After the old duck dies, he is willing to go to 18 levels of hell."

"How many years have we known each other?"

I thought about it and said, "We must have met in 1968, right? I was only in my 30s at that time, so it must have been 37 years."

"It's been 37 years."

"But how did it feel? It passed in the blink of an eye."

"Old man, how about another one?"

Nodding, he handed Mr. Li a cigarette and took out a lighter to light it for him.

Mr. Li hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the wind.

"call."

Mr. Li bit his cigarette and looked up at the roof. After looking at it for a long time, the smoke just kept coming out.

He took a final puff, put out the cigarette butt, and left with the plastic bag.

Mr. Li has made up his mind.

That night he changed his clothes and shaved his face. Even if he could not come back, he would surely be destroyed.
Chapter completed!