People often say that nothing is static.
With the passage of time, wounds will always be healed.
But Tataka didn't quite agree with this view.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.
Time cannot heal all wounds; only revenge can.
And now, although the process was somewhat tortuous, he has managed to do it.
We won.
Even the enemy's gods have all died.
He sat directly on the ground in front of the iron tombstone, holding a wine barrel half his height and drinking heavily.
In front of the tombstone was a wine barrel that had been opened and half-emptied, while the other half... could only be discerned from the wet appearance of the tombstone.
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Clang.
The force of slamming the barrel down made even someone as physically strong as Tataka feel dizzy.
“We won, we avenged you… in an instant.”
We won.
Despite the immense effort involved, we ultimately prevailed.
The body leaning against the barrel grew heavier and heavier until it finally fell over and crashed to the ground.
He fell asleep.
After his tense mind finally relaxed, he was finally able to get a good night's sleep.
In his dream, he saw his deceased friend.
He smiled as he listened to himself boast about his heroic deeds on the battlefield, and every now and then he would prepare a new cocktail for himself.
Just like before, I sat at the bar listening to myself recount the past.
After talking for an unknown amount of time, Tataka suddenly saw the young man in front of him smile.
He mixed two drinks, and then, unusually, downed them in one gulp.
good!
He's acting like a man now!
Tataka cheered, but then saw Song Yishun's stunned expression after finishing his drink.
The boy I watched grow up has finally become a man.
He gazed at himself quietly, and finally smiled:
"Thank you."
The dream vanished in a very short time.
Tataka, who was stunned, quickly realized that he was in a dream.
Are you sad?
No... that kind of emotion is enough already.
He grinned and burst into a triumphant laugh:
"Hey, why are you being so polite with me, you brat!"
Enough with the sadness, it's time to laugh.
Blinking, Song Yishun also smiled and nodded, saying:
"And... goodbye."
Then, he winked and said sarcastically:
"But don't come to see me too soon, at least don't end up an old bachelor."
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"Get out! It's none of your business!"
Damn it! Mind your own business!
"Hahahaha... This time, it's really goodbye."
Song waved goodbye in an instant, then turned around laughing.
This time, however, Tataka did not follow.
Parents always have to watch their children go far away.
Whether it was her imagination or not, Tataka vaguely seemed to see a figure in front of Song Yishun as he took a step.
A tall, sturdy figure, seemingly ordinary yet giving off a sense of imposing presence.
!
!
That's right!
?
When Tataka suddenly sat up, he looked around but found no trace of her, as if what he had just seen was just a hallucination from his drunkenness.
"...Did you drink a little too much?"
"Only three buckets? That shouldn't be the case..."
With a look of confusion, Tataka's expression suddenly froze, and his eyes stared intently at the tombstone.
Above the tombstone, there was an empty cup.
...
...
"Old Yan."
Hearing the plaintive voice, Yan Rulong, who was reading a book while wearing reading glasses, raised his head slightly and looked at Luo De, who was sitting in the branch manager's seat.
"What's wrong, Branch Manager Rhodes?"
His expression was worse than if someone in his family had died. Rod twisted his face into a grimace, his lips twitching as he pointed to the mountain of documents piled up over there.
"I mean... this is so unfair!"
"I accepted it before, but why is there even more now?"
Even if you're asking people to work overtime, you should at least follow some basic rules, right?
We can't push our luck too far!
"Wasn't the branch supposed to be closed? How come there are still so many..."
"It's because the branch was closed that there's so much data that needs to be sorted and processed."
"…………"
His expression was one of extreme pain, and Rod believed that anyone with a conscience would feel a pang of conscience upon seeing this scene.
"But why me!?"
"Because you are the branch manager."
Yan Rulong slowly closed the book, his emotions completely unwavering, and said calmly:
"At this moment, all Watchers at the division level and above are working overtime to do this cleanup work."
"Even legends and saints... are doing these most basic tasks."
Even saints can't escape it, do you think you can?
"Or, you could try complaining to him?"
Rhodes: "…………"
Tell him?
Remaining silent.
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
Rod said nothing in the end, lowered his head and began his hard work without complaint.
Oh shit!
If only I could tell him, "Do I really have to be in such a miserable state?!"
All I was hoping was that you could put in a good word for me!
"Never mind... let's leave it at that."
I've accepted my fate.
Let's do it! Just get it done!
"Old Yan, you're so kind. It's good that you're here with me... uh?"
Looking up, Luo De suddenly saw Yan Rulong carrying a book and slowly walking towards the door.
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"Old Yan! Where are you going!"
?
stop!
Where are you going?!
Don't leave me alone!
"I'm going on vacation with my wife and kids. Good luck to you."
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Yan Rulong!
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