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At the end of the winter in 2064, the fat man stood by the fence of the horse farm in Sals Manor, basking in the sun, watching Wagstaff, the war god of war under his command, using his ever-improving Qianjundao mecha on a distant hillside. Techniques, to conquer the members of the first family, the largest superpower in the universe.
Everyone stood there dazzled, with unconcealable fascination, shock, excitement and excitement on their faces.
This is the case with Leichter and Carly beside him. This is the case for the second-generation members of the family next to the small round tea seats covered with Beethoven's luxurious tablecloths on the grassy hillside beside the racecourse, and the same is true for the third-generation members such as Adolf who are farther away.
A few years ago, the life of the fat man had no intersection with these people at all.
It's like an otter, who used to live a life of diving to catch oysters every day, and then floated on the water with his companions while happily smashing stones on the oysters, but suddenly on a sunny day, He ran headlong into the territory of a lion he had never dreamed of approaching.
It is not easy for a lion to accept itself. There is a natural gap between two animals that are completely different from each other.
The otter walked into the pride of lions and smashed a way out with stones! As a rock can hit an oyster, it can also hit a lion. As long as it is a body of flesh and blood, it is inevitable that there will be bloodshed under the stone.
To the outside world, the members of the Hastings family are mysterious and aloof. Their identities always shroud them in an impenetrable halo, like the gods on Mount Olympus, and people can only spy on their lives with imagination.
However, they are human after all. If you drink too much, you will vomit, and if you are beaten, you will feel pain. When they saw Wagstaff almost blowing up the entire hillside, they would also stand up in horror, staring intently and shaking.
Fatty suddenly remembered the afternoon many years ago.
At that time, I was still an unremarkable fat man in the eyes of my classmates, with white flesh, wearing the cheapest T-shirt and jeans, and walking into school sweating every hot afternoon.
At that time, time can be wasted carelessly.
Or peep down on the corridor to peep at the white bulging chest of the girl's collar, or brag to classmates, or sleep on the desk with silly saliva, and the teacher is spitting on the podium.
Or, just buy a mecha magazine, blowing snot bubbles and fantasizing that one day I will become a mecha warrior that countless people admire and look forward to, and accept the cheers and admiration of countless beautiful girls.
These or later, are always accompanied by the distress of how to escape the bullying of the school. I used to be ruthless again and again, wanting to knock down those who beat me one by one, and fighting a beautiful turnaround in front of the whole world, but every time, it was always at the moment when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Grab your schoolbag and escape from school.
The ideals, fantasies, and even impulses of childhood will always go away unknowingly with the reality. At the corner of every life journey, they will disappear or even be forgotten.
War changed the world and changed oneself.
In order to survive, I desperately stuffed things into my brain, desperately punched and kicked in the gravity cabin, desperately ran on the battlefield, panted, fought desperately, desperately desperately!
Life is like walking into a road that has never been imagined, let alone seen, and every step is full of thorns. I can't see the future, and I can't find the way back. I walked all the way with the mountains and rivers, and I stood here.
Before I knew it, I was no longer the fat man who always spit on people's backs, yelled wildly and ran away desperately. Unknowingly, many people have been by my side, and there are also many people who have quietly left after accompanying me through the road that I will never forget!
When the otter smashed a way through the lions with stones, the backs of those charging were still clear, those high heads were still smiling, those passionate words were still echoing in the starry sky, and those alive were still persisting , those who passed away are still immortal.
Life is by my side all the time, so familiar, but when I look back, I find that she has already changed beyond recognition.
When I was in Milok, what I shouldered was only the responsibility for my own life and that of Midonia.
And now, standing in Sals Manor, when Hastings is getting old, what I need to shoulder is the responsibility of the entire Fimeng.
Does this fucking count as an ignorant pretense?
Wagstaff's performance is still going on. Although there is no one in front ofThe identity of the son who opened fire wantonly.
"You think?" Margaret was so transparent, she understood what the fat man meant in a second, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. .
"It's rare to come back, you can contact me," the fat man carefully recalled the information about the old families of Fei Yang given by Hastings, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "You don't need to wait for your grandfather to arrange for young people to meet each other."
"I'm going to make a call!" Margaret pulled An Lei and ran to the small building quickly.
A palm fell heavily on the fat man's shoulder.
Leicht looked at Margaret, who was excited like a little devil waving a fork, and sighed, "I thought that having a little devil in the Hastings family was scary enough. Unexpectedly, you are even more ruthless."
The fat man scratched his cheeks with his fingers, and said with a puzzled look: "I just want to meet a few more friends, just to have a drink along the way. Aren't you going with me?"
"Of course I'm going!" Leichter exclaimed.
"That's fine!" The fat man turned and walked towards Old Fari and Haig who walked out of the small building: "Remember to call Adolf, I don't hold grudges!"
Leicht looked at the back of the fat man, and suddenly shivered violently.
"Brother Leicht," Carlyle said in confusion, "what does he mean? Don't we often hold such parties?"
"Have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?" Leicht rubbed Carlyle's hair, looked at the back of the fat man, and said with a smile: "You know, there are too many people in Fei Yang now. He has too much curiosity. He and Margaret will kill many people!"
"Why?" Carly asked first.
"When you curiously lifted a person's cloak, only to find that this person is a devil with countless temptations, do you still have a choice?" Lecht lit a cigarette, leaned against the fence, and said leisurely: "At least I don't have a choice. Your sister Diana, Tony, brother Isaac and Uncle Garfield don't have a choice either."
"Sister Diana! What are they doing now?" Carly called out.
Leichter exhaled a smoke ring, squinted his eyes, and said calmly.
"They are helping this fat man to kill!"
I don¡¯t know if someone will scold me for writing this chapter. After the novel is written, the rhythm will slow down, which cannot be changed. Too many plot characters, a little faster, will become thin. And now, I really need this inner monologue of the fat man.
This allows me to match his heart and enter the next important plot
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