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Chapter 1: Who can do what?

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    "You were possessed and the alarm clock was not set at all. You were already asleep at that time, and it was you in the dream who set the alarm clock." The Music Emperor, who stood with his hands behind his back, said with a smile.  No wonder I woke up naturally in the morning and didn't hear the alarm clock.  King Xiaoyao looked at the rain in the inner lake with Huan Bao. The cold and misty rain was sometimes heavy and sometimes light. There were no words, and he was as quiet as a person emerging.  No matter how high the realm is, there will still be a desolate rhythm of spring passing and autumn coming, like a lonely and beautiful tragedy in the world  As I staggered along, I remembered what Brother Wang said about being a proud man without losing his innocence.  Xiaoyao Wang, who let out a deep sigh, turned to look at me, shook his head and shrugged, as if he looked disapproving.  At this moment, the Music Emperor moved, and so did he. I wanted to move but couldn't. How could I not move?  My heart cannot move!  My heart said, "Can you go there?" I could only watch someone stepping into space and time, a smiling and cold person stepping into the void and looking out!  When I deleted the photos on my phone, I accidentally changed the color of the photo I took with Luo Xiaoyun.  My impression is that I will not take the initiative to participate in any activities. This book signing is the only exception.  At that time, I was thinking that if I didn't participate, I would probably never see her again in this life. I didn't care about her past or future, it was just now. Since she came to Taipei for a book signing event, I rushed there.  It was really a rush, and the motorcycle came flying in the light rain.  Life is like the sky!  I still found some photos I took of myself at work that I didn¡¯t delete. I¡¯ve posted them many times!  Very idiotic photos, very helpless years, very helpless, just like the helplessness of it raining for several days, so I have to change my mood and pretend to be happy on rainy days. Rain at midnight, the night god is back, pretend to welcome, yes  It's very idiotic. It's a bit similar to the Ah Q that Brother Lu mentioned. The difference is that I refer to myself and he refers to a person from a certain country. Alas!  It doesn't matter anymore, no thoughts and no evil.  Some songs didn¡¯t touch the chord in my heart at first.  Only when fate arrives, they collide like smoke.  Last night, my mobile phone suddenly lost access to the Internet. It must have been disconnected. I couldn¡¯t use the collection function on my desktop computer, so I had to quote it here.  It turns out that this song is "Walking through thousands of twists and turns of life and death, listening to prosperity blooming and withering, cloudy and sunny, and then waxing and waning again, in the blink of an eye, I live through the impermanent years of life again from beginning to end" No wonder  After all the twists and turns, love is like smoke, but unfortunately, only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it!  When I was a child, I listened to the music of natural fields, farmlands, rivers, symphonies of nature, and puppet operas, as well as a little bit of Chinese folk songs, movie soundtracks, and Japanese cartoon music. When I was a teenager, I started listening to Western music.  Music spread all over the Western world, and then turned back to Chinese pop music, music from all over the world, and I admired many music creators. The last one I couldn't shake my appreciation for was Jay Chou, and it turned out that there was another one named Mayday.  When I was about your age, I thought that one of the heroines who wrote seven love letters would have no regrets in this life. However, the cruel fact happened, which violated my beliefs and slowly collapsed. My consciousness began to  Wandering and forgetting the world, when the eighth part was released, I couldn't let go of the cigarette. I quit smoking six times in a long time, and then ran to ask Qi for a cigarette. It was really arrogant and fragile. Emperor Youyu said that only in this way can I have the strength to write!
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