Zhang Weimin still held the gun, while Fatty Dai stood next to him, but his hands were empty.
All of us stood far away, at least far away where we couldn’t see the two figures clearly or hear their words.
"Give me a cigarette."
Fatty Dai dug into his trouser pocket, then pulled Zhang Weimin with his hand and said casually.
"Wow."
Zhang Weimin took out a cigarette and handed it to Fatty Dai, but he had a gun in his hand, so he could only hand it over with one hand.
"Snapped."
Fatty Dai watched his movements, paused slightly, then lit two lighters at the same time, took one in his mouth, and stuffed the other into Zhang Weimin's lips.
Two middle-aged men in their fifties stood on the hill, puffing away their smoke and remaining silent for a long time.
"What would you do if Xiangnan didn't come?"
Zhang Weimin lowered his head and asked.
"If I die, you must die too."
Fatty Dai thought for a moment and replied truthfully.
"Haha, you still have someone."
Zhang Weimin grinned, turned around and asked.
"I left my phone at the entrance."
Fatty Dai nodded and admitted.
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Zhang Weimin was speechless for a while when he heard this, then he took a deep puff of cigarette and said in a hoarse voice: "Fat man, after all these years, from your point of view, I have done something wrong."
"Except for killing Wei Ran, everything is right."
After Fatty Dai recalled it carefully, he still looked into the distance and replied softly.
"I regret it too."
When Zhang Weimin heard Fatty Dai's words, his lips wriggled, and the fingers holding the cigarette were placed on his lips, trembling slightly, and his eyes were dry, so he kept blinking.
Fatty Dai turned his head and glanced at Zhang Weimin, lowered his head and continued to smoke without answering.
"From the moment I helped "him" and killed Wu Honggang, I actually realized that I was going to be finished. He couldn't tolerate Wu Honggang, and he couldn't tolerate it either. I know that, so you and Xiang He is trying to harass me, and he will not help me until I die."
Zhang Weimin sighed and smoked a cigarette.
"You shouldn't be so close to him."
Fatty Dai slowly interjected.
"Haha, if I didn't get so close to him, you would have killed me long ago."
Zhang Weimin immediately shook his head and smiled, looked at Fatty Dai and asked.
"Right."
Fatty Dai thought for a moment and nodded without denying.
"You know, who do I envy the most?"
Zhang Weimin suddenly asked Fatty Dai.
"Lao Xiang."
Fatty Dai raised his head and asked.
"Yes, I envy Lao Xiang the most, and I admire him in my heart. He is the only person I have ever met who can stop fucking if he says he wants to. We drive a Mercedes-Benz and a Land Rover and engage in real estate. , working in the entertainment industry, making a lot of money, but he didn't seem to notice. He cheated his son's salary for whoring and prostitution, and played mahjong a day. He seemed more decadent than anyone else, but he lived better than anyone else. Everybody understands.”
Zhang Weimin said slowly.
"In terms of people's choices, I am not as good as Fatty Dai."
Lao Dai sighed and nodded in agreement.
The two chatted, and the cigarette seemed to be very slow, but it was burned out in just a few words of conversation.
"Uh-huh."
Zhang Weimin threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out, then looked up to the sky, curled his lips and asked: "You know I have a gun, why did you come here by yourself?"
"They are all dead. The person who survives in the end may not be lucky."
Fatty Dai lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.
"You can't fucking become a monk."
Zhang Weimin looked sideways at Fatty Dai and suddenly asked with a smile.
"Haha, fuck, no temple would want me like this." Fatty Dai also laughed, then shook his head, sighed and said, "My sins are serious, I'd better stay away from the Buddha."
"Ha ha."
Zhang Weimin smiled, pointed at Fatty Dai and said, "Then I'll leave."
"Well, there's nothing more to say." Fatty Dai nodded.
"I have been investing in a fund, which is clean."
Zhang Weimin looked at Fatty Dai, pursed his lips and added.
"I'll finish him off."
Fatty Dai paused briefly, looked at him and nodded.
"Okay, don't let anyone force you to jump off the cliff again."
Zhang Weimin's mouth twitched and he said calmly.
"After you die, there will be no more Fatty Dai in the world."
Five seconds later.
Beside the pit.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak,"
The trigger was slowly pulled, Zhang Weimin looked at Fatty Dai and closed his eyes for an instant.
"Kang,."
A gunshot pierced the night sky.
"Whoosh."
The body fell from the ravine. Fatty Dai looked at the dark bottom of the pit, his body motionless.
The former Afro, the former Brother Min, died in a deserted ravine after the gunshot. His body floated along the current, seemingly without end.
This middle-aged man who once caused us countless troubles is now dead, but I don't seem to have the pleasure that can make my pores open, let alone the pleasure of getting revenge.
I am very conflicted about Zhang Weimin, because as Hu Ke said, when Zhang Weimin's gang went from being extremely glorious to gradually declining, we can eat him long before the battle with Zhang Alum.
But I still found many reasons not to do that.
If Fatty Dai is my enlightenment mentor, then Zhang Weimin is my former spiritual counselor.
From the moment I stepped into the ocean, he and I had many stories. Later, many of my ways of dealing with people were deeply influenced by him. However, due to various reasons, our relationship gradually became indifferent. At first, The feeling has disappeared in the inexplicable battles one after another.
Now that he is dead, there is no point in exploring right and wrong.
I only know that when I get older, when I reach forty or fifty, or when I am on the verge of death, the middle-aged man in his forties with a head full of instant noodles may flash in my mind. .
Maybe, when I see him again at that time, what I will think of will no longer be how much trouble he has caused us and how many gun and bloody battles he has had with us, but about his good side, which is that he talked to me about it. Talking, drinking wine, bragging, drunkenly discussing life, discussing someone in the world
No matter what, we are grateful to the afro for the stories left behind. When people are gone, there must be something worth remembering.
That night.
Tong Bandit, Hu Ke, Da Pen, and the old squad leader crossed the river again, entered the country from Russia, and then disappeared.
Three days later.
In H City, everyone reunited.
Fatty Dai and I were sitting opposite each other at home.
"Brother, please stay."
I looked at Fatty Dai, pondered for a moment and said.
"I'm tired and want to find a quiet place to retire."
Fatty Dai dragged his chin and shook his head.
"Stay for a while and let's talk again, okay."
I asked after deliberation.
"No, I want to leave right away. I don't want to stay any longer, especially I don't want to see the golden ocean."