Fifteen years later. On a small island in a certain tourist area in Thailand, there is such a group of people who come to travel. They are all over forty, their bodies are slightly stooped, their temples are turning gray, they all have children, they are all old. "What kind of fun are they playing?" I wore a big vest, shorts, a straw hat, and a handkerchief around my neck. I stood in front of the barbecue grill on the beach, sweating while grilling and holding a cigarette. , pointing to a man and a woman in the shoal in the distance, with rocket-like things tied to their feet, leaping three or four meters from the sea water, and asked in shock to Fanfan, who was already about the same height as me. ¡°Can you do it, Brother Meng, do you dare to pretend to be knowledgeable in front of me.¡± Fanfan drank the watermelon juice and said with a sideways glance at me. ¡°My greatest advantage is that I just ask when I don¡¯t understand.¡± I coughed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Tsk." Fanfan curled his lips. "Why don't you go play with Xiaoxian." I asked casually. "I have to write a report later, so I'm not as free as him." Fanfan said in a very "mature" way, like a 16.7-year-old child, like a little adult. "Do you like Tongtong?" I asked pretending to be casual. "I don't like it. The legs are too thin. I like them plumper." Fanfan simply shook his head. "Well, that's up to me." I nodded solemnly. "What are you two talking about?" Hong Xin came over wearing a swimsuit and her hair was wet. Over ten years later, except for a few unavoidable wrinkles, she did not look older and was still as beautiful as ever. I asked her Why don't you age? She said that I have been the most worry-free in the fifteen years you have been here. How can you grow old? I am speechless. "That's bullshit." I glanced at her sideways, kicked Fanfan and said, "Go, those are baked, you can take them over." "No." "I just agreed." I was a little bit urgent. "Look, it's still bleeding." "Are you annoyed? Can you imitate your father's and my eyesight?" I said angrily. "Tch, how old are we, and we are still tired of being together." Fanfan curled his lips and said, turned around and left. "Ahem." I coughed twice, looked at Xinxin sideways again, and said to her: "It's a little cool to wear." "It's very revealing, why don't I feel that way?" Hong Xin wore sunglasses, took a sip of watermelon juice, glanced down at herself, and asked nonchalantly. "Well, people really get more and more dissolute as they get older." I sighed, feeling powerless in my heart. "Come on, let me hear how petty you are." Hong Xin pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her arms to hug my waist, and buried her head in my chest. I hugged her with a smile. While grilling and looking at the blue beach in the distance, I suddenly felt emotional. This nearly twenty years of waiting for love seems not to have come so late. "What have you been busy with recently?" Dakang, wearing sunglasses, led his wife and children, turned to Chenchen and Wang Mumu and asked. "When I look around the northwest, there seems to be evil spirits permeating the air. In the second half of the year, I plan to invite two nuns to go there to have a look. If the negotiation cannot resolve it, I will go to Zizhen Temple and ask my master to come out." Wang Mumu kept playing with his left hand. A Buddhist bead, he talks in a eloquent way. He used to be in the early stages of mental illness, but now he is terminally ill. The doctors of the earth obviously can no longer cure him. "Then what are you doing?" Dakang couldn't talk to Wang Mumu at all, so how could the two of them talk to each other. "Let's clean up the mess left by my father's company." Chenchen said a little angry. "Can you go there?" Dakang asked. "If you need money, just say something." Wang Mumu interjected. "Master, haven't you seen through the world of mortals? Damn it, why do you still stink of copper?" Dakang asked Wang Mumu in a state of collapse. "You know nothing. These days, if you don't have enough money, how can you see through the world of mortals? Will my sister-in-law pay any attention to you?" Wang Mumu's words in ridicule often reveal infinite truth. He is a philosopher and must be a philosopher. "Pfft." A middle-aged man, still slender, jumped out of the water, bared his teeth and said to Wang Mumu: "You are always so charming, don't you think? I like that you don't understand anything, but He pretended to understand. ""Chicken mother, where is my wife? Can you speak in a different way?" Wang Mumu can do it to anyone, except Jichangzi, who has been passionate about him for the past 20 years. He can do it. No. "No." Jichangzi's beautiful eyes rippled again. "I can't bear it." Chenchen turned around andWalk. "Disgusting, so disgusting." Dakang cursed and led his wife and children away. In the distance, the older generation was gathering around a table. "Xu Zi, what are