I looked at the sea where the storm was coming. The shape of the thunder and rain clouds by the sea was very scary. Now it still looked like a black line. After getting closer, it often looked like a huge tsunami of dark clouds and tsunamis. You can clearly see the boundaries of the clouds, there is rain and lightning under the clouds, and you can even see the sun at the edges of the clouds.

Liu Sang looked at his watch and pinched the air with his hands, "There are more than ten minutes left."

"What the hell do you want to do? You want to deceive us?" The fat man said angrily. Liu Sang did not look at him and said silently: "Wu Erbai spent money to ask me to cheat you. Do you think I will come? You are so used to being too arrogant. Those 30 hours are just desserts, and I have serious things to do."

The fat man looked at me and grinned: "This is a b-pretender, it must be the second uncle's biological child, otherwise how dare you pretend to be b in front of you."

I looked at Liu Sang, he sat upright, and was in an extremely quiet state. I waved my hand. Liu Sang was in the area where he was most confident. I wanted to see what he wanted to do.

Fatty and I sat next to him, and Liu Sang's attention was not focused on us anymore. He watched the thunder and rain clouds come over little by little, slowly took away the tarp on the side. There was a shrine below, and the god inside was covered with cloth heads.

Liu Sang stood up, put the shrine where he had just sat, lit three short incense pieces, and knelt down. The dark clouds exploded countless lightning behind the shrine.

"Brother kneeled on the mountain, he knelt on the thunder. This is a fucking plagiarism." The fat man whispered, and before he finished speaking, he was drowned by the thunder. Then the heavy rain fell, and the sound of the rain hitting the sea was like a huge noise, and his ears began to distort.

Liu Sang bowed, took out a drawing board from under the shrine, and walked to the beach. The paint board was covered with oil paper. He used the drawing board to block his head.

The fat man looked at me, and I shook my head, I want to take care of it, I won’t go to the rain.

We saw dark clouds coming, and soon more huge thunder began to be transmitted from the sea to the hotel. The clouds by the sea were very low, and the lightning looked sour and the shocking windows were vibrating. The thunder rolled, rolling words could not be understood in this environment, and at the same time it was completely dark.

I looked at the dark clouds, remembered the countless years I had heard thunder before, and looked at Liu Sang in the heavy rain, and suddenly I felt empathy.

The fat man made a wish at the side: "Slay this grandson to death, and this grandson to death." I also walked into the rain, and the fat man was stunned for a moment. I walked to Liu Sang.

This distance was only about thirty steps, and the cold rain rushed down, and my neck was immediately filled with rain. It was the first time I looked at such a low dark cloud, and I felt that I could touch lightning with my tentacles. I looked up and let the heavy rain rush on my face.

The impact of raindrops was huge, one by one, and it hurt so much that it hit my face. I suddenly understood something.

I walked to Liu Sang. Every time he made a thunder sound, he would face the sky with his right ear, and then quickly rotate his left ear. His eyes were lost. Lightning flashed through his eyes, and there was no trace of emotion. His hands quickly slashed on the oil paper, leaving many marks that I couldn't understand.

I looked at him and began to listen to the thunder in the sky. The thunder was strange and I had never heard it before.

I still listened and looked at Liu Sang's appearance in the huge flash.

I realized that what made me lose my original prudence and fear was not tiredness, but an indeceptive conceit. This conceit made me look down on life and death, and I could no longer feel the kind of compassionate empathy I had back then. This is also what I have been trying to find in the past few years. Too many memories, too many experiences, and too many reincarnations, allowing me to easily calm down in any situation.

My grandfather once said that smart people always believe that their vision is not the mountains, and seeing water is not the water. Back then, I thought my grandfather was overly admiring Zhang Qishan.

Later I learned that this level of difference is because people always resist bad things and try to see through the truth, but some people say that seeing mountains is still mountains, and seeing water is still water.

I suddenly hugged my head tightly and fled back to the fat man's position in the hotel. The fat man asked me: "What are you doing? Why are you coming and going, and you are cowardly?"

I said, "You have to hide when it rains."

"You are so ecstatic, did you hear the thunder moan?" said the fat man.
Chapter completed!