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It's as if he's on a path of no return there,

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He was in the middle of it, and he still didn't care.

I don't know if it's indifference, a kind of tranquility and calm, or a kind of indifference and not caring.

He couldn't tell the difference at that moment.

He didn't know what he cared about.

He's just going against something in it.

Those who used to be always hated him in that place,

Always crowding him out there.

And my father was disgusted there,

There he tore up his books and stationery,

The father's roar was still there:

"Don't think about how to get fame and fame, and win glory for the family and clan,

But he was always there thinking about opposing the great nobles,

Do you know that if you turn against them,

You and I simply don't have a day to survive and survive.

How overbearing, how unfair, or how undesirable,

It's not your turn to teach a lesson, to give your opinion.

Nor will you tolerate that kind of opposition.

This society has the laws of this society,

The rules of the game are not written by you,

Nature is not something you can tamper with and change.

So, you'd better be good for me,

Even if you don't try to please others,

Naturally, don't provoke others to dislike and hate.

Don't act too different.

It's better for you to follow the crowd and don't often go your own way!"

Falling was there listening, with eyes and coldness,

And at that time, the failure was still a young child,

He did not weep or resist in his father's teachings and teachings,

Nor did he show the slightest hint of disgust and impatience.

He just listened quietly there,

It's just waiting patiently for something, as if there's nothing to wait for.

There was a terrible and terrible thing about his patience, as if in the midst of his quiet patience,

What exists in which the general perishes,

It also seems that there is something in it, which has completely transformed into nothingness.

It's something that is at a loss, and it's like it's hard to follow, it's hard to follow, it's like something that can't be traced and can't be traced in it.

Many, many at a loss, and there seems to be a lot of confusion and confusion in it.

is also in that lot of confusion and confusion endlessly chasing something there,

It seems that in the midst of the infinity is something that cannot be noticed,

He can't care, he can't cherish and cherish anything.

He can only choose to ignore it helplessly,

Choose what you don't care about.

And there he turned around, as if he were in the middle of it about to turn away and turn away.

Just watched his son go away there silently,

It's as if there's nothing to care about your majesty and prestige.

Ye Luokong's father was still angry,

However, under such a scene, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on my heart.

It's as if the warm heart has been poured with cold water there, and there the heart feels cold,

I also felt the ice to the bottom of my heart, and the cold to my heart.

With no choice and hesitation, the father can only sigh there and be helpless.

And when the young boy seemed to be in the midst of it, it was as if he had just begun to step out of his heavy feet and legs, which seemed to be filled with lead,

He still had no choice but to move out of that room one step at a time.

A lot of times, it's not what you want and don't want that you can easily get what you want in it.

In that real life, it is very difficult to get what you want to do in it.

It's as if nothing is possible in it.

It's as if nothing can be traced and controlled.

He hated what he couldn't control.

But in that self-comfort, I also comfort myself that control may not necessarily be a good thing.

In those days when it seemed that if you couldn't eat grapes, you would say that grapes were sour,

He lived in it, and his life seemed to be spent in it.

And this kind of life goes by with the passage of time and time,

It also seems that it is not satisfactory there.

A lot of things don't go well, and it seems that there are some kind of excuses and reasons to look for in them.

What can't be done, and what can't be done,

It also seems that there is a reason for everything,

There will always be a reason, and the fault is always the outside world, and it is always others.

Make excuses for yourself there,

In that self-covering, everything becomes a reason and an excuse in it.

Although you can find what kind of excuses and reasons to find for your own no-and-don't,

At that moment, there was perhaps a joy of victory.

But it is also a short-lived joy.

And after that short period of happiness, he will still be in that long hesitation and trouble, as if lost.