“Sonofabitch！”

“YesorNo？”

Dad usually wouldn't let me into his study until the morning of Father's Day.

The sunlight will reflect the faint light and shadow at a certain time, and the years of sleep are usually particularly charming at this moment, like the young girl who greets her from dawn to dusk, and her appearance makes my heart flutter.

I always have the same dream, and I don't know if it's a good dream or a nightmare, anyway, in my dreams I'm always cutting the head of a huge wooden Lei Gong, and I see the crumbs of broken wood. Of course, I have to admit that I'm a spoiler person, especially when I spoil them, my so-called indirect stuttering gets much better, and it excites me.

It's just a pity that few people like spoilers.

They all say that I am a poet who does not deserve the name, which is naturally a denigration of me, you know, I am the purest poet of this era, there is no one.

Do you think I'm talking big? Of course not, I'm a down-to-earth honest person, I never lie, never!

You know, in such a dull and boring year, I am the only boy who can delight the world through great conjectures, and I boldly guess that there are thirteen months in a year, which is no difference between the agricultural calendar, just a naked fact.

The girls around me are much better than the evil ones around me, and although they have different personalities, they are still beautiful. And when I was studying the so-called comparative literature of Britain and America, I planned that I would include them in my first novel, which seemed to me to be poetic.

The threat to the village from the war in the Malvinas Islands and the influx of gypsies was nothing to me, really! I didn't even care about world peace or not, after all, it was impossible to happen.

I'm sorry for the nine events that happened in Japan, Hong Kong, Sichuan, Mongolia, London, New York, etc., but I'm not a ghost, and no one ghostwrote for me. In addition, I do not know the dreamy mood of No. 9, and I ask for forgiveness. And Mr. Jacob Dezot, to whom I had said I would have written, but I forgot. Still, I hope that his future generations will shine with the sun and the moon. And that romantic picture scroll of six interrelated and independent stories, hidden in the clouds, I remembered and forgot about it.

I'm sorry. I'm Jason Taylor. I'm not a vain person, I have connotations, really! superficial or profound? A lot of people don't understand me, really!

I saw the beautiful and white angels in the green fields stretching their wings, bringing endless hope to dispel the gloom of despair brought by the devil, and the swans with black wings watching over the greatness of human nature and the ripples of life in the warm waves of wheat.

I finally entered my father's study, and thus touched the end of my soul.

“BeforeorAfterLife？”

“NOW―LIFE！”

This novel comes from Kanshu.com