it!

Forgive me for opening with foul language, but it's really broken, and I don't know what to use to describe my current state other than that word.

It was so light-hearted, I didn't know what was going on, maybe nothing happened, and all of a sudden it was light. Just like the ease that came with slaying a self-definition before, now I'm surrounded by a sense of ease again.

There is no distortion in my head, and I don't seem to want to think about any bullshit future at all, and even the fantasy scene is just the beginning, so I don't want to continue to fantasize. Those cool points are not an order of magnitude of magnitude compared to this ease.

It seems that this is the way I should be. There is no artificial distortion, there is no planning, there is no proof, things are like this because things can only be done this way.

For some reason, I just want to laugh. Not that kind of laughter, but a kind of giggle. I don't know why, but what is a laugh that is not a giggle? I want to sing, I want to dance, I want to play games with my pillow, I seem to be like a child, and the whole world has become my playmate.

The stone has life and can talk to me, although I don't know what the stone is talking about. The floor is also good, I like the quilt the most, it is soft and warm. And the water droplets dripping from the eaves, beating on the air conditioner, ticking and ticking are very rhythmic, and they can also be varied.

Combined with the sound of passing cars, the occasional birdsong, or perhaps the whistling wind, this is a concert entirely! There is no feeling of Chinese style at all, just a little bit to match the beating of the heart.

Thinking about the past, it seems that every time I describe a relaxed description, it will be mixed with the so-called ancient style, or some bamboo forest flute or something. It's good now, B-box is a super fast-paced thing, and it can also bring a sense of relaxation.

Perhaps, it's because I'm relaxed first, so I have a rhythm.

Not wanting to talk, not wanting to communicate, any thinking will ruin this ease. No wonder the teacher always keeps his mouth shut, and then spends the whole day at ease. Damn! If anyone wants to talk to me at this time, Lao Tzu will definitely kill him!

It's really easy, I don't know what to do, and the whole person is completely idle.

Of course, Yuan Changwen is falling, in the depths of the lake, and he can't do anything he wants.

There was no nervousness or anxiety at all, and even the matter of killing was put aside.

Why should I continue to kill? This sense of relief enveloped me, and I really didn't want to move on, and I didn't want to use my mind again. It was a devastating thing, and the character of Yuan Changwen was corrupted by thinking.

As long as you think about it carefully, as long as you are honest to the point of cruelty, it will naturally become what it is now.

I was carrying so much on my back, and the point is, I didn't even know why it was so easy. It seemed that all of a sudden, the goodness of the universe appeared in me, like fear suddenly appeared.

It all appeared without warning, and I didn't know why. It's like the discomfort and obstruction before, I don't know what's standing in my way. It's the same with the ease of being right now, the ease of not knowing what you're throwing away.

It seems that he has been climbing with a big burden. But I don't know what's in the baggage, I don't know what I've added that makes it heavier, and I don't know what I've thrown away that makes it easier.

It's a complete mess.

I thought that I knew myself very well, that is, the character of Yuan Changwen, after all, over the years, I have grown all the way to the present and experienced so many things together. But now, after careful analysis, I found that I didn't understand the role of Yuan Changwen at all.

Things that are too messy are piled up, those twists are all over the brain, life is full of anxiety and panic, and the whole person exudes damp worry. It's called, I don't know who I am at all.

Thinking about the so-called proofs, the so-called industry reports, and the so-called laws of the development of things, I suddenly think, what are Nima's group of people talking about?

If you have to know knowledge to be called smart, then after so many chapters, I am trying to make the character of Yuan Changwen a fool. If the Buddha was full of wisdom, then I can only say that the word wisdom misleads everyone.

No matter what wisdom is used to describe it, or if you can't understand a word like "prajna" that you can't understand and have to be explained by a professional, it's a kind of misleading to me. It seems like I have to learn more to turn cleverness into wisdom, or something like that.

But in fact, it is a kind of renunciation, a process of stopping to believe, and killing all the things that you are proud of.

Of course, no sect will admit this. Once recognized, then all the books become meaningless, and those masters, those teachers, if they teach things in exchange for incense? How can the sect continue? It does not rely on learning but on killing, and once it is recognized, then it destroys the whole teacher system.

What is there to educate? Those charming words? Those classic books that confuse people's eyes? Those different and beautiful sayings? Don't be funny, if you can't think about it yourself, then what's the difference between accepting these classics and accepting like "life must be successful"?

Pull it down, the real thing never stops existing, and I am real because the character of Yuan Changwen blocks the manifestation of reality. So, what door? I never left the reality at all, I just hallucinated and let myself forget.

Believing in a lot of false things, all kinds of beliefs, all kinds of self-definitions, all kinds of musts, all kinds of sacrosanct things. It is these things that prevent me from touching the truth, and of course, it is also these things that constitute the character of Yuan Changwen.

Think about introducing myself and what I would say when someone introduced me to someone else. These things are the falsehoods that I cling to, and the enemies who manipulate the ship of life.

Think about those distortions, think about those narrow-mindedness, how many chapters ago did you find this? How many chapters ago did you know that the amount of information in your head was not enough to make any judgment?

But how many chapters did it take to see it squarely, and only then did it start to be seen as a distortion?

When did you start to disobey the distortions in your head?

Yuan Changwen found that these were no longer important. The sense of relief continues, and I don't know when the fear will be broken again. Of course, everybody wants to keep it that relaxed all the time, and it's just wonderful.

This is not like the state of unity between heaven and man, where happiness is directly to the point of tears. It's just a kind of giggle, a kind of satisfaction for some reason, a kind of I don't know what's going on, but I always feel relaxed.

Although, I have nothing at the moment.

I'm afraid of that bewitching woman, I hope I won this time.