Some people say that people will be reincarnated after death, and those who do good deeds will be reincarnated, and they will not be sinned in the homes of rich and noble.

And those who do bad things will be distributed to poor families and suffer grievances, and even worse, they can't even throw themselves into the womb, so they go directly to hell, fried and fried, and stabbed and fished.

The world is full of sentient beings, with different personalities, and there is no evil person who does not do a good thing in his life, and there is no good person who does not do a bad thing.

The whole world is a chaotic body of contradictions, and even the purest heart will be contaminated by the haze. What we can do is to live as wonderful and fulfilling as possible in this life in just a few decades, if there is really an afterlife.

Every night comes, loneliness is always around me. This feeling is deeper the older you get, both men and women, and of course the big ones who watch the white pigeons return to their nests.

He often thinks that if people don't do something they really like in their whole life and give all their energy to it, this trip to the world is in vain.

That's what he thinks and he does, even if it seems ridiculous to many, so what, it's enough for him to be willing.

In his hand, he still held a small book that had been turned over many times, this was a diary, the skin was damaged, and the wound was densely bandaged with duct tape, which made this old memory seem very thick, real and down-to-earth.

On the first page, he drew a "one" with a pen, and next to it a small "positive" word, apparently, this was counting.

After he finished writing, he carefully flattened the pages, looked at Juanjuan's handwriting, and couldn't help but feel happy, and closed the book, which had a broken signature on it: Nana's diary.

He lovingly pressed the book against his heart, as if only in this way could he get closer to that feeling, even if he could never grasp it.

There was a dim wall lamp in the room, he didn't know how many days he hadn't turned on the headlights, he was used to this, he couldn't even stand the light on the opposite floor for too long.

On the bed is a "tofu block", an army green bed, an army green sheet, quilts and pillows, and even pillow towels are of this color.

A simple room couldn't be simpler, with a table and a stool, a basin and a thermos on the floor, but a big box solemnly resting at the door.

On the lid was a spotless cloth sheet, such a gorgeous packaging, it seems that it must be very important to him, and it must be a remarkable object.

But who knows, lying here is just a set of patches crawling over, cloth strips scattered beggar's clothes, look closely, you will find that these damages have been carefully treated, even which one has stains, which one has holes are so just right.

He squinted slightly, chewing on his favorite "chocolate" in his mouth, just because it was the first time she gave him something, and it became a daily habit from then on.

The bell is about to ring in two hours, he sets his watch for an hour's alarm, and the black strap has a half-heart-shaped pattern, which is very cute and does not conform to his aesthetics, who makes her like it?

He finally fell asleep slowly, his brows were always locked, and his body twitched a few times from time to time, which made people feel very distressed, and he didn't know what kind of torture this tall body was undergoing.

"Didi, Didi." When I was a child, I hated this kind of sound when I went to school, because as long as I heard it, it meant getting up.

When he was a child, he thought countless times that if he grew up, he would invent something just to eliminate this sound, but now he can't do without this abrasive sound every day.

As the old saying goes, what you can't get is always out of your reach. What you don't want to get jumps into your pocket, and you can't throw it away if you want to.

He quickly filled himself with a compressed biscuit, and a large mouthful of water forced them down their stomachs.

The watch pressed the three-minute countdown, brushed his teeth and washed his face, added makeup, sprinkled the nameless gray face in a small jar on his face, and a completely different face appeared in the small mirror.

Carefully open the big box, put on that annoying beggar outfit, cheer yourself up with satisfaction, and cheer: "The world is so beautiful." ”

The small tape recorder was in his pocket, he closed the door and went downstairs, he was never used to taking the elevator, maybe it was a professional habit, and the former instructor told him to always choose what he could control.

The feet are very light, in fact, there is no one at this point, and the voice-activated light has not woken up yet, and he silently sent the big black man away with his eyes closed.

"Squeak," the downstairs door was a little loud, the light was on, and he frowned, it seemed that it would have to be repaired at night.

Walk to the door on the right, pull out a thread from behind the word Daifuku, with a key tied to the tail, skillfully open the door, and a slight snoring will float over.

Arrange the shoes and hangers at the door, hang the beggars' clothes on the hangers, squeeze the toothpaste and put it on the edge of the sink, pour the water and put it aside.

The towels are carefully folded into symmetrical strips and hung neatly on the towel rack. The disposable cloth was thrown on the floor, and he began to pout his ass and wipe it up part by piece.

The tape recorder brought by the bedside had been turned on, and after a while, the familiar tune came from inside, "Di Lili, Di Li, Di Li, Wait."

The singing gradually became lower, a deep voice sounded, and the big man muttered: "Your name is Hao Na, you are a beggar, you like to go to Century Square to live... ”

Amazingly, what he muttered was exactly the same as the voice on the tape recorder.

The person on the bed rolled a few times but showed no sign of waking up, and when he was about to fall to the ground, the big man pounced on a hungry tiger and lay on the ground in advance, just catching the body that had just fallen.

"Uh, Nana, you've got to lose weight." With a strain on his waist, he just flipped the person above him back onto the bed and wiped the fine sweat from his head.

After cleaning up, I carefully inspected the room again, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, I put the tape recorder back in my pocket, put the disposable wipes and garbage into a bag, and walked backwards back to the door step by step, wiping off my footprints with a wiping cloth as I walked.

Opening the door, he said softly in a voice that only he could hear, "I'll see you later." ”

When he returned to his room upstairs, he thought, am I stupid, I can wear a beggar's clothes to do hygiene, this is the first person in ancient and modern times.

He wrote this down in the small notebook he carried, and a bad pen is always better than a good memory, and walked to the window and looked at his watch.

Finally, there was a big bell of "dong dong dong" outside the window, he opened the window, and after seven sounds, he opened the pigeon cage in front of him, and several pigeons were already rushing to Baiyuntian.

He added a ration of grains to the cage and turned to walk outside.

Came to an intersection a few streets and looked at the few pedestrians on the road in a daze.

"Quack, quack" The big man knew it was time, and he waited for the sound to come near, and rushed out from around the corner, and sure enough, a familiar aroma hit his thick chest.

"I'm sorry, ah," "Smack", the big man skillfully covered his face plate, looking down at the pure face, even the black mole was so pitiful.

"Cortana, are you here?"

"Stinky boy, who are you, do I know you?"

"Cortana, don't make trouble, didn't we make an appointment to go to Century Square to work together?"

Xiao Na tapped her head twice, she really couldn't think of anything, and shook her right hand in a chic manner, "Love whoever you want." ”