Today's rain began to fall non-stop, sitting in the restaurant drinking tea, everyone came to hide from the rain. There are more crowds but a little stuffy, black, this is a bamboo house is still very quiet, I sit in the bamboo house near the window here, there is still some light here, I look at the remaining water stains on the bluestone slab outside the house, and there are ripples below.

The bonsai placed outside the house is moistened by the rain, the emerald green is very beautiful, and the color is always very relaxed, and I don't like its other meaning.

I remember when I was the king of Hades before, one day a man came to my palace of Hades, and he said that he didn't want to die and wanted to stay here.

I asked him, "It's strange that people who can't die are looking forward to dying in the hope that they can die." ”

He said: "I have lost a lot of people, and I am a scumbag. ”

I didn't speak again.

He continued: "When I was younger, I saw one and loved the other, and I said a lot, but after all, there was no follow-up. ”

He laughed as if he was drunk: "I still lost at the hands of a girl, when she didn't love me, I fell in love with her, she told me that I would experience the same thing in the next life, I was not afraid of anything before, but now it is no more, it may be old, in the twilight of my life, I think of the ridiculous debt of my youth, I am afraid." ”

The beginning of the story is very simple, it is an erotic encounter, the young love is deeply moved, he sends her home with an umbrella on a rainy day, she gives him a sachet, and then it is set for life.

There are many routines to talk about, girls are mostly losers, and a few very simple things moved her, but the man didn't love her, he didn't think about it, he just looked at beautiful things while he was young, and wanted to have it.

What if I'm the exception? It's such a sentence that is destined to lose from beginning to end.

They went to Washe Goolan to watch the opera and listen to the music, rode horses to the suburbs to see the flowers everywhere, and went to eat the food that they knew each other but were very partial, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons passed.

He met another spring in the next spring, and the same thing happened again, this time not on a rainy day, but when the girl's veil fell into the river, he threw himself into the river to pick it up.

Don't intercede when you're young and ignorant, because you don't understand, wait until you're mature enough to fall in love.

The girl thought he was such a stupid boy, and he must have loved me very much if he was willing to go to the soup for the sake of me with a simple handkerchief.

I asked him, "Do you love each one?" ”

He didn't answer, but said, "I like it, because I look beautiful and have a good figure." ”

I asked, "Well...... Have you thought about it later? ”

I asked this question more than once, but he never answered, who said that together it has to be a lifetime. Most of them are looking for a companion, and the final one will never be the one in front of you.

He said, "Don't spend your whole life holding others back, it's tiring. ”

In fact, he replied, he didn't think about it, he just thought that the next one was better and immediately replaced the previous one.

There are many people in this world who meet each other, and there are too many strangers when they turn their heads.

You think I'm weird, just because you don't understand me, and you can't understand it, because we're different.

It is impossible for different people to understand each other, this is a difficult thing, and quarrels are inevitable, because there are too many disagreements, and they all want to converge, that is impossible.

The man in front of me was far away from me, and he still covered his face, and I had never seen him, but when I heard his story, I lost my mind, and I talked empty words, and my words were unfounded.

I just feel that I can't be with anyone yet, even if everyone around me is together, I would rather be single, I don't want to meet immature people, and I don't want to give my immature self to others.

Horizontal and vertical are all injuries, and every stroke is ridiculous.

He still chose to die, he said that maybe this time he would start again, he could choose to take his heart. In the years of abusive affection, affection has become a joke.

I remember reading some of Cangyang Gyatso's words:

I asked the Buddha: Why does it always snow when I am sad?

The Buddha said: Sadness must pass and leave some memories.

I asked the Buddha: Why don't you give all the women the face of the moon and the flowers?

The Buddha said: I gave a clean and clear heart to everyone, but some people made it dusty.

I asked the Buddha: Is it a calamity or a fate?

The Buddha said: Do more happy things with lovers, don't ask if it is a catastrophe or fate.

A rainy day is sad because it's a little cold, and it's cold to be sober.

I settled the bill, turned and walked out, the rain had stopped, but it was still overcast, and a cool breeze was blowing. I don't have an umbrella, but I walk in the rain, which is really an extremely dangerous thing, but I have to go, because every step at this moment, although others do not understand, I must be firm.

I still want to be a god, just like insisting on going out without an umbrella in bad weather, most people will choose to be comfortable, but it is more appropriate for me not to regret it.

I know too well what I want.

I don't want to be a fox, I want to be a god.

I wanted to fully devote myself to the path of the gods, but I was told to talk about it after walking the path of the fox, because I was already on the way.

I rushed back to the fox clan before the rain.

