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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 7: Falling in love with loneliness, falling in love with freedom

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    I forgot how many days I spent alone.  When you work alone, work alone, one person eats, smoke, drink coffee, listen to music to visit the bookstore, one person is luxurious and one -person liabilities, one is unprecedented, and a existence that does not need to be understood and does not need to understand.  Life is the end, and it is also rebirth. Regardless of victory or defeat, all the blessings given to you, I tire of telling you that even if you shed tears, even if you are sad, you are still beautiful (you also refer to this world, pun intended). You have absolutely no control over this world.  I am galloping on my own life path, but I am lost in the confusion of the years. I feel so unreliable, and freedom is so expensive and extravagant. It seems that only pain falls from the sky, and only the happiness in my heart can counter it!  In the eyes of the author, you know each other's existence, thinking about the words in the forgotten world, gradually growing old from the heart, quietly happening to every living future, thinking about how to solve the sluggish days, your  My opponent is life and art. My opponent is a god that does not exist and is the most powerful unknown killer.  If you keep losing, you don¡¯t have to sympathize or pity, it¡¯s just your own destiny. We meet each other briefly in the world of each other, passers-by of beautiful fate, talking to God and you alone.  The world takes shape, laughing and joking with the God of Heaven and Earth, talking about pain in happiness, the blazing summer sky has plum rain at the beginning of May, the wanton God has no time to care about human beings, she loves me madly, and the sleepless devil  Love, in addition to love, is an extension. Those days were like the beginning of the world. Will you still love in your prime?  God asked me, and the devil stared at me curiously.  When I have nothing left but a sad soul.  Will you still love me?  God said it would.  The devil is doubting in her heart, and her consciousness tells me that she loves me more than God.  I know that without love, I am just a living corpse.  Look at this world, it is like a drunken race. Nothingness has entered this world. The emotions of the hot summer day are particularly turbulent in life, especially when the era of money empire comes. Those who perform tricks of living are like a ferocious tiger.  A warrior sets the fire of life in an ignorant world, dances to his heart's content, and dances with life. He wants to be the roaring king of beasts. If that doesn't work, just be a common man. A small life, a small life, a small blessing, a simple life, how many  Small?  Miaomiao's small.  Deafeningly loud, oh oh oh ho ho ho!  You will hear the roar of each other's hearts, look as light as a butterfly on the outside, not afraid of bees stinging fierce tiger stripes, and just be your own hero from scratch. ???????????????????????????????? The young book friend asked, "You are well-informed! I want to ask, how can I be a wage earner! Every day I grit my teeth and silently update my novels! Do you think I will succeed?" He replied, "I won't succeed, because I won't succeed.  I will ask if it is successful. "What I didn't say is that when a person thinks that he has worked hard and can't produce anything to prove that he is the hardest worker, it can only be said that he is ignorant. It is like the author who knows that if he goes against the sky, he will always lose.  Being an opponent to the sky is doomed to eternal defeat.  Fortunately, I have no victory or defeat in my heart, I just want to enjoy everything, whatever I think, write and live. I wrote the above while listening to the song, who is the sad and forgetful person? After thinking about it for a while, I didn¡¯t feel sad, only  Sad being.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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