Zhang Jianqiang, his undead brain dominates his moving body, dancing in this earthly world.

There was a cold winter, and he wandered the frozen streets with his mind every day.

In the spring, he walked with his thoughts, and every step he took shortened the distance on the road of life.

He worked hard to trude on the road of life.

At this time, he imagined that he was dead.

He came to the underworld, he was far away from his beautiful girlfriend Lie Hong, who had together before, although he was closely attached to him in the world, but, when she died, the beautiful thought she had not yet broken free, he felt that his love with her was not pure, a man, the most precious thing in life is the first woman, since, you have had a love with her like a song, but you don't cherish it, and she is separated, how many tears can't be changed, only to the underworld, alone, to wait for her. Can't live, can't live in the world, the underworld must work, choose self-cultivation, wait for her, a few years later, when she comes to the underworld, see everything about him, will be moved, perhaps, two people can renew the front edge in the underworld, he thought, he will be accompanied by Yingge, let life, let live, these few good friends together, he refused to work with him in the world to do beautiful friends.

Zhang Jianqiang thought a lot, beautiful thoughts, have disappeared in his mind, what remains is his own ideology,

The strange idea is the one that has been bothering Zhang Jianqiang since he got on the flying saucer.

When his cousin asked him what he wanted, he said, "I thought that after I died, I would wait for her and continue my relationship." The cousin asked, "Who are you waiting for, waiting for my cousin?" Zhang Jianqiang did not answer his cousin's question, he just looked at her for a long time, although he was watching, but his eyes were scattered somewhere. "It's better to die than to live, when something happens, we all want to open up, and there is no smooth road in life." A paragraph from her cousin, Zhang Jianqiang seems to have heard it somewhere, this is not what she said at all, this sentence is so vulgar that even children often hang it on their lips.

Flying saucers fly in space. Leaving the land, the floating brain thinking made Zhang Jianqiang's heart calm down a lot, beautiful thoughts, great immortal thoughts, Shunma has disappeared in his mind, he felt a little flustered at this time, because, his cousin fell into his arms, he felt that she in his arms was very strange, when he hugged Nana's cousin, although Nana didn't see it, how to explain it when he saw Nana.

He pushed her away, and his cousin asked him, "What's the matter, are you sick, you bother me so much during the day, why do you hug me at night."

Zhang's strong brain floated to the point where his mind immediately calmed down after his cousin's guidance, and the beautiful spirit, the spirit of the Great Immortal, returned to his mind.

The two thoughts were still trapped Zhang Jianqiang, he hugged his cousin tightly, hugged him tightly, he was afraid that she would disappear from his arms, he asked her: "Could it be that after the "brainwashing" of people, the previous state in the mind will disappear forever?" My cousin was surprised and said, "How can you ask about this, is there something wrong with your brain?" Zhang Jianqiang told her that something was indeed wrong, and her mind was not in the state it was in before the "brainwashing" when she was sober for a while. After a while, it became the spirit of the present, that is, the two spirits of beauty and great immortal are always in the mind, and the cousin smiled and said, "I feel that it is better than the original now, and I am armed with a variety of spirits, how proud of it, don't think about it, my cousin-in-law." "Two people who shouldn't have hugged each other like this, what kind of spirit makes him so sweet with her? Is it the spirit of love? Is it the spirit of beauty? Or the spirit of Daxian?

There is only one answer, it is the spirit of pyramid schemes, whether you can accept it or not, this spirit has swept all corners of society, people, if they are young, if they are beautiful, if they are rich, people who have not yet had a lot of money should be vigilant and beware of being brainwashed.

The flying saucer stopped on the runway of the airport, and Zhang Jianqiang hugged his cousin and walked out of the airport with the flow of people.

There are two people who pick them up outside, one is specially to pick up her cousin, that is, Nana in the palace sent someone to pick up her cousin to the palace, and the other person is Du Juan, who picked up Zhang Jianqiang, she didn't want to come at the time, because Zhang Jianqiang was with her cousin, but the love in her heart prompted her to come to the airport.

Zhang Jianqiang pulled Du Juan in front of his cousin, and the two women looked at each other, "Hello, my name is Du Juan." Du Juan spoke first, "Hello, I'm Zhang Jianqiang's cousin." The cousin said with a smile.

The two women wanted to make their words clear, but the cousin was picked up by someone sent by Nana, leaving her with a refreshing smile.

In the square outside the airport, Zhang Jianqiang and Du Juan hugged tightly, the state of the lovers when they reunited, the sweetness when the lovers wanted to get together, boldly showing in front of everyone, kissing for a long time, not afraid of any crowd passing by.

How high the sky really is, they don't know.

The bold Du Juan, when she threw herself into the arms of her favorite Zhang Jianqiang, her trembling chest secretly told him why her heart was beating wildly.

He understood everything about another woman, as if he understood another question, why he was able to capture their hearts, because they were all women, and he was a man.

No matter how beautiful their faces are, their hearts are the same, women's hearts beating wildly.

On the way home, walking slowly, Zhang Jianqiang hugged Du Juan and walked towards her house.

On the streets of spring, the crowd is crowded, it is not yet dark, walking on the street without a dark day, the two of them do not feel lost, because the hearts of young people are bright, no matter when, as long as there is love in their hearts, there is a goal sprint on the road of life.

My cousin came to the palace, my cousin Nana came out to greet her, now, Nana is already the female king of the underground Mayan country, my cousin's heart is very worried, before, Nana was a strong woman, she and her, the class is different, now, Nana is a female king, and she is an unemployed person, she is engaged in a great immortal, how should I call her. "Hello, cousin, you miss me". Nana said this sentence in front of everyone, very affectionate, very warm, not at all the tone of a queen, like a former cousin, "Hello, my majesty the king". The cousin solemnly saluted the king, and Nana stepped forward and took the hand of the dwelling!"What kind of salute, it's all family, right, cousin."

Maybe they forgot that she and her body had been waved by a man, that person was Zhang Jianqiang, let them close their eyes and think about how much love, how much hate, how much it had happened, yesterday, today, and how many days were infinitely missed, and they had browsed their hearts and minds.

Two women, who have served a man together, have no hatred, Nana buries her love deep in her heart and is silent, and her cousin shows her outside as an example.

An outward love, a wordless love, a cousin, a cousin, both of them love one person very deeply - Zhang Jianqiang.

Nana wanted to tell her cousin what she was thinking, how much she wanted to relinquish her imperial power to her brother, and wait until that time to remarry Zhang Jianqiang, because the single life is too difficult, too difficult, and too no one understands the bitterness in her heart.

She thinks that she is still the same as before, you are busy with you, I will guard mine, you will communicate, you will share, I will wait for you, and enjoy the immortal love in our hearts together.

Nana thought of this, her eyes were already hazy with tears,