Luo Wencheng has always been a person who is not willing to be lonely, let alone ordinary, but how can things in the world be satisfactory? Born in this Luo family, there is a dead ghost father who is not angry, and the old lady has the final say in the family. I still remember that when the family unanimously decided to send his younger brother Luo Wude out, no one could understand the loneliness in Luo Wencheng's heart. On that day, he forced a smile on his face, personally sent his younger brother to the town, and sent him ten miles away. He never returned home that night, and drank the old wine stolen from the old lady's room alone in a mass grave in the town, and he couldn't remember how many words he scolded.

If you don't give me a chance, then I'll make my own way, so he leaves home frequently, and every time he returns empty-handed, and accomplishes nothing. This feeling is called aggrieved.

Over the years, he has learned forbearance, learned hypocrisy, sharpened a mask that does not move the eight winds, and at the same time gathered a monstrous resentment full of nowhere to vent.

The appearance of the old man surnamed Zhao was like a needle piercing his dantian and penetrating the fence built by Luo Wencheng himself. And when he actually saw the painting hidden under the bed, his heart fluttered again, and it was out of control. It wasn't the magic of the painting, or his own ** that was at work, he felt like he was caught in a demonic barrier.

It is said that Luo Wencheng's behavior in Mrs. Luo's room was discovered by Mrs. Luo on the spot and left in a huff, and returned to his room after a round and turn, and fell on the bed. I wanted to sleep to relieve a thousand sorrows, but after lying down, I tossed and turned but couldn't sleep.

I don't know how long later, my daughter-in-law pushed the door in and called him to finish eating, but he pretended to be asleep and ignored it. It's strange to say that he really fell asleep when he pretended to be asleep.

In a daze, he found himself on a vast grassland, and in front of his eyes, a white light appeared not far away, flickering and flickering, as if guiding Luo Wencheng to approach him.

Luo Wencheng walked over and found himself barefoot, stepping on the newborn turf, with a faint pain. The further he walked, the more painful his feet became, and when he approached the white light, Luo Wencheng was already like stepping on a thorn in pain. But just by looking at it, he could clearly see the true face of Lushan in the white light, how could he Luo Wencheng stop there? As soon as he gritted his teeth and took a sharp step, the pain in his feet instantly spread to his whole body, and he sweated like rain.

Finally, Luo Wencheng came to the white light, it turned out to be the Dao Gate, and the light was reflected from behind the door. Luo Wencheng took a long breath and walked in.

On the other side of the door, it turned out to be a palace, resplendent and gorgeous, and there were mountains of treasures in the palace.

"Oh my God, my God!" Luo Wencheng rushed up, threw himself into a pile of gold scattered on the ground, held a handful of gold in both hands and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, he smelled money. He rolled over and lay on his back, enjoying the pleasure brought by the treasures all over the ground, feeling satisfaction and pleasure like never before.

But the feeling did not last long, or rather it was fleeting, and in an instant, the treasures all over the ground disappeared, and the magnificent palace became extremely dilapidated and covered with cobwebs.

"No, no!" Luo Wencheng lay on the ground, desperately digging with his hands, such a sudden contrast made him unacceptable.

"Heartbeat?" Luo Wencheng was saddened, and suddenly a voice came to his ears.

Luo Wen looked up sharply and found a man of medium stature standing aside and looking at him coldly.

"Who are you!" Luo Wencheng stood up and asked vigilantly.

"Who am I? does it matter? But I'm the one doing the same thing as you! Do you think it's okay for me to say that?" said the man, unfurnished.

"I don't understand what you're saying!" Luo Wencheng said in a deep voice.

The man smiled slightly, took out a scroll of painting scrolls in his arms with his left hand, and then shook it slightly, and the painting was painted with a heroic general, exactly the same as the one Luo Wencheng saw in the old lady's room.

"You, how can this painting be in your hands?" Luo Wencheng asked in a loud voice, surprised and a little angry.

"Oh, no, no, no, you're mistaken, it's not your one. The man hurriedly explained.

"You mean, there's more than one painting?" Luo Wencheng seemed to see some clues.

The man didn't answer, but nodded.

"What is your purpose?" Luo Wencheng suddenly became vigilant again.

"I said, we are doing the same thing, then we are grasshoppers on a rope, no, it doesn't seem right to say this, whatever!

"I don't need to!" Luo Wencheng waved his hand and said.

The man frowned and did not speak.

Luo Wencheng continued: "Let me go back!"

"But no one forced you to come, you came yourself, didn't you?" the man pursed his lips and said contemptuously.

Luo Wencheng was speechless.

"Is this really a treasure map?" the two were silent for a while, and Luo Wencheng finally couldn't help but ask.

"Treasure map? yes and no, but the secret behind it will definitely surprise you!" the man suddenly became stern when he said this, and his eyes looked ahead, thoughtful.

Luo Wencheng scoffed at the man's approach.

"Okay, if you think I'm nagging, then I won't say anything, let's think about it myself. If you want, you can come to Foshan to find me, if you don't want to, then it's up to you, each with your own destiny! But you remember, a person can never do great things!" At this point, the man began to roll up the painting in his hand, hid it back in his arms, and then made a gesture to leave.

"You wait!" Luo Wencheng interrupted him.

"How?"

"What's your name?" Luo Wencheng asked.

"Xiao Ran!" the man replied softly, then vanished into thin air.

Luo Wencheng was about to ask something more, but the man named Xiao Ran was gone, and Luo Wencheng returned to the vast grassland.

There was a gust of wind blowing, lapping Luo Wencheng's body and face, and he looked up at the sky and fell into deep thought.

The wind on the prairie seemed to penetrate his body, blowing down the cage in his heart, and freeing the creature called ambition imprisoned in it.

"What are you waiting for?" Luo Wencheng muttered softly, he withdrew his gaze, and the dream dissipated.

Luo Wencheng woke up from the dream and got up slowly, her daughter-in-law was asleep, and the child was nestled in her mother's arms.

Luo Wencheng lit a cigarette and walked out of the room. Tonight the night is dark, dark clouds obscure the sky, and tonight, someone has unleashed the beast that has been imprisoned in its heart for twenty years!