When he returned home and threw the bag of powder from Huang Mao to the table, Lu Ziyin buried his body in the soft sofa, not knowing what to think, "It seems that I have all the pornography, gambling and drugs, and when a person falls into the dark edge of society, if you don't look for it yourself, these things will also come to the door." ”

Lu Ziyin stood up and stretched his waist to light the fire, and the gloomy room was filled with flames in an instant. Smoke curled up on the table, Lu Ziyin took a deep breath, and soon he fell into a state of lightness, and slowly everything in the world became beautiful, and a ghost appeared in front of him, and his consciousness became illusory and ethereal

Ah, the extreme pleasure is constantly venting, Lu Ziyin only feels that his heart is constantly on fire, a lot of sweat is constantly discharged, and his body seems to have inexhaustible strength, this feeling Lu Ziyin has not experienced for a long time, full of hope. , as if I saw the kind expressions of my parents again, Zhang Yuanyi's last smiling face, and Yujia's deep confession.

When I closed my eyes, the illusory people in front of me still appeared, and the angel also appeared, he seemed to have become the master of the world, and everything had to crawl at my feet, it was too illusory and addictive, and once it was dyed, it was a melancholy that I couldn't quit.

A few months later, the bills are like flowing water, 100,000, million, 10 million, the demand for fans is getting stronger and stronger, sometimes he will go to heaven and earth with his friends to completely indulge, of course the money Lu Ziyin has paid it, a big guy can't solve the needs of his friends, what kind of big guy is it.

Time flies. Fast enough to turn a rich man into a poor man. The gold and silver mountains can't withstand Lu Ziyin's profligacy.

……

In a blink of an eye, in the dilapidated house, Lu Ziyin was pacing around the room, making a phone call.

"Hey, Scar, I borrowed some money from me to save the emergency, and I'll pay you back." Lu Ziyin's face was gray and yellow, and he said into the phone.

"Master Lu, no, Xiao Lu, my scar is the most friendship, but my brother has no spare money in his hand now, and when he gets rich that day, he will definitely borrow you, and hang up first."

And then it came, Dididi. Lu Ziyin gritted his teeth and gurgled, as expected, but he still didn't expect it to be so crisp, he still underestimated the wickedness of human nature and the weakness of will.

They used to be like a bunch of parasites pestering Lao Tzu, but now when Lao Tzu is down, he throws off people one by one and doesn't recognize people, damn, in this world, if you have money, you have to provide it, if you don't have money, it's garbage, and if you don't have it, you have to roll away.

But Lu Ziyin still didn't give up, the addiction and thirst in his heart were unbearable, and he urged Lu Ziyin to quickly light the lighter, but it was difficult for the clever woman to cook without rice, Lu Ziyin made several calls while she was still sober, all of them were shirks. Even the honest and loyal little yellow hair blacked him out.

Lu Ziyin looked at the balance in his mobile phone, thirty-seven yuan two, and the house had been mortgaged a few days ago, and in a few days, someone would come to collect it, and he was going to live on the streets, and the brilliant actor ended up like this. It's embarrassing and ordinary, as the so-called feng shui takes turns, and the sky spares whom.

I was forced to quit for several days, and now Lu Ziyin is lying on the bed weakly, only to feel that the ghost of the Tao has appeared in front of him, and the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart is like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, and the depths of the bone marrow are like tens of thousands of ants gnawing on it, and the pain is incomparable. That feeling crept in, stronger and stronger. Strong to suffocate, strong enough to want to sin.

Lu Ziyin rolled around on the bed in pain, convulsions in his body, curled up in a ball, trembling like epilepsy, looking like he was about to return to the West.

The unbearable torment, Lu Ziyin had difficulty breathing every time, panting heavily, looking at the damp bathroom coldly, he got up from the bed, one step, two steps, walked to the door, pushed the door into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, boom, cold water poured down, and he was alive like a chicken in soup, the cold to the bone made Lu Ziyin sober up a little, and continued to fight against addiction with difficulty.

At this time, there is a mirror in front of the bathroom, which glows coldly.

The reflection in the mirror is already haggard, the original sturdy body is skinny, the eyes as sharp as a knife have withered, and the skin is wrinkled like an octogenarian. Only the hair was still pale black, but thinning. He is not human, but he looks as hideous as a hungry ghost from hell.

Staring at himself in front of him, he looked at it for a long time, the cold water was still constantly washing over the broken body, and slowly he had forgotten that the desire kept pouring out of his heart, and the onset of addiction was helpless for him, and it was time for a humble person to say goodbye to the world!

He packed his belongings, it was time to leave this dilapidated little house, it was time for me to wander, it was time for me to find my home, it was time for me to find my death.

Maybe he was hit by a car that day, maybe he starved to death that day, maybe he died in the cold midnight that day, maybe he understood himself that day, but it didn't matter, he had lived enough.

The door of the little dilapidated house clicked open, and a haggard figure stepped out of it, and a homeless man became a beggar, and the shadow grew longer and longer, and in the blink of an eye it had disappeared in the dim light.

The messy pace walked on the road at four o'clock in the morning, when the sky was just dawning, perhaps pregnant with hope.