In one room, two men and a woman are drinking coffee.

"Why, you say, do I always find it so hard to do something?" asked the bald man.

The bald head pondered for a moment, "Do you want to hear the truth or lie?"

"Honestly, of course. The scumbag replied.

"To tell the truth, it is too domineering, as long as it is not in line with your own wishes, you will directly suppress it by force. Being too good at hitting people is sometimes not a good thing. ”

The scumbag raised his eyebrows, "Am I so domineering?"

The bald head lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, with a smile on his face, "Actually, I think you must have been robbed by him." It's just that you forgot what you were robbed of. ”

"After you were robbed by him, you also started to rob others. Grab once, grab more is counted, and if you don't have an expiration date, you can grab someone less. Everyone else is afraid of being robbed by you, and they don't want to work anymore. So you will find it difficult, and when you find it difficult, you will get used to using force to suppress others. ”

The scumbag was a little confused, "Have I been robbed by him?"

"There must be, that's why there was the first dispute, and the result of the dispute was that she began to repent. Then there was the first scrupulous, and the result of the scramble was that he felt that he had been killed in the case of a stable victory. The whole one of the lore is a little gutless. The bald head pointed at the woman.

"She's back, too, and you don't have to self-exile in this place where birds don't. Yah has already been a man, how many things did he cause when he didn't want to be a man?"

The scumbag was silent for a long time, and sighed, "Alas, a breath can be blocked like this! ”

"Then if you are self-exiled like this, you will not have a chance to get out of the gas blocked by others! If you are always robbed by you, and you have no chance to get angry, others will be angry with you to death. It's always inexplicably hanging up, who can stand it?"

"So what should I do?" asked the scumbag.

"Heaven should return to earth. ”

The scumbag man looked at the woman, and the woman nodded, "Okay, but it's a huge project." ”

There was some sympathy on the bald face, "Life will be sad." ”

"It's not scary to see your future, you will be afraid of it in the future, and you will have something you like, and you won't be afraid when you look at what you like. The woman replied.

"I'm a little curious, what kind of image do they have in the hearts of people like you?" the scumbag stared at the bald head.

The bald head picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, "Her charm lies in the right of veto." The veto is only a vote of confidence accumulated by numerous riots and mutinies. For him, I don't really want to say anything. It's just that sometimes it's annoying, and the problem is that if I'm targeted by him, I'll get hairy. The pattern is evolving to one emperor, one unification, one repair, and one king. ”

"Let's go!" the bald head got up and raised his left arm in farewell.

"It's actually you, the one who killed a thousand knives!" the woman stood up suddenly, "How many things did you rob us of in the first place!"

The bald head turned around and ran away, "I can't help it." At that time, they were * ruthless. ”

The woman wanted to chase after her, but the scumbag grabbed her, "The days are long! Let's choose a place to settle down first. Which one to choose?"

"By the river, life will be easier. ”

"Good. ”

Heaven, slowly falling