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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 11 Hu Qingfang

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    Mu Long meditates: "The main thoughts of the King of Wuxiang are "wu" and "transferr", the main thoughts of the Demon Head are "breaking" and "truth", the main thoughts of the Music Emperor Tianjiao Long are "rhyme", Xiaoyao  The main thoughts of the God of Freedom are "free", "free" and "Zheng", and his own mainstream thoughts are thoughts such as "awe-inspiring" and "natural".

    Mu Long's consciousness left his body and saw that in the vast world covered by the big world of thought, there was a very small, super small place, which was his origin, the ideological space of ancient China.  There are some words left in the time and space of space. An elegant and shrewd woman is writing in this space. The casual scribbler is one of the myriad transformations of the Lord of the Great World of Thought - the Transcendent Lord, named "Hu Qingfang".  ¡·woman.

    "The world is indifferent. The world is cruel. The world is egoistic. The world is vast and lonely, with only oneself The old, weak, sick and dead are dust as thick as dark clouds, consciously forgotten in the bright and beautiful city.  corner.

    Life gradually disappears in the endless traffic, kicked to the side without weight, and ignored in the cold and cold eyes.

    The so-called flawlessness turns out to be that all traces of time have been worn away.  True youth turns out to be an experience that has been forgotten.  For ugliness, beauty is a kind of hostility deliberately arranged by God around us; it is noisy.  I don¡¯t think love is an excuse to hide sexual desire, but maybe at some moments, for some people, it is.

    Men always don¡¯t want to consider feelings.  Men are easily captured by lust but do not want to have sex.  Direct, ruthless and cold.  Spring has arrived; in the fragrance of flowers and in the fluttering of thin wings of butterflies as they fly away.  There is no heaven or hell, it exists in your own heart and in the way the world looks at you.  If you want to be an angel, you are an angel; if you want to be a devil, you are a devil.

    "Death is not as terrible as living, and living is not as happy as death."  The real pain is the loneliness that can never be shaken off.  Cross a certain line and death is around you.  Love is blind and lacks certainty.  Love requires testing to determine whether you are loved.  Love can definitely stand the test, but it cannot withstand temptation.

    There is no one who has been closely intertwined with my life, and there is no one whose departure has made my life incomplete.  Ah!  Loneliness is like this, disconnected and irrelevant.

    When love and soul have been tarnished.  I had to turn around and leave.  We have reason to believe that the beautiful color of love will be stained by the trivialities of shit and urine.  A lonely person is just disappointed with life, not desperate.  However, the disappointment of not being able to completely despair is also a kind of loneliness.

    ¡°Inaction is sometimes the tiredness of losing the eager expectation for life.  Distance creates beauty, and love can survive in imaginary conversations through text: precisely because you don't exist at all.  Only then can I love you so much.  Perfection cannot bring about emotion. No formula or principle can fully explain emotion. Emotion is an intense change and reaction, not a theoretical follow.

    Don¡¯t believe too much in fate, and don¡¯t be too obsessed with the fateful arrangements that look forward to nothingness.  There is no 100% chance of encounter or destiny in this world. The most important thing to do is to trust the person in front of you and grasp everything you can hold in your hands.

    What we believe is never true.  That alone should be sad.  True love may be something that cannot be explained clearly.  However, it has such a powerful power that makes people want to continue living and wait for the sun to rise and shine on them tomorrow.

    In order to avoid harm and stay away from fear.  So we build walls around ourselves.  However, even though isolation can prevent injury, it cannot provide gentle comfort.

    Hate and love are both too strong emotions. Without any emotion, we are truly incommunicado. On the contrary, we create too many polite interactions.

    Life and death are always adjacent, hope and despair are always juxtaposed.  Death and despair cannot exist without survival and hope, but there is no possibility of them being combined.  Doomed to tragedy.

    The most unbearable thing is the disappointment of having special expectations for a specific program but not realizing it.  That loss is also specific.  Tragedy is one of the elements that sublimates the beauty of love, and poignancy can strengthen the intensity of love. However, these are mostly the climax of self-destruction in imagination. In reality, it is best for love not to bear tragedy and poignancy.

    People are always accustomed to blaming their own faults on others, and always hope that others will take responsibility for their wrong lives.  However, you may not even know what the object of your resentment looks like.  It's just a ridiculous excuse to give yourself no responsibility.

    We are so afraid of losing ourselves that we try our best to keep ourselves the same.  However, we never truly answer anything in life with our souls.  In fact, we are no longer ourselves and have lost our souls long ago.

    The street lights are still elegant, but the people who look at them are not.  Moved and ridiculed, admired and despised??, they are just two extremes that vary depending on the heart.  The smashed street lamp is actually my heart that is no longer pure and beautiful.

    It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want to go back.  But can't go back.  The reason why I gave up everything was because I couldn¡¯t go back.  Some beauty is a situation under fantasy, but this does not mean that reality is ugly.  Aesthetics is something that is not fixed, it all depends on how you appreciate it.

    Choose the right role to play at the right time.  You should play your role at all times.  However, who am I?  Which character is me again?  Who is this appropriate performance for?

    When everyone is going crazy, it is impossible to tolerate anyone among them being sober.  Difference is a signal calling on the public to discriminate against you and assimilate you.

    In the crowded crowds and the gaps between day and night, can you see, smell, hear and feel some familiar memories flashing past you in that intersection?  I have had such an experience, but I am also like her in this story; I did not look back, but just moved forward.

    Memory is unreliable, and having it once is an over-beautiful request. Only things without sound can preserve memories and relive the good things.  I understand this feeling, but I'm not sure when I can feel comfortable holding a funeral to mourn the loss, or is it that I just don't want to do it?

    Emotions come from accumulation, and the explosion originates from the fact that you can no longer suppress it and urgently need something or a certain sentence to light the fuse.  You don¡¯t know what you want until you try, but sometimes you find you want everything after you try.

    The conclusion is; people are always trying, but they never figure out what they want.

    The study of society, the concepts and spirit of the world, in fact, who do these help Why do we get angry, why do we fight each other, and why do we beat people to death.  What is it for, do you know?  I have no idea.

    Only when you break away from your own limitations will you find it ridiculous to be unable to break away.  But for those who have been restricted, that attitude is a kind of deathly pale and ruthless ridicule, a fear that can never be understood but is far from being avoided.

    If you always set the situation of life in the past, people will always be ghosts living in the past and dead.  Only by facing the reality created by time can we truly allow ourselves to continue living.

    An iron door effectively separates the awkwardness of face-to-face communication, and also becomes a gap that blocks the possibility of reconciliation after a quarrel.  The road cannot be stepped out or in, and the heat of life is gradually exhausted.  The most despairing thing about time is running out of it when nothing can be done.

    I can do it, and so can others.  If others can do it, so can I.  This is how society is created, how the masses are divided, and how the principles are regulated.  However, there will be times when I want to say no, no, but I have this idea of ??freedom.  In the context of society, the public, and reason, it is rather selfish rebellion.

    Love and courtesy are some kind of kindness disguised carelessly.  I'm afraid of the hurt that hate and malice can cause, so I try to be kind even when I don't think so.  Perhaps, the world I live in has never been sincere, and it maintains the appearance of harmony through the barrier established by this disguise.

    I know that certain behaviors must be restrained, but I also know that I have used false love and courtesy to deal with everything in the world.  Perhaps the reason why this world is depressing is because I subconsciously deny love and courtesy, because I often use them to disguise them, and even I know that I am not real.  "(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. to read.)
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