At that moment, the father knew what he should do

"There is only one thing left!"
The father muttered to himself and looked at the door.
Menmei
He can clearly see Goethe at the door.
Similarly, Goethe could see Jockyiner sitting on the sofa with white hair and a wrinkled face.
The next time we met, the other party was a middle-aged man with good health, although sloppy.
And now?
Is a pair of lines will be like wood.
"I wanted to see you in a better state."
"But now the body …"
"It’s too hard to do that."
Jockey Yiner gave a wry smile and invited Goethe to come and sit down.
There is a bottle of wine and two glasses in front of the father.
Trembling Jockyiner poured wine with Goethe himself.
Most of the wine was spilled during the whole process.
But neither Goethe nor Jockyiner has any intention.
"Sorry"
Jockyiner said, and raised his glass to prevent the wine from spilling more. The whole person leaned forward and let his mouth gather together, but even so, the wine could not stop dripping on the floor.
"Cough, cough"
Drinking hard liquor, the father coughed violently.
Then there is a big mouth and a big breath.
It’s like a broken blower
It took more than ten seconds to stop.
An unnatural blush appeared on the father’s face. He picked it up and put it beside Goethe long ago.
"This is the guy who took the initiative to find me and gave me bait."
"And the guy you killed, the way he got his strength-although I hate to say it, that guy is really like a fool."
"But you should be careful with the guy behind him."
"That guy is very cautious. I’ve never seen his real face. His voice should be a man, but he doesn’t rule out camouflage, but one thing I’m sure is that he tests you to find your weakness."
The father spoke very quickly.
Say that finish hand supporting the sofa armrest.
"It’s really troublesome for you."
"This and just news is compensation."
"And I promised you before, including this room is compensation."
The father walked behind the sofa as he spoke.
There is a coffin there.
With a coffin of little Kyinyl.
The father reached out and touched the coffin, took a deep breath and turned his head to show Goethe a smile.
"thank you"
After the words of thanks, the father’s face quickly turned gray.
His body slowly fell to his knees, so he lay quietly on the coffin and gradually lost his breath.
Tiny vines spread from the father’s body like cicadas, wrapped the father and the coffin, and then slipped straight to the hole that had been dug long ago.
Mud surge
Ground microseisms
After ten seconds, everything returned to normal.
Goethe sat there in the swinging room.
He looked at the glass in front of him.