Every night I meet you, I can't sleep like a star in the sky.

……

"Is it okay to draw now?" The master pointed to the stack of cases in front of Lin Chuan.

"Okay." Lin Chuan said lightly and nodded.

He pressed his handprints one by one and signed his name, and he was also the person who drew the most, the fastest, and the most obedient in the past.

……

It took Lin Chuan a long time to sign the cases in front of him one by one, even longer than the time to write credit.

In fact, many people don't know what Lin Chuan is thinking, and no one really knows what he is thinking.

Actually, his idea was very simple.

"Nothing comes, nothing goes, in the middle of the process, saying that loss is to lift yourself, just return the borrowed things, lend out the things stored here, nothing really belongs to yourself, spread your palms, clench your fists, this is all there is to life."

It is true that nothing belongs to you forever, whether it is a person or a thing, or a relationship, it will be lost one day.

What we should do is to clench our fists when fate comes, and spread our palms calmly when fate is leaving.

So why live, there is no point.

Lin Chuan was now like a fish, a fish that the wisher had taken the bait, and he wanted to know what it would be like for him to give up on himself, and what it would be like if he made himself the worst.

"Young Master Lin, please."

When Lin Chuan had drawn all the ten years of cases, the master raised his hand at Lin Chuan with a smile on his face, and pointed to the two officials who were holding shackles and shackles in their hands.

These were prepared for Lin Chuan, who was now half a dead man.

Behind the two servants was a shackled officer.

Lin Chuan took a step forward, closed his eyes and let the servants put all kinds of things on his body.

I have to say that the knives and water and fire sticks in this county government are all old, and these shackles and shackles are just as old as antiques buried in the ground.

If Lin Chuan was a little stronger, the county order would really be worried that these things would not be able to trap him, but looking at this kid's thin and small look, the county order was not worried at all.

"These things are uncomfortable to death, can you not bring them?" Lin Chuan frowned, not to mention the heaviness of these things, but also because they were rusty and rough after being left in the dark and damp warehouse for a long time, it was indeed a disguised torture to carry on his body.

"Well, of course not." The master smiled evilly, now Lin Chuan is not important in his eyes at all, as long as he doesn't die in his own hands, let alone let him escape, so his attitude is completely different from just now, and Lin Chuan has become an uncle and has become a prisoner again.

Does it make sense to die like this?

It doesn't make sense.

Does it make sense to live like this?

It doesn't make sense.

There is no meaning, it is a meaning in itself.

Lin Chuan is like this, he will do whatever he thinks, no matter whether this matter is meaningful or not, as long as he wants to, he will do it, maybe he will take care of it sometimes, but when he has more important things in his heart, there is nothing to take care of.

By yourself, is the best state.

Maybe Lin Chuan wants to leave this world for a while, and then come back and start again.

Lin Chuan thought about it and understood, and he was not angry, he knew that he was not qualified to make a request now, so it was better to let himself be a decent death criminal.