"Darkness is coming." Li Fugui looked at Yang Xiaoshu and said word by word.
Yang Xiaoshu swallowed his saliva, looked at the serious face of Li Fugui, scratched his head and said with a smile: "It's really fake, Brother Li, why didn't I see that you are so good at telling jokes before, and what you say is as true as the truth."
When Li Fugui saw this, he didn't explain much. He just picked up a bun and put it in his mouth, eating it slowly.
Seeing that Li Fugui was silent, Yang Xiaoshu wondered if he had gone too far. When he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Li Fugui.
"Let's eat first."
Yang Xiaoshu scratched his head and lowered his head to concentrate on finishing his breakfast.
I don't know what happened, but Li Fugui didn't eat anything all night but he wasn't hungry at all. He only ate three steamed buns and then lost his appetite.
When he was about to take out the cigarette he just bought from his waist, Li Fugui glanced at Yang Xiaoshu who was eating hard, and silently put the cigarette back.
Without the cigarette to smoke, Li Fugui suddenly had nothing to do and was idle for the first time in a long time.
When you turn on your phone, all kinds of hot news news fills the entire screen, most of which are trivial and trivial things about certain celebrities.
For example, a certain celebrity wore clothes that he had never worn before, which restaurant the celebrity drank from, and the suspected boyfriend and girlfriend of a certain celebrity showed up.
The media seems to be very happy with this kind of thing. Perhaps the general reason is this era of entertainment to death and those fans who have nothing to do.
Li Fugui doesn't care about those stars. When darkness comes, those actors are just ants, and it doesn't matter to him whether they die or not.
Li Fugui turned on his phone just to check the time and confirm that his plan would not be affected.
Today is the 13th, and the day after tomorrow will be the day of the Divided Era, and darkness is imminent.
"Brother Li, why don't you eat?" Yang Xiaoshu asked inarticulately, biting half of the bun in his mouth.
"I'm not hungry, I can't eat anymore." Li Fugui replied, putting the phone back into his pocket.
"You don't really believe those Internet rumors, do you? Do you believe that the end of the world will come?" Yang Xiaoshu looked back at the box on the jack, his eyes full of doubts.
Li Fugui did not answer Yang Xiaoshu's question and asked: "You talk so much, are you full?"
Yang Xiaoshu looked at the two remaining buns on the table and touched his stomach: "I should be full."
"Come to work when you're full." Li Fugui stood up and shouted, "Boss, pay the bill."
Yang Xiaoshu looked at the two remaining buns on the table, smashed them in his mouth twice, and decided to keep them in his hands.
"Brother Li, where are you going?"
"Go to my house."
"But didn't you withdraw the basement?"
"Nonsense, of course it's my new rented place."
Yang Xiaoshu said oh, and when he was about to pull up the jack, he suddenly thought of a question.
"I don't know where your home is, shouldn't you lead the way?"
"You talk a lot of nonsense, I'll show you the way and you just pull me there!" Li Fugui cursed loudly.
"Okay then, where do we go from here?"
"Of course we go straight!"
While cursing, the two finally arrived downstairs at Li Fugui's house after going through all kinds of hardships.
After placing the last box of compressed biscuits in the room, Yang Xiaoshu panted and spread his butt on the ground and cursed.
"Oh, let me go, I'm so exhausted!" Yang Xiaoshu fanned himself desperately, turned around and asked Li Fugui, who was also lying on the ground, "I didn't tell you, why don't you even have air conditioning in this house? Have you been tricked by the landlord?"
"I forgot." Li Fugui also gasped and replied from the side.
Yang Xiaoshu sighed deeply and closed his eyes silently.
In Yang Xiaoshu's eyes, Li Fugui must have been tricked again, but as a grown man, he didn't want to lose face, so he didn't want to say that.
After all, it’s impossible for anyone to forget about air conditioning, right? This is something everyone knows!
