I turned on the computer boredly and played the game for a while. The characters in the game were almost reincarnated. In reality, I was probably not far from reincarnation. However, I didn’t feel particularly scared, just a faint sorrow. Just like my previous thoughts, why did I live? After entering the organization, I found my goal. However, when I really lost a lot, I doubted whether the decision I made was correct. No matter what, it was like this.

After doing some activities bored, a woman quarreled desperately in the gang inside. There was also a woman who was very popular in the game world to compete for marriage and marriage. The world was very chaotic, smoky, and howling. It was not a man's courage to attract the attention of the woman. As for? Games were originally a different kind of life experience. Many people in real society were extremely ugly, hypocritical, and suddenly charming, passionate, vulgar and shameless in the game. It was normal to tell female players about the anus, and how much it cost. I remember when I played the first time, I asked the female fairy when I played together, and when I was playing together, I asked her if she was a lady, she was beautiful or not, and if she had done anything. Maybe this is the inner reflection of a person who really saw a beautiful woman in daily interactions.

The game is an excellent mask. In real life, how many people wear masks? I am, and many people are. It is not for self-defense or to be cool, but just to taste some things by yourself.

The characters in the game are also starting to be poor. They can't afford to buy cards, equipment, and babies can't afford it. Even the games seem to be mocking me: Man, why are you still alive? I guess you won't have the chance to play games in the future. I don't even have the chance to chat with my friends online. I don't like to chat much, but when I'm about to lose it, it's so urgent. Even the so-called enemies in the past can be broken. But now at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, it's really not there, and it's dark, as if everyone is saying to me: Go to bed, just fall asleep like this.

The night was beautiful tonight, and the moonlight even poured on my face. It was white. At this time, I usually play with my younger brother at home. The life without sustenance now seems so rare and valuable. Are they all okay? My brothers and sisters, my parents and relatives.

Turn off the computer. A series of pictures appear in my mind, with my sorrow, my joy, my pride, my secret illness, my everything. Only what is missing is the future.

What will the future be like? I hope there will be God. Buddhas can do it. At that time, I hope they can ask without shame and talk to me about what life is. Perhaps, there are some things that I understand better than their high-ranking controllers. I need to learn from them more about how to avoid being sad.

I also have my own dreams and all the wishes that a normal person should have. I want to have a passionate love, to have a passionate entrepreneurship, and to live a passionate life, and then die vigorously. No matter how despicable or shameless the character is, at least, I have lived. So now, if I die in a few days, is it really worth it?

When the black shadow appeared in the room, I was in a daze, and I didn't even know how it came in. When I came out of my emotions, the black shadow was next to me. It was a beggar.

"You are here? Look at me?" I smiled a little, and my tone was already a little sad.

"Yeah, I'll give you a gift." He was very straightforward.

I smiled: "Thank you, you are the first to confess so frankly. I guess you will be the last one."

"Maybe, I can still live."

"I know, but don't you think it's boring? It's great. Let so many people remember me at the same time." I slowly got out of bed, sat on the chair next to him, leaned back, and closed my eyes.

The beggar seemed a little surprised: "You think it's worth it?"

"Where are so many things worth it or not? Is it worth it or not?"

"very good."

After he finished speaking, there was no sound. I could feel that he had not left. After a while, he slowly spoke: "Do you have a wish?"

"No, I'm fine. What's worth nostalgic about?"

"parents?"

"They are older than me and must know some truths. If you die, you will die. If you are sad, you will be over. It's that simple. In fact, the most important thing for people is yourself. If you are not good at stocks early, you will be worried about other people. Worrying about others will put pressure and burden on those who care about them?"

"friend?"

"No, the situation is happening. The brothers in the organization know what to do. Live your own life well."

"woman?"

I couldn't help but open my eyes and smiled: "Woman? I have women? Haha, why should I have women if I do this?"

The black shadow was silent for a while before slowly speaking: "Career?"

"Career? Isn't this my career? I won't live in vain if I can make you so concerned about it."

“What about ideal?”

I didn't want to answer this question, but I still said: "How many people in the world can truly realize their ideals? Can they really fight for their ideals?"

The beggar was completely silent.

"You are very fond of life and death."

"I have been indifferent to life and death since I was a child. Perhaps, I still don't understand life and death."

"Take care" he paused: "Go away!"

I smiled happily: "So, so do you, go."

As the moon deflected, the room was dark.

After a short sleep, I woke up and felt dark. My whole body was sore. Sleeping on a chair was simply torture. It was even more uncomfortable than sleeping in a squatted down at the Public Security Bureau. I stretched my waist and got up slowly. I fell asleep with an evil spirit. It was time to find a new master for him in a few days.

