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The young man looked back and laughed at me for not hurrying up to follow him.  By the time I catch up, I have grown up

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    I accidentally saw that 60 people have been subscribing to my online book.  The same is true for Confucius¡¯ students.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????There are 60 people who have not been eliminated yet.  Continue the competition to see who can last longer. I will write until o people subscribe.  The premise is that this website cannot go bankrupt.  According to my past experience, the company collapsed but I was still there.  Of course, it is true that you must be the most loyal to yourself!  real!  She said she liked drinking ice wine on summer nights, but ice beer was as tasteless to her as drinking water, so she gave me all the beer.  She said she can¡¯t drink with me because I can.  She was saying something sarcastic. I like drinking alone. According to my historical experience, as long as girls drink alone with me, it seems that none of them have clothes to wear. Therefore, it is suitable for me to drink alone to realize my happiness of escaping from the world.  Half of it!  The real world is half beautiful and half disgusting.  "It's beautiful and easy to know, but what's disgusting is that it looks dignified on the surface, but in fact it's not the same thing. It's like keeping your loyal thoughts captive. What's disgusting is that it's complicated and hidden behind the scenes.  In the morning, the Cavaliers easily beat Boston. James was too strong. The final championship game will be a repeat of last year's Cavaliers-Warriors. But who can have the last laugh?  Time will tell, soon.  Xin Xiaoqi sings with pride, which can only be shown in the Mandarin version.  The arrangement was good at first, but the process didn't feel right and I didn't feel arrogant.  Naturally arrogant.  Cantonese itself does not have a condescension to the world, only Mandarin does.  This song and Pili's proud song are both ancient, martial arts, and Chinese styles, with south and north, passionate in the south, heroic in the north, gentle in the south, and vast in the north.  Who wins?  Xin sings proudly, the music is high, the lyrics are simple and bold, the thunderbolt is proud, the music is heroic, the lyrics are sincere and proud of the world.  The latter wins!  The young man looked back and laughed at me for not following him quickly.  By the time I catch up, I have grown up.   "You, why are you here?" was almost inaudible. The Music Emperor heard a familiar voice, a voice that seemed to have been forgotten by him.  Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw a city on earth, a staircase, and a woman in goose-yellow clothes on the ladder, dignified and elegant, looking at me with big eyes.  She walked down slowly, and the human city behind her shrank to her heart and then disappeared.  The right palm of the Music Emperor involuntarily shined with light, and the bright light and shadow of a music castle appeared.  "You, you are not him, you are the Tianjiaolong, the Emperor of Music." Just as the woman showed a disappointed expression, a Palace of Ten Thousand Sounds emerged from the left palm of the Emperor of Music, and then the Palace of Ten Thousand Sounds sank into the light and shadow of the Music Castle.  Following the left palm, another heart-shaking pantheon emerged.  A handsome man walked out of the Pantheon.  When the man who stepped out of the Pantheon appeared, the figure of the Music Emperor blended into this man's body.  The woman's eyes flashed with tears, "How many years have passed, I thought I would never see you again, Long Yinyue!" The handsome man gently?a class="__cf_email__" href="/cdn-cgi/l/email  -protection" data-cfemail="f63271b63954">[email protected]<script data-cfhash='f9e31' type="text/javascript">/ <![cdata[ /!function{try{t=document.currentscript|  |function{for,e=t.length;e¡ª¡ª;)if)return t[e]};if){p=t.parentnode;if){for|0,n=2;a.length-n  ;n+=2)e+='%'+r).tostring).slice;p.replacenetent.createtextnode),c)}p.removechild}}catch{}}/ ]]> / "Human world, human world, human world.  We haven't seen each other for a long time. "His thoughts drifted to light years away. At that time, she was not in the world, she shouted.  In an ancient fight for power, he fought for a free smile and an unfettered existence, while she fought for the ability to express thousands of avenues. Later, he gave up because of her beauty.  And go, when leaving, leaving behind a clone to cultivate oneself in her Taoist world.  That clone is called Xiaoyao King.   I have not sung in front of outsiders for more than 20 years, but once I saw Lin Guanyin's "Qin Terracotta Warriors" in a song sheet.  The protagonist of the seventh love letter said that I once won the first place in music composition and singing, and asked me to show my performance, so I sang this song.  She said that my singing was very special, very elegant and spontaneous.  Then she called me in the evening and said she found this song online, but why was it completely different from what I sang?  The original song can't even compare to me.  I¡¯m not right. This song was composed by the original singer. The author has his own flavor. But who am I?  I am the proud music king, there is no song that I cannot perform.  She said I was such a stinky fart!  I said of course, of course I have no interest in music anymore, the rest is just for listening and taking a look.  &nbsp;She said it was a pity that I didn't like the type of music she liked, so she wouldn't come to me when attending concerts.  I said that I would go to Jay Chou¡¯s concert in May.  She said she wasn't interested.  Music is just subjective sometimes, just like it.  Actually, the seventh love letter, Yanyang Burst, is a musical love letter, written to her in a novel style. It is my lifelong skill in music.  It¡¯s just that I met the protagonist of the eighth love letter. I followed him and wrote the music love letter Luo Xiaoyun here.  This book is not quite a love letter to music. Although it mentions Wan Ge, it should be considered a music note. Moreover, this book is included in the eighth volume.  I don¡¯t want to be like this, but unfortunately no one is destined to me, and no girl agrees with me.  Perhaps being born aloof and arrogant is doomed to failure in life.
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