The headache exploded, it was annoying to watch, I really wanted to jump out, but there was really no way, I left too much back road, and in the end I lost the watermelon and picked up the sesame seeds.

Lu Juan threw me a copy of the Great Dictionary of the Gods, and before I could read a few pages, Hu Ying asked me to be the leader of one of the squads. It's really hard to think about, I am doing extremely irresponsible behavior, carrying a lot of opposition, and suspicion and misunderstanding caused by incomprehension, which is a little more painful.

Lingering in the cracks.

I'm still quite courageous, and I'm doing something that you think is ridiculous, but I don't hesitate.

Until one day a fox said to me, "Do you want to be a god?" No way. ”

"Yes." I'm sure.

She continued, "But there are too few gods. ”

I didn't change my words: "But everyone who can be a god doesn't know that he can be a god, according to what you say, everyone gives up because they are not sure, then there is no god." ”

You don't know that what you don't believe in is the only faith that others can live in.

She said, "yes, then you can continue." ”

In fact, everything is my own business, I have the courage to do it, but I don't have the courage to care about anything, they say: you are very strange, you don't understand.

Actually, I used to be the same as you, I just watched some examples in the "Great Canon of the Gods", so I also learned them to do some crazy things, I don't understand by you, but I am very determined.

They said, "You're so strange. ”

They said, "It's not normal." ”

They said, "I feel sick." ”

But I'm not sick, I'm afraid, I've lost, it's miserable, even if it's one in 10,000, I'd rather believe because I can only believe.

A fool who only secretly sheds tears will not be looked down upon, especially if he does something different from others, he will definitely be said.

Because the whole world is forcing us to converge, the aliens deserve to die. I am naturally rebellious, dare to be different, and refuse to be similar because I don't want to be a demon.

Everyone has their own beliefs, some are firm, firm may not be successful, not firm will not succeed.

I can only comfort myself: I was born, I have my own name, my own heart, everything is my own, why should I be the same demon as you? Never, I am who I am, I am only who I am, I live for myself.

I'm my own hero, fighting alone, so the harvest is different. Impulsiveness and hot-blooded are self-taught, and I'm annoyed that people say I'm weird, because we're no different, because we're just different.

Others can be gods, why can't I. The path you are going to take, why am I destined to be the same?

The money in my pocket is limited, I will bargain for a little bit, and I will run a little more because of the savings of one or two taels, but I don't feel ashamed, I am still very proud, you think I am stingy, I think it is saving.

Born different, the way of life is different, I insist on mine, you insist on yours, respect each other and don't criticize, everyone gets along better, if you have to entangle right and wrong, then don't get close to me.

Make space for each other.

People who have everything don't understand people who don't have anything, I don't blame you, then please respect me.

I don't take money from unknown sources and I don't like to owe favors to others, and I'm more frugal, but there are some things that I don't skimp on. And after listening to the small words, I don't turn my face because I don't want to be like a shrew in front of everyone, which is very embarrassing.

I read a story in a previous book:

It is said that when a scholar attended a court feast, there was a man who liked to say something bad about him, and he happened to hear it, so he greeted him with a smile, and the man was ashamed and blushed.

Ah, I did the same thing that day, it turned out that it was not the generosity in the book, this is called hypocrisy.

Are you weird? Where is my strange point, so you think I am strange.

I sneaked out, left everything, and went to the pond with this god ceremony in my arms, and the water in the pond was green, and I couldn't see the bottom, and it would stink because it had just rained.

I always think, especially positive words, strange is a demeaning word, like my own feel special, but either like nature or feel strange.

A heavy rain is drenched in my body, and I feel that the weight and cold of the raindrops will make people feel more sober, I am not unconscious, I just want to go to the body full of bad luck and unwillingness and grievances.

Drenched in dogs, they pointed at me one by one and joked: "She's really sick." ”

I was dumb and silent. Dizzy, my eyes were blurred, it turned out that tears blocked my vision, but fortunately, there was heavy rain, and my sadness was blocked, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

There was always rain, but I didn't have an umbrella, and I didn't have anyone to hold it for me, so I walked home with the eyes of the people you want to see madness, because the faster I ran, the more rain it rained.

So I'm very calm, because I'm used to it. That's how I am. That's why there will be a sentence in the blessing to others: I hope you are waiting for the person holding the umbrella for you, not waiting for the rain to stop.

People who have been in the rain do not have the habit of relying on anyone, because it is too clear that all the difficult days, I have survived all alone, it is good not to step on you, how dare I expect to pull you, I am not waiting for anyone, no one will come.