you doing out here?" The pockmarked man in his fifties, except for the many wrinkles on his face, which is densely packed with knots, does not look aged at all. "Haha, let's hang out with Master Meng." Brother Xu smiled and pointed at Li Meng. "You can throw it away. I can't make it anymore. I won't be able to spend all the money on my great-grandchildren. It's good to be honest and provide for us in old age." Li Meng replied casually. "Then we have to do something, it's a bit fucking uncomfortable to stay here." Gao Dong is already almost 200 pounds fat. At this time, let alone asking him to shoot with a cannon, he is just holding a milk bottle and shaking it. "No, how about the entire investment company, with Xuzi as the boss and all our money thrown at you." Lao San suggested. "I think it will work." Fu Xin agreed. "Okay, you go ahead, I'll support you, it's not easy to operate in China, I'll use a shell from Africa, and you can operate." Leilei, who had been teasing his youngest son, interjected while lying on a wicker chair. "Fuck, if you don't speak, I still can't remember. Why do you call your son "Ye Yu"? Zhang Meng broke his shoes behind your back, haha" Li Meng asked sarcastically. "Don't talk nonsense. Brother Ye has never had a son. As people get older, they have more things to do. I have to let Xiaoyu be his son. What the hell can I do." Leilei said angrily, "Sister Tong, this is the ten thousandth time. I confessed to you, can you accept me?" Wang Xiaoxian was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a dirty morning glory in his hand, looking at his father lying on the wicker chair, wearing a very hot triangle. Yang Tongtong, who was wearing a swimsuit and had long, snow-white legs, was flipping through a book and asked with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Xian'er, we are not suitable for each other." Tongtong said casually while flipping through the book. "For what?" This is the ten thousandth time Wang Xiaoxian has confessed his love in the past two years, and the ten thousandth time he has been rejected. His little heart, which was already broken at the age of 15, has long been unable to be glued together. "We're so familiar." "Then I'll go to Korea for a facelift." "I'm talking about the familiar feeling, not your face. Do you understand?" "But I love you." "Can you? Isn¡¯t it so disgusting?¡± ¡°I just love you.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t love me, but I love you too.¡± Wang Xiaoxian¡¯s eyes are still hot. ¡°.¡± Tongtong rolled her eyes and simply ignored him. "Are you attracted to Zhang Shuaishuai next door?" "Brother, Zhang Shuaishuai is African." "You would rather like an African with body odor in his armpits than me in Yushu Lingfeng." Wang Xiaoxian was very sad and angry and wanted to die. "I didn't say I liked him. It's impossible for us to be together. Can you stop being ink?" After saying that, Tongtong ran away. Wang Xiaoxian calmly patted the sand on his body, looked up at the sea and sky in the distance, and after planning for a long time, he recited a poem: "My heart is like fire, but it is wrapped in ice. I miss you a little, sigh at the heartless falling flowers, and melancholy." Sad, sigh sigh, "This is so fucking sad and angry,,,. "My father is a philosopher, how can my son be an illiterate who doesn't understand anything?" ?Obviously not. "Son, it's time to eat." Wang Mumu came over with bare feet and shouted. "Don't pay attention to me, I need to be quiet." Wang Xiaoxian still looked sad. "What happened again?" Wang Mumu asked in confusion. "My heart has been wrapped in ice and will never melt for thousands of years. How can I eat?" Wang Xiaoxian asked melancholy. "Fuck, that's still a problem. If it doesn't melt, you just smash it and it's over. I'm so worried about this. Let's go and eat." Wang Mumu curled his lips and said, dragging Xiaoxian and leaving. Wang Xiaoxian was stunned and shocked. When a table of people sat down, Hong Xin and I pushed out Brother Hei, who was already unconscious, and sat in the middle. No one could have imagined that people at this table would one day be able to sit together and eat together. "Here, has Weiwei made some incense?" I turned to look at Mumu and asked. "Well, it's finished." Wang Mumu paused, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head and said. ¡°Let¡¯s have a dinner.¡± I greeted. "You guys raise your glasses and I'll take a picture for you," Fanfan scratched his head and said. "Okay, let's put together a picture." "Here, I'll pose." Everyone is very excited. This is the first time we have gathered together in 15 years.Almost everyone is here except Lord Wei, who didn't come. Everyone stood up with their arms around their children and wives. "Smile," Fanfan shouted. "Hehe." The unconscious Brother Hei was the first to laugh. "Click." The picture freezes, and the beautiful scene remains in this moment. The whole book is finished.