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After Ning Luoyu's matter was resolved, Tian Moxuan immediately took me to the psychiatric hospital to visit his so-called friend.

The kid has been crazy all the time, and he can't stop saying that he wants to be a woman, and he can take it down and wash it.

After coming out of the mental hospital, Tian Moxuan asked me a little nervously:

"Fifth brother, can you cure my friend?"

I glanced at him and shook my head helplessly:

"I can't help it, your friend is definitely not a problem of missing souls, according to my observations...

Tian Moxuan stared at me nervously, and even his breathing was a little unsmooth. I gave him a strange look, and then said:

"He's really crazy!"

Tian Moxuan suddenly leaned back in his chair, his face full of disappointment. I wasn't curious about the story between him and the man, I just wanted to take a good break.

It's been a terrible time, all kinds of things are rushing together, and there is no special normal person in front of me all day, and I even feel a little abnormal between them.

Shen Mo applied for annual leave, and we planned to go out to have fun and relax. Shen Mo didn't know when he became obsessed with rock and roll, and he talked to me all day long about some singers and bands that I had never heard of, saying that those people were playing pure music, and the things that really had a soul were all voices from the soul.

I tried listening to a lot of music, but none of the music could hear the smell of ghosts.

I asked her suspiciously:

"Where is the soul in this? Aren't they all sung by people? It was also sung so ugly, the ghost cried and the wolf howled, like the constipated roar of being wheeled with rice. ”

Shen Mo glared at me angrily, and said with disdain:

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, those who play rock and roll write and compose their own lyrics and music, that's called real soul music! It's really love because you like it! ”

I pouted and didn't speak.

For someone like me who likes to listen to Daolang, it's good not to hum all day long, 'The vast end of the world is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills', and I still expect to be able to understand the voice from the soul?

What I'm interested in is nothing more than which celebrity was photographed again, and then dropped some eye drops and said aggrieved and sad that he was too stupid and naïve, as for art, hehe, fucking art, it's just a glossy skin to cover up a dirty soul.

Sometimes I really hope that there will be a strong enough existence, whether it is a human or a ghost, as long as all the human beings in this world can be destroyed and a real purification, it can be regarded as a justice to nature.

A ghost is just the garbage left behind after death, and if he was a good person in life, even if he died unjustly, he would definitely not become an evil ghost. For example, Qingxian, such as the woman in the village, such as many, many more.

Maybe I've seen too much human filth, but I think ghosts are more simple and cute, and I can do whatever I want. Good is good, evil is evil, undisguised, undisguised, so that you can see at a glance.

In contrast, human hypocrisy should be spurned even more, shouldn't it?

When I was packing up, I took the old computer with me, and although it was still tepid after writing for so long, and few people would read it, I still felt that it was my real stage.

Write all your what you see and think, maybe there will be many people who don't like it, and think it's bad and boring, but there will always be a small number of people who like it.

Even for the sake of the few poor part of the people I like, I have to write it down, perhaps, this is my value!

I originally thought that it would be a music festival and that I would be able to have a seat, but it turned out to be a platform in the wilderness in the suburbs, surrounded by some streamers, and it was all alive. Not to mention chairs, not even a fucking maza.

That time I really fucking opened my eyes and gained a lot of knowledge. It turns out that these people are actually the same nature as us when we write online articles:

At the beginning, you didn't have a dime, so you sang with peace of mind, and when you became famous in this circle, someone might invite you to participate in the event and give you a few hundred or thousands of yuan. It's like we've been writing and writing, and the editor just doesn't sign you up, let alone recommend, and you have to turn to the computer until the computer can't stand it and crashes, so that you can be found in hundreds of thousands of books.

Some people have been singing all their lives and no one knows them, they can't afford to buy a house, they can't afford to buy a car, and even food and clothing are a problem. Some people have written all their lives, and they still have no collections, no subscriptions, and even few fucking clicks that don't cost money.

But what can be done? There is no so-called fairness in this world, and if you want to be fair, then I'm afraid you can only buy a balance and play with it.

But it was only this time that I learned that there is a pure thing in this world, called love!

Some people have to go to work in a restaurant during the day, brush the dishes and wash the dishes, and return to the dark and damp basement at night to hold the guitar alone, just like holding the ashes of their youth, every note is the swan song of life.

The festival lasts for five days, and some people simply set up tents on the grass and sleep in them. It was also at that time that I learned that there was another kind of woman called "Rock Fruit".

It's a pity that although I have some knowledge of rock and roll, I still don't like it, and in the midst of all the screams and shouts, I look extremely different with my computer code in my hand.

Watching Shen Mo scream and laugh with those people, I am sincerely happy for her, at least, she has found her own purity in this dirty world!

The meaning of life is not about the length of time, but about the depth!

No matter how you interpret this statement, I am writing this with a pure heart. Perhaps, when you see this sentence and no longer think of genitals, you will truly find the meaning of your existence in this world!

At the end of the day, Shen Mo's voice was hoarse. Still, she was happy and didn't seem to feel tired at all. In order to make her have fun, I also bought a tent and slept on the grass at night, feeling the relaxation that nature brings us.

At ten o'clock in the morning, I woke up with a soak of urine, and I walked out of the tent in a daze, thinking of fertilizing it on the big tree not far away.

The big tree didn't seem to be short of fertilizer at all, and before it could get closer, a strong smell of urine came to its nose. As soon as I unbuckled my trouser belt and escaped, a figure suddenly flashed behind the tree, and I ran away without looking back, and I saw half a white and tender ass, and a red T-back hidden in the gap....

"I'm grass, and I'm so unrestrained. . . ."

I muttered over and over again as I let go of the stock in my bladder.

Suddenly, a black figure flashed out of the corner of his eye, the speed was extremely fast, and he went straight to the stage, which was not at all beyond the reach of human beings.