However, this is exactly what happened. Li Fugui had forgotten about air conditioning a long time ago, so he didn't consider it at all when renting a house. He only took the space and price into consideration.
For Li Fugui, who has been struggling in the darkness for so many years, air conditioning is a word that only belongs to the sunny era. It has been so long that his memory has long been blurred.
Even though the current temperature is a full 30 degrees, once darkness arrives, the temperature will plummet to single digits or even below zero in an instant.
In the dark, there is no electricity, no resources, even air conditioning cannot be used.
Under this situation, the effect of air conditioning is not even as high as a few tattered quilts.
"By the way, Xiao Yang, this is for you." Li Fugui straightened up, took out the pistol from his waist, removed the magazine and threw the gun and the gun to Yang Xiaoshu.
Yang Xiaoshu only vaguely heard Li Fugui calling him. When he stood up and wanted to ask, he was hit in the face by the gun thrown by Li Fugui.
"You..." Yang Xiaoshu bared his teeth and was about to curse. However, after seeing clearly what Li Fugui threw, his face turned pale with fright and he swallowed back the rest of his words.
"Brother Li Li Li Li? Are you angry... gun?" Yang Xiaoshu stammered, feeling his heart beating fast.
In Yang Xiaoshu's memory, Li Fugui had never been a soldier or even had any relevant connections.
If you can get a gun without military connections, there is only one possibility...
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoshu trembled violently.
Li Fugui glanced at Yang Xiaoshu and said calmly: "Xiao Yang, can you trust me?"
Yang Xiaoshu scratched his head desperately, looked at the gun in his hand, and then at Li Fugui, who looked indifferent. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said:
"Brother Li, I believe you..."
Li Fugui looked into Yang Xiaoshu's eyes and said word by word:
"I bought this gun from a gun dealer. It may have been exposed or may be investigated, but I can assure you that you don't have to worry about any of this."
"On the 15th, it may be one day before or after, but I can tell you responsibly that darkness is coming."
"I know you won't believe it, because this may be too crazy for you, and you won't accept it and I don't expect you to accept it. But from that day on, the whole world will change forever."
"Xiao Yang, things are going to change!"
After saying all this, Li Fugui breathed a sigh of relief.
As Yang Xiaoshu listened to Li Fugui saying one thing after another, he felt as if his whole brain was short-circuited and he could only perform simple tasks mechanically.
For a long time, Yang Xiaoshu felt the blood slowly flowing back into his brain, and his consciousness slowly regained control of his body.
"I...I want to go home." Yang Xiaoshu murmured in a daze, slowly got up, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground, making a sound.
Li Fugui picked up the pistol on the ground and stuffed it into Yang Xiaoshu's pocket.
Yang Xiaoshu's reaction was within Li Fugui's expectation. Li Fugui knew Yang Xiaoshu too well. In other words, Yang Xiaoshu was too naive.
He has no thoughts and no city. He is as innocent as a child. When something happens, his first reaction is to look for his parents.
This is a good era, and it is also a bad era.
"Be safe on the road and take care of yourself." Li Fugui patted Yang Xiaoshu on the shoulder.
Yang Xiaoshu glanced at Li Fugui, his eyes revealing longing, eager for Li Fugui to tell him that everything he just said was false, was a lie to him, and was just a joke.
However, Li Fugui didn't speak, and just looked at Yang Xiaoshu quietly.
Looking at Yang Xiaoshu's stumbling back, Li Fugui took out the cigarette and lit it.
Li Fugui didn't know what was wrong with him. If it were his previous self, he would definitely grab Yang Xiaoshu and talk to him.
But he no longer cares about others so much, even those he trusts.
Li Fugui did not want Yang Xiaoshu to die, but at the same time, Li Fugui felt that Yang Xiaoshu's life and death had nothing to do with him.
Li Fugui seemed to feel that he was very pathetic, that kind of indescribable sadness, vague but not noticeable.
Exhaling the smoke, Li Fugui closed the heavy iron door again.
Planning, never stop for a moment.
