up."

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Chapter completed!