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Poverty, wealth, longevity, short-livedness, or pain, or happiness.

Langhua City, as its name suggests, is so gorgeous, there is wealth in this world, then there is corresponding poverty, no matter how hard everyone works, it is impossible for everyone to become rich, there are always some people who are destined to be poor or miserable.

In fact, what people are most afraid of is poverty and suffering, because poverty and pain deeply hurt everyone's self-esteem.

When the sun rises in the east, it shines warmly on every corner of this bustling city, whether it is the poor, the rich, the sick, the happy, or the sad, can enjoy its brilliance.

In one corner of the city, a tired young man in a shabby black robe leaned against a corner.

The young man looked like he was feeling like firewood, and his long hair had obscured his face, so that it was impossible to see what he looked like.

But it didn't matter what he looked like, the important thing was that the people who walked by him knew that the boy was a beggar.

Because in front of this beggar there was a worn-out rice bowl, and in this rice bowl there were so many copper coins.

Boom!

A beautiful woman in a long red dress threw a copper coin into the beggar's rice bowl, and the copper coin made a crisp sound, in fact, with the copper coin that the beautiful woman threw in, there were only three copper coins in the young man's bowl.

When he heard the sound of the copper coin hitting the bowl, the beggar's eyes twitched slightly.

It was the first time in a long time that his eyes had fluttered so much.

After a twinkle in his eyes, the boy regained his composure.

Even the footsteps of the surrounding pedestrians walking one after another, even the sound of the surrounding cars and horses, could not attract the slightest attention from the young man.

There was a dead silence in his eyes, or rather a memory.

His name is Guanghao, he was not a beggar before, and he was the son of a first-class official in the imperial court, but now he has become a beggar.

What a glorious man he was, if there were no accidents, after the death of his parents, according to the hereditary system, then he should also be a first-class official, although he did not know a word, not even his own name.

As for why he didn't write his name, it was because he wasn't interested, and he never bothered to do things he wasn't interested in before.

If there is no accident, he will always live a prosperous and wealthy life, he will have many concubines, and he will also have a lot of pig friends and dog friends in interests.

When you think about that kind of day, it is really leisurely and happy.

But the reality is that now he is a begging for food.

The reason why he asked for food was actually the biggest reason because his father was a clean official in the court when he was an official, and they all said that it was not easy to be a corrupt official, and it was even more difficult to be a clean official, and if you want to be a clean official, you must have a much smarter brain than a corrupt official.

Guang Hao believes that it is precisely because when his father was an official that his brain was not as flexible as a corrupt official, and he was a clean official, not a corrupt official, so he couldn't play the rest of the corrupt officials, and he was framed by those corrupt officials.

His father was an official all his life, but in the end, he was charged with corruption by the imperial court, and that crime was to punish the nine clans.

On the day of the Jiu Clan, it was because Guang Hao and a few pig friends and dog friends went out of the city to play, so he escaped, but since then, he has become a wanted target.

After knowing that he was punished by the Nine Clans, his pig friends wanted to expose him, looking at the eyes of those pig friends, he knew what those pig friends wanted to do, so he took the first step and killed those five pig friends.

The feeling of killing people was indeed a little scary for him, especially when he watched the feeling of blood constantly floating in the air, sprinkled on his face, and sprinkled on his body.

Yes, it is stimulus, and in the stimulus there is a kind of despair of life.

At that time, he began to be a little confused about life, but life told him that he couldn't be confused, and he still had to go on.

People don't understand what they live for, but they just want to live.

So at that time, he got a beggar outfit, and then asked for food on the street, even if he was a wanted officer and soldier, he wouldn't care about him as a dirty and smelly beggar.

As a person with no relatives, loneliness, and no dignity, it stands to reason that he should die, indeed, he also thought about dying several times, but when he walked to the river and wanted to jump into the river, he did not have the courage.

When he walked to the castle tower and wanted to jump off the castle tower and say goodbye to the world, but his heart was pounding, and the speed of the beating was very fast, and he did not have the courage to die.

When he stole a kitchen knife and tried to wipe his neck himself, he just wiped a shallow wound on his neck, and the wound was very painful, very painful, and he still didn't have the courage.

He suddenly discovered that in fact, in this world, death is the most terrible, he does not have the courage to die, even as a beggar, even if he has no relatives, he is lonely, lonely, and cold to live, he has to live.

Perhaps, if you live like this, so that one day you will die of illness or old age, and then death will be like sleeping, and it will not be so painful.

Yes, many times when he was on the street with the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed, he thought that maybe he could sleep forever, so how good it would be, and how good it would be if death could be like sleeping.

He likes the thoughtless feeling when he sleeps.

But often reality and ideals are opposite, and the next day, he opened his eyes again, and he had to face hunger, cold, loneliness, and loneliness.

Now, Guang Hao is still so lonely, leaning against the wall lonely, his eyes are still so dead and silent, it has been a year since he asked for food, and he can't find the meaning of life at all.

In his senses, being alive may be a meaning.

Suddenly, a luxurious carriage drove down the wide street, and the carriage was inlaid with gold and precious stones, and even the horses were the noblest and most robust horses.

Around the carriage, hundreds of guards armed with long knives escorted them.

"Lord Shangshu's 'tsunami' parade, passers-by saluted. ”

Suddenly, a sturdy guard leader at the front couldn't help but roar.

In this roar, the passers-by, whether men, women, children, or young people, all hurriedly knelt on their legs, and then said respectfully: "Meet Lord Shangshu." ”