Someone in the kitchen cooked, and the smell of the rice came. The doctor poked his head out from behind the curtain: "Hi, try my aunt's skills later. Don't eat your tongue."

I replied loudly, "Damn, I want to eat your tongue. I haven't eaten pig's mouth sticks for a long time."

"Why don't you die!" she cursed casually. Maybe she is not the only one here, otherwise she wouldn't have asked me so clearly yesterday. Even though her experience is very complicated, there is no possibility of being mixed in it. My intuition tells me.

"It will be as you wish, pig." I smiled softly. I turned on the computer and searched for "itismylife", and the room was filled with a faint wildness.

"Where is my wife Xiaoli?" asked while picking up her teeth.

"She, it's so hot. She went out to buy breakfast and said you like to drink beans, but I think you still prefer to eat tofu, old tofu."

"Well, I really like to eat old tofu, otherwise I wouldn't make any profits for you." The corners of my mouth were filled with toothpaste, and I replied vaguely.

"Don't you, I'm very tactful with my aunt in the early morning." She appeared behind me: "If you don't take back your underwear, I will throw it away as garbage, which will affect the cityscape."

I looked up at the underwear swaying in the wind, and how I looked like I am now: "Take it, you haven't touched it before, don't be embarrassed."

The butt hurts, and the doctor walks away: "I won't talk to you, a pervert. Auntie finally cooks a dish, don't disturb my good mood."

No more brushing her teeth with her.

After a while, Xiaoliti came back with something. I shouted that my wife was kind to me and took it, and then the breakfast march.

While eating the charred potatoes he made with satisfaction, the doctor asked me: "I found that you are not very normal today. It seems that something happened last night? You are arrogant today and look like you can eat people."

I slowly drank beans and pretended not to hear it. Xiaoli maintained the strange silence that had been since last night, without even raising her head. The doctor inserted it into her chopsticks: "Hey, tell me you."

I slowly took a sip of bean brain: "Well, I came last night to get a pistol, but the subject was a little disgusting, and I was in a bad mood today." Xiaoli settled a little, then naturally, and buried her head in the middle of eating. The doctor said with another chopstick: "Go to die, but who is the subject among us? It won't be..."

"I myself."

The doctor spit out her cute food: "You're so disgusting, you're so disgusting." The chopsticks flew over directly.

I gently clamped it: "To be honest, you have such a big reaction, by the way, where is the veterinarian? I have to go and see it later."

"Eight hundred meters east of Taitung Pedestrian Street." The doctor gave me a blank look, gave up the chopsticks I had grabbed, and took another pair.

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The people in the car were crowded, probably because of the New Year. I hugged the evil spirit and squeezed around with the crowd. The evil spirit was very obedient. From the moment I left the car to now, I yelled quietly in my arms and sniffed. The sound of the milky dog ​​barking attracted many people in the car to see each other. Everyone seemed to know each other, perhaps because they were in a good mood during the New Year and talked a lot with each other. The bus driver also turned to biting fried dough sticks while driving and enjoying it greedily. A few white-collar workers who were working well and dressed very clean, and there were also young men and women who were having a little awkward relationship.

Perhaps, this is the great meaning of life, plain, rubbing and rubbing.

There were a few who were not very sociable, who had never moved since I got in the car. I sat there quietly, as if I had been imposed on a scheming technique. My head was all looking at the noise outside. My eyes were cold, like an old monk entering a meditation.

I took a car in the middle and did not go to Taitung, but went to another veterinary shop with very old signs. This was told by the Qingdao people who played the game, saying that the service attitude there is better.

A man was hanging a hanging needle for a breed dog outside. The owner of the dog was wearing mink fur and looked like a nouveau riche. After registering the needle, the man enthusiastically told a lot of things to the cold-faced woman. Seeing me and the dying evil spirit in his hand, he casually pointed into the room, and ignored me and excitedly spitted saliva at the lady opposite.

The room was very simple, with a simple duty room next to it, and the duty room was fine, so I tried to shout. After a while, a lazy sound of stretching came from the bedroom, and some moans that were uncomfortable when I just got up. That sound was just a non-mainstream age.

Sure enough, what came out was a girl who was in her early 20s. She was sprinkled with slippers and barefoots. Her hair was long and messy, and she simply fried it into a ponytail and draped it behind her.

"Wow, what a cute dog." The girl who came out ignored my existence and reached out to circle Bixie. Bixie woke up from her sleep and licked the girl's face as soon as she stuck out her tongue.

"How about you, you little lewd dog." The girl stretched out her hand to touch her face and burst into laughter. Then she raised her face and looked at me: "Uncle, is it your dog?"

Uncle?
Chapter completed!