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Speaking of it, that blacksmith is truly extraordinary. He was originally a failed businessman, and when his career suffered, his wife also left him. His only daughter disappeared in subsequent turmoil, and under the weight of these multiple blows, he fell seriously ill. As the beneficiary of a large medical insurance policy, he decisively wrote down the name of his first love. Perhaps he was not yet ready to die, or for some other reason. His failing body parts were replaced by machinery time and time again, and he became the blacksmith of the small town. Until one day, the insurance company found him again, and the insurance he had purchased took effect.
"You should give this money to the beneficiary."
"We couldn't reach the other party. According to the provided address, when we visited, there was no one living there anymore, and it looked abandoned for a long time. So we had to return to the policyholder based on the address. Are you a family member of the policyholder?"
The things remain, but the people change, bodies replaced time and time again. Not just by the insurance company, gazing at the water's surface, even my own face Ironman is almost forgotten. He didn't say anything, just waved his hand to dismiss the insurance company, but they insisted, leaving behind the policy, Ironman used it to start the fire that night.
In the morning, waking up, feeling like in a hotel
A large beam
Every time I wake up, I feel like a machine. The scene in front of me loads slowly, only the tap running over my hand.
I always find it hard to forget the mistakes of the past, hunger corroding me. Too much food passing before my eyes, licking a bit on my fingers, cream, some other sauce, ice cream too hard. Ladies in high-end attire holding wine glass laughing, gentlemen overwhelmed. Outside the window, there are constantly shadows scraping against the window, all homeless people. My throat feels like it's stuck with a piece of chewed-up compressed biscuit, constantly making me salivate. The air is filled with the inexplicable scent of expensive perfume. The head chef comes out, like a large cat, a warm smile on his round face, the younger people more sociable, the older men and women calmly enjoying their food, nodding to the younger visitors.
Can their almost degenerated taste buds handle these stimuli? The sizzling steak in front of me, oozing with oil, doesn't arouse any appetite. I enjoy this feeling of hunger too much, like heavy breaths escaping from my nose. It's as if I can hear the sound of Ironman's hammer, him, and his iron hammer. Actually, wood is a very delicious food, as long as you're tough, it becomes soft, like a soft and sticky cake. On the old street, a group of young people are rescuing a fat cat that choked on food, they are vigorously patting its back, it's really funny. The animal upstairs is playing with an electric drill, on and off. I really want to drill his head with that drill bit. I'll make a bowl of strange noodles, with enough sentencing sauce.
I will remember these, this taste.
And the sound of hammering when I can't sleep.
I still carry Yao's diary, with the photos of Yi tucked inside. I...
Go to hell, all of you. I'm too full to think. Maybe we've all overlooked something, that companionship has nothing to do with time. But what I've shown to the one I love the most is my most flawed self. You think you've figured it all out, believing you've seen the real world. Those who chase after the truth also chase after the shadow of lies. And at the same time, I am my own enemy.
I love you. Goodbye.
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