"I'm a man who came up from the mountains and came down. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

It's been a long time, it's been a long time, and in the days that followed, although his memory has become very poor and very poor, he still remembers very clearly what he said a long time ago, this, a sentence.

"There is a mountain in front of the bush

There is a nunnery on the mountain,

In front of the hermitage,

There is a tree like a peach blossom,

Calling the wine cup in a mess. ”

In many, many, drunken nights, he was like this, disregarding his image, slumped on the ground with a flowing sewage, bending his thin and withered little body, shaking an ugly black gourd, grinning with a mouth full of big yellow teeth, laughing madly at the passing people, screaming with all his might.

In the eyes of passers-by, he looks like a madman!

"Look, they're like pigs in a bamboo pen!"

When, the man who came out of the same place as him, came to this sewage-ridden street, carried him on his shoulders softly and submissively without saying a word, and left with this madman on his back, he always grinned with big yellow teeth, regardless of the smell of sewage on his body, and still, with his black and dirty little fingers, shaking an ugly black gourd, and laughing in rags, pointing at the passing wanderers, and saying things that only the two of them could hear.

When that's all said and done,

He was drunk like mud, lying on this silent person with a cloak on his head, grinning with big yellow teeth, ignoring the smell of sewage on his body, still, wickedly cocking his black and dirty little fingers, shaking an ugly black gourd, laughing madly in rags, laughing madly towards the passing streamers, screaming with all his might.

Totally lunatic!

Once upon a time, the madman's surname was wild, and the wild seed was wild!

Named, no!

Wild is his origin,

Name is his way of survival.

Serendipity,

After being taken up the mountain, and entering the hermitage,

His master gave him a stick, and it was done: go without water.

Just because of that stick, he couldn't do it, and he obediently became the harmless and tough madman of this animal and beast.

If you are afraid that you will meet the right person at the wrong time, then you say, "Should it be wrong?" or should it be right?

In the hearts of the world, this choice is difficult!

However, as a wild waterless person, it was easy for him to go!

There is no other reason: dust to dust, soil to soil, thousands of hanging, and sprout when it lands.

Wild and waterless, I love two things in my life:

One is drinking!

The second is to go crazy!

If you drink alcohol, you can drink until the sky is old and the sea is dry and rotten.

If you go crazy, you can go crazy to the end of the world, and the vicissitudes of the sea.

But, it just so happened that now he is well-dressed, bright-eyed, and carries a three-foot sword with a cold front at his waist, even if he is a tattered black gourd hanging from his shoulders, he is also extraordinarily heroic and sassy.

In addition to the two things he loves to do in his life, he also has a job.

A lifetime, the only job.

He, when he starts working, must not do two things that he loves most in his life.

He's very clear!

Work is work!

A hobby is a hobby!

You can't treat a hobby as a job, it's blasphemy!

You can't treat work as a hobby, it's perverted!

Most importantly,

His master, the man who struck him with a stick, he, the person he respected most in his life, told him: Send people to life, people!