Introduction: Since graduating from high school, I have never paid attention to the characters and deeds that moved China, and I have never bought Yilin, astringent novels, two ghost stories of five or one, and I have never admired the moon with anyone in the middle of the night.

。。。 Today, it is completely controlled by a creature called the "hand chicken".

The "Hand Chicken" is a kind of social animal that grows in the vicinity of the dangerous "Rub Wang", with a bright mind and a small size, feeding on the spirit of people, but it is rich in protein, several times that of beef.

If humans want to survive in the vicinity of "rubbing", they must counter-hunt this creature. Come with me, let's try to catch it.

。。 Hey! Caught it! Hand chickens are struggling violently! Just cut off the head and tail of the chicken, and you can eat the rest of the chicken!

Depend on! It tastes like a prawn that has been sitting out for weeks, with only the shell and rotting entrails left, but I have to eat it in order to survive!

…… That's all for this issue, I'm Bel Grylls, see you next time! It's a long time, and it's a short time.

Time wanders like white clouds, one after another, whether it is black, red, green or white, all of them are scattered in all directions, which makes people feel emotional, and also makes people miss from time to time, the most beautiful but memories, the most unforgettable but personal experience.

Now, the sky is dark, the faint falls, as expected, the heart is disturbed by it, but, in a trance, no longer sense, and no longer ruthlessly accompanied, I have changed, better, but more sad: a sentence of hard life, actually spent all my innocent love freedom, this is the real life, is the fate that people should bear.

Do you want to be sad? Or should we rejoice? I don't know, and I can't influence it, but it's a lie to let it be.

Sometimes, it is very close to luck, and sometimes, it is next to sadness, whether it is the helplessness of family affection or the heartache of love, or the lightness of friendship like thin water, it is a mirror image of the world that is reflected.

I want to go back to my childhood, to the past, to the origin, to the fate of yesterday. It's just that the longer you live, the more realistic it becomes, and you understand that this is a utopian fantasy, there is no time in life, there is no NG, life is only live, whether it is wrong, right, regretful, sad, or reluctant, loved, there is no replay, only once, only one lesson.

Postscript: I seem to miss that time in medical school a little. Is it medicine that has transformed my three views, or am I abnormal, maybe both!

Now, on this occasion, in this department, the taste is getting heavier and heavier, and the three views are being refreshed by them more and more, hey, I'm afraid I won't be able to see my pure appearance in the future, I still miss it!