Ever since Zhao Gangjun entered this industry, he had already realized that one day he would be killed.
So Zhao Gangjun has made it this far. According to Bai Xiaoqin, Zhao Gangjun already has a fearless heart.
But now, Zhao Gangjun is afraid.
He is not afraid that he will die, but that he is afraid that if he dies, what will happen to those who care about him?
Huang Lingling, Guo Furong.
Wu Yaoqin, Lin Qianru.
My own parents, and my own brothers and friends.
I imagined that one day I died, Huang Lingling, Guo Furong, Lin Qianru, Wu Yaoqin and others were crying in front of their coffins. My parents were all white-haired, but they could only give away the white-haired ones to the black-haired ones.
Zhao Gangjun's heart was trembling.
He couldn't accept such a scene.
"Brother Steel."
Renault saw something wrong with Zhao Gangjun's expression, touched him, and then said, "How do you plan to deal with the aftermath?"
"We will take care of the old man."
Zhao Gangjun came back to his senses and said, "We will pay for the living expenses and education of the children. The compensation will be given according to the highest standards of our company. We will arrange for someone to observe their living conditions every month. We must make sure that the brothers leave with peace of mind."
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"Um."
Renault nodded and said, "Then I will do what you said."
After leaving the mourning hall, Zhao Gangjun did not go anywhere. He returned directly to his home in Binhe Community.
This is my first home after coming to FJ.
Huang Lingling, Guo Furong and him lived at home.
However, Huang Lingling was at work at this time, and Guo Furong was busy pulling red lines for the men and women in the community, so no one was at home.
Zhao Gangjun was sitting on the sofa, watching TV.
There is a TV series that I cannot name.
After watching it for a while, Zhao Gangjun found that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he got up and walked out of the house.
Where to.
Zhao Gangjun didn’t know either.
While walking, somehow, Zhao Gangjun came to Fang's base in the red light district.
There was not a lot of people in the base. Everyone was busy going out and there was only one person sitting on a chair reading a book.
The afternoon sun shines on that person, giving people a very dazzling feeling.
That person is cold.
Seeing Zhao Gangjun appear, Leng Bing said nothing and continued to read his book.
Zhao Gangrong moved a chair to sit next to Leng Bing.
Leng Bing continued to read and did not even look at Zhao Gangjun.
After a long time.
Leng Bing stood up and walked aside, bringing two bottles of beer over.
Leng Bing handed a bottle of beer to Zhao Gangjun, and took a long sip from the bottle.
Zhao Gangjun hesitated for a moment, then picked up the bottle and took a sip.
The cold beer entered his stomach through his throat, shocking Zhao Gangjun's spirit.
"Leng Bing, let me ask you a question." Zhao Gangjun said.
Leng Bing put down his beer and looked at Zhao Gangjun.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Zhao Gangjun asked.
"Not afraid."
Leng Bing shook his head.
If it were someone else who said he was not afraid of death, Zhao Gangjun would definitely say that person was pretending, but if Leng Bing said he was not afraid, then he definitely wasn't afraid.
"Why?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"Death is just a form of life."
Leng Bing said, "According to medicine, people still exist after death, but they have become another life form in this world. To put it simply, death is not the end of everything. On the contrary, he is likely to be
A certain kind of new life, and I actually maintain a certain degree of curiosity about that kind of new life."
Zhao Gangjun was a little speechless. It seemed that he was a bit stupid for asking a question like Leng Bing. For a strange person like Leng Bing, the so-called survival or death can probably be analyzed clearly for you academically.
"People are afraid of death, mainly because of the unknowability of death and their reluctance to give up on life."
Leng Bing continued, "People don't know what death is, is it pain or happiness? Does death mean disappearance? After death, everything living will become nothingness. Glory, shame, wealth, poverty, all will die.
After the smoke disappears, friends, relatives, lovers, enemies, there is no contact anymore, so people are afraid of death, but when you are not reluctant to give up on life, but know about death, you will not be afraid of death.
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"Reluctant to give up on life."
Zhao Gangjun looked at the beer bottle in his hand and said, "Many people are afraid of death because they are reluctant to give up."
"So, when we are alive, we should make ourselves have no regrets. Because we have no regrets, we will not be reluctant to give up. The ancients said that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. It means that if you have no regrets in life, then death will be
There is nothing I can't bear to part with." Leng Bing's face showed a very charming smile in Zhao Gangjun's opinion.
It seemed that she was very happy to tell Zhao Gangjun these very mysterious things.
"Hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening."
Zhao Gangjun also had a smile on his face, "Then what you mean is that people should live a better life and have a clear conscience. Is that right?"
"I mean, you should do something more meaningful instead of discussing death with me here." After Leng Bing finished speaking, he drank the wine in the bottle, then picked up the book and continued reading.
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Zhao Gangjun stood up with a smile and walked out of the base gate.
Leng Bing took the book and continued reading.
Not long after, Zhao Gangjun came back with a box of beer and placed it next to Leng Bing.
A look of surprise appeared on his cold face.
"I think the most meaningful thing right now is drinking with you."
Zhao Gangjun opened several bottles of beer in a row, then picked up one and handed it to Leng Bing, saying, "How about having a good drink today?"
"I like drinking, but I don't like getting drunk."
Leng Bing said.
"It's okay, just drink less." Zhao Gangjun said.
"But I've never been drunk so far." Leng Bing said again.
"Hahaha, let's compare, who can drink better!"
Not long after, the sound of wine bottles clinking against wine bottles was heard.
When Renault An Sizhao and others returned to the base, there were rows of beer bottles on the floor of the base hall.
Zhao Gangjun was lying on the sofa, his face flushed, and he looked like he was drunk, while Leng Bing was still sitting in his seat, reading a book.
"This is..." Renault looked at Leng Bing in surprise.
"He wanted to get drunk, so I made him drunk."
Leng Bing said.
Renault was a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions, and instead moved a hundred wine bottles on the ground.
Zhao Gangjun was lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly. The sound of moving things next to him did not affect him at all.
Zhao Gangjun rarely slept so deeply.
As a professional hunter, Zhao Gangjun has not slept like this for a long, long time.
Every day, Zhao Gangjun maintains a certain degree of vigilance, even when sleeping.
When I woke up, the moon was already above the willow branches.
Zhao Gangjun sat up and exhaled a long breath.
It's great to be able to breathe and still be alive.
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