Hi everyone, I'm Little Aunt. Today I bring you a very niche narrative game - ADIOS.
Adios, the Spanish goodbye, also has the meaning of post-meeting.
As the name suggests, this game tells the last day of a middle-aged man saying goodbye to the world from a plain perspective.
Today I will narrate in another way, after reading this article, let's walk into the last day of the protagonist together.
One morning, the farmer pulled out his schedule, which was exceptionally simple today, with the phrase "Tell him I'm gone."
The honking of the car breaks the tranquility, and another protagonist on the schedule quickly walks up to the farmer.
The van was filled with pink pieces of meat, the same as in the past decade.
After the farmer finished what he wanted to say, the man on the other side was obviously a little surprised.
"Have you already decided? Do you know what this means? ”
At least in the eyes of men, the farmer has been working diligently for more than a decade, and this job can bring good salaries, and he has no reason to quit.
"Yes, I decided, it's time."
......
"Okay."
The two men expertly threw the remaining pieces of meat from the carriage into the pigsty, which are omnivores and will eat whatever food you throw at them, including meat.
"Would you like to have some breakfast together?"
The farmer suggested, and the man agreed, he rarely took breaks during working hours, but today an exception could be made.
"Do you remember why you joined in the first place?"
"Of course, my son was seriously ill and I urgently needed a sum of money, but the salary at that time was obviously not enough."
"So we made a deal."
"Yes."
After breakfast, the man decided to be the farmer's assistant again, they shoveled sheep dung, milked the goat's milk, and even threw horseshoes together for a while, chatting like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, obviously people who would meet every day, but it seemed that they met again today.
When the man left, he asked again unwillingly, "Have you really decided?" ”
The farmer's answer remained the same.
"Then I'll come back later, I hope you'd better prepare."
The man drove away.
The farmer looked around his farm and was left alone.
More than ten years have passed, and he has always been alone.
He fished for a while, visited his dog buried under the tree, and then went to feed the horses.
"Now, you can go wherever you want", he opened the door of the stable, not knowing to whom the phrase was addressed.
Back home, he hesitantly dialed his son's phone, which they hadn't spoken to in a long time, since his wife's death.
The son didn't even have the patience to listen to him finish a whole sentence and began to question why his mother, who was suffering from Alzheimer's, was sent to the hospital in the first place.
"You care more about the horses, fish, dogs, and pigs on your farm than your mother!"
The farmer was entangled for a long time, his tone was humble, he still did not tell his son the truth, just let him remember to go home to get the packed luggage.
"Say it again," the son hung up.
The house fell silent again, his son's words drifting back and forth in the silent room, his loneliness deafening, but no one could hear him.
He cooked a simple dinner for himself, then sat at the table, quietly waiting for the man to arrive.
A day that was no different from the past ended with a gunshot.
The man carried the pink piece of meat and expertly threw it into the pigsty.
——《Adios》——