Yuan Changwen sat in the depression of the seabed, motionless, and even the fluctuations of the sea could not affect him.

But in my mind, it's crazier than the most turbulent waves.

Are you really killing?

Once again, I was deceived by the character, I didn't kill at all, I didn't start killing!

This has become a self-definition, using the slash as a self-definition, an event that can be grasped, just like working to earn money.

I don't want to kill the character at all, I just want to "go to kill", or rather, like this process of killing, and advertise it as a new symbol of myself.

Dishonest, not at all honest yourself. I obviously don't want to complete the killing, but I have to pretend that I really want to complete the killing, and I am still worried about what problems are blocking me.

Bah!

Slashing has become another toy for the character, another tool to show off.

And I'm pretty good with the character. One is responsible for showing off, and the other is responsible for performing bitter love scenes.

"Look, I've killed so many chapters, it's amazing!"

"What are you, do you know the truth of the world? Do you know that everything is false? What do you know?"

"I know, I calculated hundreds of thousands of words, and slashed any falsehood. Well, I'm amazing, right?"

Of course, the last "I'm good" will definitely not be spoken, because it will damage the image of the slash that has been created so hard.

Then, I began to show my strength from the side.

"Ouch, there's something blocking me, damn it, I don't know what's holding me back. ”

"After walking for so long, did you finally encounter a problem? Next, is it because you 'see the Buddha and kill the Buddha'? Or do you discard the knife in your hand?"

"What's stopping me?"

It seems to be a hard-working person, a person who fights to kill characters for the truth of the world.

Bah!

It's still a character, still deceived by the character, and there is no progress at all.

It seems, so many chapters, so many truths, what's the use?

It doesn't touch the character, it doesn't damage the character, but it makes the character more colorful.

Awesome!

The character Zhen Nyima is cunning, and I have no power to resist any few means.

Hmph, and then what?

Fake characters, may I ask then what?

Self-definition, madly twisting the world. And I, as a product of self-definition, is also distorted. Even if all the good in the world is concentrated, is it useful?

After a few years, the definition of goodness will change, so what about all the goodness in the world?

Again, the simple question from before, how do I know that "I think it's good for others" is really good for others?

If there is no connection with others, is such goodness still good?

Prevent me from seeing the world, force me to identify certain things, add meaning to any thought and action.

That's great!

I'm not angry now, and I admit I'm not angry. Even if I knew, anger was a necessary tool to kill characters. But first, honesty is the most important thing.

Honest to cruelty.

That's right, I just didn't continue to kill right now, and I didn't have the slightest anger at the spur at the moment. Perhaps, I will be toyed with by the characters, and maybe I will suddenly be angry again.

I don't know, and I won't pretend to know.

Ha ha!

I've been pretending to kill, and it seems like so many chapters of effort, but the result is just going around in circles. Awesome, creating the illusion of striding forward by spinning in place, how nonsense does this Nima have to be to believe?

This kind of pretense has been with me since I was born.

At the funeral, I didn't want to cry, I wasn't uncomfortable at all. But I'm sorry, I have to pretend to be in pain, so it's normal to behave so that I don't cause criticism and don't add any trouble to the funeral.

In an emergency, I don't feel that it's urgent at all, and I don't think it's important at all. But I'm sorry, I have to pretend that things are urgent, I have to deal with anything quickly with a frown, I can't laugh and I can't do things slowly.

I don't think it's a big deal at all, I don't think it's anything out of the ordinary. But I'm sorry, I have to pretend that things matter, and I have to pretend that if I don't fix this, the planet will explode in the next moment.

It's an honor, and I have to pretend to be serious. Everyone was entertained, and I had to pretend to be fun. To kill the character, I had to pretend to be a hard-working sword-wielding person.

Pretending to be too long, who knows if it's fake or real?

Honesty should be a companion comparable to death.

The left hand is honest, the right hand is dead, well, it looks pretty good.

I should get a tattoo, tattoo honesty and death on my body, always pay attention to it and remind me all the time.

Fake characters, no matter what, it's fake. And I couldn't even hold back my anger, and I was still smiling.

Think about this situation, what is the difference between laughing unbridled at a funeral?

However, slashing for the sake of slashing, deliberately uncomfortable for the sake of slashing, pretending to frown for the sake of slashing, Du Nima is!

Another kind of falsehood.

I can't even face my real emotions, I don't even dare to admit the real situation, so what is there to talk about?

Are you tired? Or are you cowardly? You can't even raise the anger to continue to kill?

It's funny, what the hell are you doing?

Sleeping on grass is powerful? Sleeping on grass can mean that you are killing?

Walking for a few months can prove that you are working hard for your spiritual practice?

Finding a place where no one is staying all the time shows that you don't care about the outside world?

Leaving the empire abruptly and wandering alone in the depths of the universe shows that you are different?

Shit!

The character never left me!

That's right, I don't have any interest in relationships or success or anything like that. I can also not socialize with people, not with so-called popular things, and be alone for a long time.

But that doesn't mean I'm out of character.

Because, there is no outside, everything is inside.

So, even if I'm comfortable in my cell alone, it doesn't mean that I'm out of the role and kill the fake.

I still have other people's influences in my head, as well as the things that the characters like, and the cool points of fantasy. These things, I keep recognizing, I keep paying attention, even if I can throw away the outside world?

Still in the control of the character.

And I, so sadly, was controlled.

False, or false. Every thought is false, every action is false. What else is there to think about, what else is there to do?

Even working hard to kill is a false time, how can you get rid of the role?

Laugh, be presumptuous, be happy, you'd better hurry up and enjoy the role, there aren't many days like this.

Yuan Changwen felt a little low, thinking that his efforts had become a joke, thinking about the slash he was proud of, but he was still under the control of the character.

Low and melancholy, gradually enveloping the whole body.

Imagine a person who has been breaking free all their lives, only to find that they are still tied up. Continue to break free, continue to find yourself bound. So, how many more times can you break free?

Even if perseverance is enough, but every time you succeed in breaking free, is it an illusion?

Depend on!