Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1181: Zhang Family and Black Blind Man

The Zhang family are all stubborn to some extent.

They have their own reasons for doing things, never stop because of others, and never regret, because there is no regret after making a move.

They will pay a heavy price for their actions.

This is true for the patriarch and for everyone else as well.

Not to mention Zhang Haishui, and the other Xiao Zhangs too.

Even the little prince is a very stubborn person.

Everyone has their own obsessions.

It’s good to pursue your own obsession.

They are like greedy snakes, chasing each other to their own goals.

The patriarch was the most unlucky one because he didn't know what he was chasing.

But I still have to chase it.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

Black Bear: ...

So what was he chasing?

Goldfish with amnesia.

Still an amnesiac donkey.

Maybe life is just so unexpected.

The days in Yucun were as smooth as water, and the patriarch also had his own worldly air.

When you are poor, you have to go to the mountains to pick mushrooms to eat.

Patriarch, you are such a poor and unlucky guy.

But he didn't come to see the patriarch. He was so stupid that he wouldn't believe them unless he thought about it.

Damn Zhang Qishan, why did the bad things he did come back to haunt them?

The black bear leaned against the tree and watched for a long time.

The mute can now plant rice seedlings.

He turned and left.

"Let's go, Zhang Haishui."

Zhang Haishui pursed his lips. He still didn't want the little prince to get hurt. The hopeless pursuit was too tiring.

Maybe the young prince can let it go.

When they turned around and left, they did not see Zhang Qilin's complicated look.

瞎。

But just a moment of discomfort wiped out all his emotions.

The power of the ultimate is so terrifying that the more you love someone, the more completely you forget them.

Zhang Qilin didn't know that Wu Xie had been waiting for ten years, and Hei Xia Zi had been waiting for countless days and nights.

They had loved each other passionately a long time ago, they had loved each other for a hundred years, but everything was no match for fate.

They had also agreed on the next hundred years.

Zhang Qilin got off the car on his way to find his lover.

It doesn't matter whether you're right or wrong, blind man, you should let it go.

Hei Xiazi's bitter smile is so much like a withered flower.

Every step he took was to remove his obsession.

Every step was stained with blood.

Mr. Zhang, Mr. Qi will step down first.

Mr. Qi is so tired.

Zhang Haishui stepped forward and held the young prince's hand tightly, "Blind man, let's walk the rest of the way together."

The Xiao Zhangs who were hiding nearby all came out.

They were all willing to accompany the little prince for the rest of the journey.

"Even though I'll never fall in love with you."

"That's not important. The most important thing is that the young prince is happy."

Although love is the best, if that is not possible, they would rather stay by the little prince's side until their end.

How can this not be considered growing old together and spending life together?

For them, this is also perfection.

There will be no problem as long as the patriarch has Zhang Haike around.

Zhang Haike: . . . .

He is a brick, moved wherever he is needed, but every time he looks at the patriarch, his eyes are very complicated.

But Zhang Qilin couldn't remember anything.

He still patrols the mountains and farms.

Back in the RV in town, Xiao Zhang and others were driving, Zhang Haishui was cooking, and Hei Xia Zi buried himself in the quilt.

Huddle together.

"who are you?"

"I do not remember."

"Wu Xie, you're old, Fatty."

Two completely different answers were running around in the blind man's mind, tearing at his soul.

I said I don't care anymore, why does it still hurt?

It's okay, it's okay.

Everything will be fine as time passes.

Hei Xia Zi's collapsed emotions seemed to be unable to be suppressed, and he felt like sleeping.

Mr. Zhang can defeat his army with just two words.

He could have endured the darkness, but someone special appeared in the darkness.

The person he was waiting for left with someone else, leaving him alone to sink and be swallowed by the darkness.

That strange look became warm, but it wasn't because of him.

All expectations collapsed.

Indulge yourself just this once, just this once.

Don’t think about him anymore, Black Blind Man.

Zhang Haishui did not disturb the blind man and just stayed with him.

The other Xiao Zhangs took turns eating and driving.

When Hei Xia Zi woke up, Zhang Haishui was holding him and humming Mongolian nursery rhymes.

I don’t know when I learned it.

But it's very standard.

Hei Xiazi suddenly laughed and said, "I want to smoke."

"it is good."

Zhang Haishui took out the cigarettes he had prepared.

As the smoke flickered, the little prince in front of him became blurry.

The lighter opens and closes, making its own sound.

I don’t know how long it took.

The blind man seemed to accept reality.

He is a free and easy person, but he still fails miserably when it comes to love.

Then in front of him was a plate of green pepper and shredded pork fried rice. Outside the window, the scenery was still passing by quickly. Xiao Zhang and his friends were driving very fast, on the verge of speeding.

"beer."

"Have."

Zhang Haishui quickly gave the little prince what he wanted.

Hei Xia Zi thought that he was not too much of a failure, as he still had people around him.

The green pepper and shredded pork fried rice that Zhang Haishui handed to him was still steaming from the wok, and the cold beer can poked his palm.

He mechanically picked at the fried rice, the familiar taste spreading on his tongue, but he couldn't taste the same flavor as before.

This taste used to be the fireworks of the world, a comfort after hard work, but now it is like a blunt knife, slowly cutting the last bit of warm memory related to that person.

"Young Prince, eat slowly."

In fact, what he wanted to say was, if you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat.

Zhang Haishui's voice was soft, filled with cautious observation.

He didn't dare to mention that name, and he didn't even dare to look too much at Hei Xia Zi's eyes at the moment.

There was a kind of exhaustion that was almost shattered, as if the silent collapse in the quilt just now had exhausted all his strength.

Hei Xiazi didn't respond, but just chewed in silence.

The temperature of the fried rice slid down the esophagus, but it couldn't warm the ice in the chest.

He looked at Zhang Haishui's tightly pursed lips, the undisguised worry in his eyes and his unconditional and stubborn companionship.

In a corner of my heart, like a deep pool into which a small stone was thrown, a circle of faint ripples spread out.

"Drive faster." He suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, and said to Xiao Zhang who was driving in the front seat.

"Let's stop somewhere with a mountain."

He needs open space, needs to be away from the crowd, and needs the stinging feeling of the mountain breeze blowing across his skin to prove that he is still alive and still here.

The RV roared, carrying a load of silent thoughts, heading towards the deeper mountains.

Zhang Haishui quietly cleared the dishes and sat back down next to Hei Xia Zi. Without saying anything extra, he silently moved his shoulder closer to Hei Xia Zi.

The other Xiao Zhangs exchanged glances, moved more quickly, and stayed quiet.

Finally, the car stopped in a remote valley.

The mountain breeze, carrying the scent of grass, trees and soil, rushed into the car window violently, blowing away the remaining smell of smoke and dullness.

Hei Xia Zi was the first to open the car door and jumped out.

He strode towards the edge of a nearby cliff, letting the mountain wind whistle and mess up his hair and make his thin clothes rustle.

Zhang Haishui followed closely behind, stopping a few steps away, neither getting closer nor moving away.

He looked at Hei Xia Zi's straight back, which seemed extremely lonely in the vast mountain scenery, but also revealed a tenacity that refused to bend.

Xiao Zhang and the others spread out around the RV in tacit understanding, keeping watch and guarding this space that belonged to them.

Time passes by in the whistling wind.