Syllable!

This crisp sound smoothly pulled Yuan Changwen out of fear.

The character of Yuan Changwen has gone to such a level in order to survive. He didn't care if it was fear that made me uncomfortable, he had to be there anyway.

Depend on!

Let's not say it's making up a story, but even then?

I'm not Yuan Changwen! Why am I tossing and turning for the role of Yuan Changwen?

Go to hell!

Using fear to threaten me, when did a false character have this power?

Falsehood should stay in a false place, I am not here for you to be presumptuous!

Haven't you had enough of the emotional pull for so many years?!

You don't die, see how I kill you. Don't you want to care about success, don't you want to get people's attention, don't you like to prove yourself right......

See what else you can do?!

I was careless just now, let your fear succeed, you try again, see if I don't kill you!

Hum!

Actually presumptuous in my place, for so many years, I haven't seen through it, just let you be arrogant and let you control my life for so many years. Now, you're a fake character, built up by all kinds of self-definitions, arrogant or something!

Are you the master, or am I the master?

Lao Tzu doesn't understand, what qualifications do you have to continue to exist! What qualifications do you have to rely on not leaving! You are a character, a master named Yuan Changwen, who has experienced all kinds of things and wants to succeed and be more successful.

What is there to be proud of, and what is worth holding on to and not letting go?!

I know that giving up these self-definitions is equivalent to the death of the character of Yuan Changwen. Even if death is what, don't you deserve to die? When can false things be bargained over? Or have you become accustomed to being presumptuous for so many years?

Every moment of inspiration, every time there is a throbbing of the soul, every time there is an urge to try, who is stopping it from happening?

It's you, it's your character called Yuan Changwen. It's you who thinks about whether leaving the environment you know will ruin this life, whether you can't afford to buy a house, whether you will die without a place to bury.

And you, know a ball!

Do you know what's to come?

You just know that according to your knowledge and experience, if you choose according to your heartbeat, you will fail in the future. But how much do you know?! What will happen in the future, you know the fart!

For so many years, you feared, you used that poor knowledge to hinder everything from happening, and you bound yourself in a cocoon of fear and couldn't move. But on the lips, he began to show off all kinds of things, and then learned what cognitive upgrades, as if knowing a few truths can change his life.

You know better than anyone that nothing will change. So, it's time for you to die, what right do you have to manipulate your life there?

You say that my play is rubbish, you say that my life is not strong, and you say that I am a coward when I let go. So, you've been in control for so many years, what's the result?

Don't talk about what the future holds, for so many years, the effect of your control is to keep me wandering in fear and let me follow in the footsteps of society. The values of the empire are my values.

Why don't you die?!

Now, at this moment, I repeat that you'd better die on your own initiative. Otherwise...... Well, I can't do anything to you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to continue to let you be presumptuous.

Life is not something that you, a false character, can play with, and you don't have any new tricks except fear or fear? Life is so vast that you should play everywhere without limits, not just dare not move in fear.

Of course, someone can be quiet in one place, and that's fine, but definitely not due to fear.

What are you? a mass of fear? or a sum of thoughts?

Believing in countless unfounded things, and then using those beliefs to weigh the pros and cons. You know the pros and cons of a ball! If I don't kill you, what's the point of this life? Just spend it? You know I'm telling the truth, but you won't admit it.

It's a pity, whether you admit it or not, I'm going to kill you. So, for everyone's better time, you'd better disappear yourself.

The role of Yuan Changwen, I will reiterate it to you one last time, please die!

I don't want to see any more information about you, about your emotions. You're not me, and you're running rampant in this universe in my name. Am I supposed to charge your rent?!

I'm entrusting my life to you, it's the stupidest decision in this universe. Even if I die, don't let falsehood manipulate me anymore. It's ridiculous, I used to think you were real like this, and I went up the sword mountain and the sea of fire for you.

You've got a kind!

"Hey, don't waste water!"

Yuan Changwen turned his head, it was the moment when he killed the false character, full of anger and murderous aura.

The senior barista subconsciously took a step back, swallowed his saliva, and said, "That, just wash it, and turn off the water." ”

Yuan Changwen nodded, and took out the milk bowl and the coffee cup that had cracked.

Alas...... Having said all this, it's still the character's thinking, and I'm just aware of all this. No wonder it's called a suicide mission, the character's own thinking kills the character himself, isn't this called suicide?!

Does it hurt?

It hurts, but when you look back at it at the end, there seems to be a clear sense of strangeness. And, I wonder if I couldn't figure this out.

Then, a burst of clarity followed a burst of pride, as if there was nothing to stop him. Of course, tomorrow will again perceive today's pride as stupid, and thus feel strange again.

Every day, it's a strange human being. Characters are constantly throwing away self-definition, and naturally the whole character will become different.

Can you do it yourself?

What if it's all a joke?

Or, you're just going around in circles?

Killing self-definition is certainly not that simple, and these practices are almost all from the era of the Imperial Home Star, more than 3,000 years ago. For more than 3,000 years, how many have been more pious than me, wiser than me, and luckier than me?

But how many have succeeded in doing it?

No matter what, I can't go back. Just like this cracked coffee cup, if there is no technical means, it will not be able to go back.

"Wow, you broke a coffee cup on your first day at work today?!"

Yuan Changwen had recovered his emotions a little, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, do you want to pay?"

The senior barista hesitates, as if weighing what impression should be made on the new employee, whether it is a strict rule or a humane management model.

"Forget it, let's calculate it according to the loss report. ”

"Thank you. ”

After Yuan Changwen thanked him, he began to clean up the tableware left by the guests in the hall.

Look at the guests, ladies with long hair, slender fingers and beautiful nails, men in good spirits, or casual laziness. Yuan Changwen suddenly had a feeling that he was watching a play from a distance.

Looking at a character named Yuan Changwen, serving you in the café.

It's ridiculous.