"Compared with Zhao Jinglei, you are too bad, it's sad to think about you, you were born with this heaviest burden, and you have a Lao Tzu who is destined to be beyond in this life, but fortunately he died early." The ten fingers clenched by the child crackled, and the sound was coherent and a little panicked.

"I've heard the name Zhao Jinglei too many times, but I've never seen this person, I only know that this person is my own Laozi, but so what? I have never carried the so-called baggage you have never carried, I am a selfish person, I only do what I have to do, my life is too short, I can't take care of so much, and I don't need it. Perhaps gradually getting used to the breathless momentum of this little child, Zhao Kuang said unhurriedly, not arrogant or impatient, intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiao Tong looked at Zhao Kuangran, who spit out this string that was not shocking, his eyes slowly narrowed slightly, and his gaze at Zhao Kuangchao was not like looking at a horse monkey, it seemed that this young man was not the same as what he imagined, what was passed on by the outside world, and what he saw for the first time.

The boy suddenly wanted to say something to the young man.

"A day later, at the time of your wedding, I have to make a decision with the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce at Yanzi Pass, but unfortunately you can't catch up." Xiao Tong said with some regret, he witnessed Zhao Jinglei's death, who witnessed his death? If he could, Xiao Tong hoped to be the descendant of this Zhao Jinglei, and it seemed that this descendant was not too bad to be in the wrong direction.

Listening to the news that throwing it in Beijing can cause a lot of waves, Zhao Kuangran did not show too much surprise, the same as Xiao Tong, his face also had a faint regret.

"You know what? This era is not really an era. Xiao Tong waved his hand, as if to spread this depressing topic, Zhao Kuang is facing death, how can he be a child, but if a man is facing the frightened legs that must be faced, it is too unseemly, a man can suppress a qiē, what should be suppressed, what should not be suppressed, all suppressed into his own heart.

"How?" Zhao Kuangran felt that what this little boy said was very similar to a person, but he couldn't think of who that person was, and it wasn't until later that Zhao Kuangran remembered that the person was blown off by an unknown person.

"It's like at this moment, you see the Zhuo family, you can't escape, but you don't know that Beijing is scraping ※dǐng※diǎn※小※ saying, .♂.o$s_(); What bloody wind and rain, the Zhuo family is your cage and your shackles. The boy gestured his hands, very vividly, but the bird trapped in the cage was very sad and pathetic.

Zhao Kuang ran a slight diǎn head, wanting to listen to Xiao Tong continue.

"And we, fighting to the death for grievances, every day when we open our eyes, we have to think about who we want to kill and who we want to kill, these things are our shackles." The boy gestured to himself.

Zhao Kuangchao suddenly, I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that this little boy who has a huge gap with himself is no longer so out of reach, and what he sees is still a bird.

"The people of this prosperous metropolis are looking at Beijing, they can't do without Beijing, they are born here, old age, sick and die, those who have a long-term vision, they are looking at this era, and then go with the flow to find the pros and cons, but outside this era, what is it?" Xiao Tong bit the last sentence very heavily, and asked Zhao Kuangchao word by word, what is outside this era.

Often people forget who they are because a play is too deep into the play, but he at least knows that it is a play, it is fake, it is a ridiculous thing, and people at that time think that the people in the audience are reality.

And that's not.

Zhao Kuangran was suddenly touched by something, and felt that Xiao Tong was a little majestic at this moment, like a wise man, this is no exaggeration, at least Xiao Tong looked at more things than he watched.

"They created this era, the Zhuo family, grievances, Beijing, the times, are all child's play, they are not the audience, but we are the play, so I want to overturn this qiē, this river and lake, it should become a river and lake." Xiao Tong said, some touches on the scene, or this sentence can summarize his life, this is what a drama wants to implement in the end after discovering that the audience is not the audience, some absurd, some crazy, but if he doesn't do it, he will regret it for the rest of his life, and he will not be a child.

Is it a day outside of this era? Zhao Kuang thought wildly, although there was a feeling of being brainwashed by this child, but those things that could not penetrate into the hearts of the people, no matter how eloquently depicted they were, could not penetrate into the hearts of the people.

Zhao Kuangran couldn't imagine what was outside of this era, but there was only one thing he could be sure of and affirm, and that was those things, when they touched, that is, when the lies of this huge era and his fate ended.

Thinking about this, and then looking at the little boy in front of him, Zhao Kuangchao felt a trace of pathetic for no reason, could it be that a little person wants to implement something, but he can only take his own life?

