Like a drizzle at dusk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Insulting and complaining to each other, shirking responsibility, and parting ways. Give the form a righteous prayer, and rightfully erect the banner of evil thoughts. Oppression and oppression, rebellion and resentment that does not distinguish between good and evil. Thoughts and ideas that rain down like drops are like the drizzle of this unreasonable world. The "winners" who enjoy the tranquility of the drizzle in the vast buildings, and the "losers" who have no place to live and shiver in the cold wind. As someone once taught her, there is no fairness in this world, and it is precisely because it is unfair and unreasonable that the world is now in existence.

In this world where there is no reason to speak of, there is still a trace of "balance". This delicate balance allows the "losers" who can only be oppressed to survive in the world, which is the only mercy in this world, and it is also the expression of the cruelty of this world.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the cold and relentless drizzle, and to "her", which no longer had any meaning, this sound was no different from the sound of rain. She didn't notice that the drizzle that had enveloped her was being obscured by something, and the warmth that followed without a trace had returned to her cold body slightly.

It was a sigh, as if someone was clinging to her body and whispering in her ear.

"To be honest, it seems a bit contrived that I'm coming back to you now, but that's the result of thinking from the minds of ordinary people in the world. But I have to thank you, I feel honored that I would say such things to you personally, that you are the first being in this life to enjoy such a privilege. You probably won't be able to hear it anyway, though, so it probably doesn't matter if you say it or not. Out of respect for you, I'm going to make an exception to tell you something. ”

The smell of fire, the smell of smoke, the smell of rust mixed with blood. The faint sound of breathing and rain, the grinding of clothes, and the man's words, the only voices left in "her" world.

"I've seen your father, he came all the way to England to say something to me, is that guy really just a human being? That's not important, now that I think about it, it should also be something that Zhu Yuanfang did, maybe it is inevitable that I will meet you." I've met so many people in my life, and still none of them can stand side by side with me. If there is a possibility in the future, it may be you. You do have something "pure" about you that I am looking for, and in that regard, I identify with you. ”

She turned her head and looked at the place where there was nothing. It was raining lightly, but there were surprisingly few water stains on that piece of ground than around.

"Now, I want you and me to win. Even if you can't, you can find a random passerby to complete my plan, but you deserve it, and you deserve it, and you deserve it. ”

Suddenly, there was another footstep in the rain. This was followed by a continuous, crisp crash between the metals, echoing like bells in the empty rain.

"After a long absence, the donor is still impressive. ”

"Did I say I don't like to be interrupted while I'm talking?" she frowned, snorted, and threw the cigarette butt into the rain.

"That's the poor monk's offense, and look at the benefactor Haihan," he stopped in front of the girl, his eyes glancing at her, "She is still moving forward with her own will and ideas, I still don't know if I have fulfilled my responsibilities as a father, but I never thought that it would be like this when we met again." In this case, I, an old monk, can't sit idly by. ”

"Your daughter is much better than you," she exhaled and lit another cigarette, "she proved to me her wisdom and courage, so I had to win." That's what she wants, she wants to win, and this is the first time, and I'm not just doing it for myself. Even if it's just for the same purpose, I'll admit that I'm not just here to win for myself. ”

"Maybe it's the same thing that the donor has done in the past. ”

“......”

"You save someone for yourself, you help someone for yourself, this is also the "good deeds" you have accumulated, and impure motives and purposes cannot affect the results of the "good deeds" you cause. ”

"Consequential? That's interesting, but it doesn't affect my will, I only act for myself, and I don't spend my time doing anything for her if her purpose is different from mine. Make no mistake about it, if even the actions of a guy like me can be called a "good deed," then there is no one in the world who can be called a wicked person. ”

"That's what my Buddha taught us," the monk shook his head, "and you're like the yin of yin and yang, a flexible person." On the surface, it looks gloomy and bleak, but he is proficient in the way of life and lives a free life. But when you come to the other side, that way of life will not end you well. Where are you going to go when you die? It's really interesting. ”

"Whether it's theft, murder, war, there are people who work with them. No matter how beautiful the reason is, it cannot be an exoneration of evil deeds. If you don't know what your sins are, how can you call yourself good? If you don't even know what is good, how can you call yourself a wicked person? Evil, self-righteousness, lawlessness, that's me, Dio Connor. To the end of hell to laugh out loud and unruly, victory is born for me, the world revolves around me, that's what I think. Your half-hearted rhetoric, even your daughter is countless times better than you. I don't even know what kind of person I am, so I'm just talking about it here, is your so-called Buddha just something of this level?"

"Of course, she's my pride," the monk pressed down, "the poor monk has faith - she won't lose to you." The poor monk's soul, bound by dogma, can see the difference in her decision from mine after breaking the dogma. ”

"So, dear good father, what are you going to do now?"

"You should need a helper. ”

"No, I haven't needed that kind of thing all the time, there are only two kinds of people in this world for me, people who have nothing to do with me, and "props" that I can use. You might as well worry about your daughter, listen, don't bother me, now I'm going to get what belongs to me. ”

I do my own thing, I think it's a guy like her.

"An empty shell. The monk said suddenly as she was about to go away.

She couldn't help but stop and stand in the rain.

It was a long time before she took another step. Maybe it doesn't matter what kind of person she is. So what did she care? Without the light shining on, even the dark future would cease to exist, leaving only an empty shell of malice. Behind the door that was only open for herself, there was nothing, she couldn't get anything, she couldn't leave anything.

Is it satisfying to take advantage of the loopholes in the human heart and use everything that can be used to win?

She will certainly answer:

"Of course. ”

Other than that, nothing made sense to her.

Other than that, she has nothing.

She's sure to laugh at herself as she comes to the end, and then say, 'Do it yourself.'" While scolding this stupid world, while enjoying the beauty of this world.

"I still don't understand her," the monk muttered to himself, looking at her departing back, "to be able to live a more secure life than anyone else, to have close friends, to have everything you want, and yet to walk the path that you are not so desperate to move on." What is left of what she has left behind: betraying her "relatives", ignoring the "friends" around her, leaving everything behind, and possibly ending up with nothing, or even infamy. What does she want, and where does she want to go?"

The monk sighed and glanced to the side.

The place where Dio looked at it was now full of rain, no different from other places.

“... I see, have you also made a choice? So, I wish you good luck and prosperity. ”

He clubbed his staff and walked away slowly.