Lynn's dreams.

Fear of running out of money, trying to make money, how a matter of course it seems.

But why should this fear be presumptuous here!

Why can you pull me!

Linlin used her fingers to quickly write down these anger in the dirt.

It's as if anger can burn the distortions in the brain, and then expel this garbage through words.

It's like nausea and vomiting, and after you vomit it, you'll feel a lot more comfortable.

This is different from the imaginary practice, it is not simply meditating there, it is not watching the birds and flowers and embracing nature. It's a battle, a fierce battle that may not be won at all.

The battle in the head.

Fierce collisions, for fear, for the twist in the mind, for those character attributes.

It's a fight.

Whether you win or lose, it's a pain.

The victory of the character's attributes, the victory of fear, the victory of these things, only makes the self more painful. Because I know that these things are, but I can't kill them.

The character's attributes are slashed, and the distortions in the brain are destroyed, but they still can't bring the joy of victory. Because of this kind of slashing, it is yourself who kills, and every step is painful.

The dirt couldn't stop Linlin's writing, and soon, a large area of dirt was written.

Boom!

Lin Lin attacked the dirt, instantly sending a large area of dirt flying.

The handwriting disappeared in an instant, and the dirt became soft.

The falling soil is casually leaning against each other, and it is a place where you can rewrite.

Linlin's fingers were fluttering, her handwriting was scribbled, and she couldn't see what was written. But Linlin knew what she was writing and what she was doing.

To outsiders, this is a madman.

Everyone likes gentle, calm, and sensible people, at least, not a madman.

But this anger and uncomfortable feeling has been building up in the body. You can ignore it, you can suppress it with reason, but one day, these things will explode.

Then, it's like a madman to slash and destroy the distortions in your brain.

It's funny to think about it, Linlin herself is laughing at herself.

Don't dare to enjoy the time?

Is there anything more spoofy than that?

Others will think that cultivation is nonsense, others will think that this kind of killing is crazy, and others will think that hard work is the best thing.

Why should I think about others?

Why do I want to convince others?

Linlin's anger reappeared, and the handwriting on the dirt was written over and over again.

Rush in, I'm going to rush in!

…………

Daozi walked on the way home, but in fact, Daozi didn't know very well that Linlin's so-called critical moment of cultivation.

Is it to cross the catastrophe?

Dao Zai himself laughed, there were so many cultivators in the world, and he had never seen anyone in the tribulation.

The so-called thunder and cloud robbery are more like things made up randomly.

Who knows, though?

Maybe the method of the immortal family is to cross the catastrophe and resist the thunder and so on.

Knife Boy didn't care, just like no one cared how the ghost ate.

More of it, or that brief hug.

Ay!

I was really stupid, I was there at the time, standing stupidly.

didn't hug Linlin with his backhand, just like wood, he was hugged by Linlin, and then it was over.

Dao Boy carried the food box, regretting and at the same time, he was also very happy.

Because Linlin washed all the rice bowls, and also accepted her own wood carvings.

What does this mean?

Knife boy feels that he has explained a lot of things, but he can't say what it means.

Back home.

I saw that my father was not resting, but sitting there and writing something.

"Go and see that little vixen again. ”

Zhang Shisan Dao didn't look up, and while writing, he asked casually.

However, there was no inquiring tone.

Knife boy stood there, a little cramped, a little uneasy.

's father killed the little fox, that is, Linlin's aunt, but he hid it from his father, and didn't even tell his father that he had fallen in love with Linlin. It stands to reason that Linlin's aunt killed her mother, and her father killed Linlin's aunt, so it seems that she shouldn't have anything to do with Linlin no matter what.

Not to mention, he still brings food over every day, and longs to be with Linlin every day.

Knife Boy: "You know?"

Zhang Shisandao: "I know or don't know, are these important?"

Knife boy was silent.

Zhang Shisandao: "Do you mean, do I know that it will affect your behavior? If I know, if I don't like it, will you change your behavior? Will you not continue to meet that little vixen? Or will you deceive me and pretend not to go, but in fact you are still running up the mountain?"

Knife boy didn't know how to answer.

Zhang Shisandao: "You still don't understand, you still don't know, I told you last time, 'you will never do anything wrong'." It looks like you're thinking about your father, and it looks like you're making trade-offs and coordinating. Actually, you're just thinking about yourself.

You're not thinking about your father, you're thinking about 'what you should do as a son in this matter?' you're just thinking about your own role. You don't think about your father, but you think about how not to damage the character attributes of that filial son. ”

Knife boy suddenly understood something, but he couldn't seem to express what he really understood.

Zhang Shisandao: "I'm not saying that you shouldn't consider your role attributes, how you should show the character attributes of a filial son, or how to show that you are a person who is willing to abandon her parents for the sake of a woman." None of this matters, and there is no right or wrong.

What kind of mistake is it to run away from home for the sake of the woman you love? What kind of mistake is it to break up with your parents painfully? I just want to tell you that you don't think about others anymore, all your considerations are actually just thinking about your own role attributes.

Then, things will be much easier. It's not 'how important my parents are', or 'how should I weigh and choose between my parents and my life', but 'how important my role as a filial son is to me'.

It seems to be a pull between your parents and your lover, but in fact, it is your own role attributes that pull each other. You can't blame your parents and loved ones for doing this, and you can't claim that you sacrificed something for you because you chose one side or the other. ”

Knifeboy: "I see, father. ”

Zhang Shisandao: "So, you went to see the little vixen again?"

Knifeboy: "Yes, father. Moreover, I like her very much, and I want to be married to her. ”

"Oh. ”

Zhang Shisandao's tone was flat, as if he was just talking about the weather. However, the hand that was writing suddenly shook a little, and the handwriting became much heavier.

Put down the pen and close the manuscript.

It seems that there is no longer any intention to continue to write down.

Zhang Shisan got up and walked to the back room with the manuscript.

Pretending to be very casual, he asked:

"How about today's apprenticeship work?"

Knifeboy: "I was about to ask you, father, have you heard anything about the wooden box and the green dots?"

Zhang Shisandao: "Where did you hear that?"

Knife boy: "From the yamen dungeon, in the deepest solitary cage, that one, that person said." ”

Zhang Shisandao: "Next time you lie, remember not to shrug your shoulders unilaterally." ”

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