"You" Zhao Kuang was a little speechless, or couldn't find any words to describe his thoughts at the moment.

"Don't be surprised, I'm just a small push in the long river of history." Xiao Tong laughed loudly, he understood that Zhao Kuangran in front of him didn't regard him as a madman, just didn't treat him as a sarcasm, Xiao Tong felt that this was enough, those who understood didn't need to explain, and those who didn't understand didn't need to explain.

"And me?" Zhao Kuang muttered indiscriminately, when he thought that he had reached the end of this incomparably long road of life, such a little boy suddenly popped up, as if he was referring to the diǎn maze and told him a big basket of words to make him forget his life.

When hatred comes to an end, is it a destination, or does it start again? And now that I am here, do I still have the capital to continue to climb up?

"Ruth is your choice." Xiao Tong smiled, diǎn up to now, he has no right to choose for Zhao Kuang, and he can't bear that responsibility.

For the definition of life, just like the definition of success, there will never be an accurate answer, someone is rich, then rich is his life, some people are for travel, then the north and south of the river is his life, some people are for the creation of zào, then the world is his life.

Even the richest person in the world does not have a right reason to laugh at a beggar, because money is such a thing, some people use it as elixir, some people treat it as dung, when you think you have become the richest person in the world, maybe in the eyes of others, you are just a shell.

"Ghost King, the Zhuo family's courtyard is not something you can step in if you want to." Jacky Wang's voice broke this disease-free conversation.

The little boy got up, and at the door stood Wang Xueyou, who was staring at him.

Only then did Zhao Kuangran understand that this guy who had a long talk with him had actually mixed into this Zhuo family courtyard, but thinking about the strength of the man in front of him, it seemed that this was not a difficult thing to climb to the sky.

"Don't you think it's too late?" Xiao Tong looked at Jacky Wang, and it seemed that he didn't mind being discovered.

Jacky Wang clenched his fists and rushed forward, when he suddenly felt something hit the back of his neck, and Jacky Wang fainted before he turned his head to see who was shooting at him.

"Thirteen, how did you let such a pawn come in and sweep my Yaxing." The little boy said with a smile.

The bald man in the tunic said expressionlessly: "This person is a practitioner, and a hard fight with him can only attract more people." ”

Xiao Tong silently diǎn diǎn head, waved his hand at Zhao Kuang and said: "Zhao Kuang chaos, there will be a period later." ”

Zhao Kuang silently diǎn diǎn head, trying his best to control his urge to follow this little boy away.

"Can you take me out of here?"

It was not Zhao Kuanglan who said this, but the woman, Jasmine.

Xiao Tong looked at this woman whose eyes were blank and inexplicably gave people a feeling of vulnerability.

Zhao Kuangran also looked at it, maybe this is the only chance for this woman to leave here, although this little boy may not be a good person, but he will definitely take her away.

"I'm not Avalokiteshvara." Xiao Tong arched his hand, looked at the woman's godless eyes, looked at the gradually bulging belly, and finally stopped at Zhao Kuangran, who wanted to speak and stopped, as if he understood something.

"Just because I owe you a favor, take her away." Zhao Kuang said nonsense, although this is not necessarily a correct decision, it will definitely not be a regrettable decision.

Xiao Tong smiled and said: "You are a favor, I'm afraid I can't afford it, but I will take her away, not because of how pitiful she is, nor because of your Zhao Kuangchao's favor, it's just that I want this Beijing to be more chaotic, all Zhao Kuangchao, and you, don't need to feel that they owe me anything, I just did something for myself." The boy said, glancing at the bald head beside him, and the bald man picked up Jasmine gentlemanly and disappeared into the night with the boy.

Zhao Kuangran watched the woman who finally had something round leave, maybe when she walked out of the Zhuo family, she would change from life to survival, but at least she had the most precious and precious thing in the world, that is, freedom, free life, free death.

didn't say goodbye, maybe those things that should be said and shouldn't be said were left in my heart, maybe Zhao Kuangchan would never meet her again in his life, but to watch her leave this shackle, Zhao Kuangchan felt that it was enough.

Zhao Kuang looked at Jacky Wang, who was still unconscious on the ground, silently returned to the room, closed the door, and lay down on the comfortable bed that would often make people insomnia or sleepless.

Zhao Kuang closed his eyes, he had never slept so peacefully, he didn't know the future, he didn't know tomorrow's wedding, and it wasn't the swallow pass, but he saw something called home.

Outside the house, angry people, frightened people, helpless people, extremely noisy, but despite this, Zhao Kuangran still fell asleep, what was waiting for him?