That big man is immersed in the world of wine and sex every night. He is not a Hollywood star, he is just a speck of dust that has to be stored in the world, floating randomly but aimlessly. The soul that has been completely corrupted by the lowest tastes of wine and color has long since disappeared. A walking corpse cannot perceive the guilt of murder and arson, and cannot perceive the guilt of the rancid evil deeds that corrode the world.

The bar, the disco bar, the K bar, drinking, shaking, and roaring are just the nerves of a walking corpse that are unwilling to fail, trying to embody the messy tremor of existence.

The opposite chase, the enemy is bright and I am dark. After nearly two weeks of reconnaissance, the habits and routines of the two big men have been well understood. Duan Yi no longer hesitated, the punishment of the villain must be timely, he was afraid that time would wash away the hatred of his good nature. A drunkard and a thief must act tonight, not for the narrow hatred of their hearts, but for the sake of one less family. Yes, we have to act tonight.

The big man staggered out of the bar's glass door and cursed at the clear glass that had touched his head. Walking down the avenue and turning into the alley, he turned back suddenly, feeling a chill down his spine, which must be due to the wine.

It must have been the wine, and the big man heard a hey in the dim alley. He didn't think so, until the second sound sounded.

It must have been the wine, and the big man found a pale, scarred face the moment he turned around. This face shouldn't be here. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the alcohol-stimulated apparition, and even closed his eyes deeply.

It all helped, and the face and figure were steadily reflected in his dilated pupils.

Maybe it wasn't because of the wine, but the big man heard a deep voice.

"It's so cold in the cave, let me out-"

It is estimated that the supernatural event triggered the cerebral infarction and myocardial infarction, and the big man fell to the ground in response, and his demented face showed a permanent frozen panic.

The other big guy wasn't so idiotic. When the scene is concocted in the same way, I don't know whether it is out of fear of the unknown or out of a threat to a known person, this big man is like an alert bison, pulling his legs and running.

For those who practice martial arts, this is a taboo on the spot, unless there is absolute certainty to completely throw off the opponent. The entire defenseless back is completely exposed under the opponent's punches and feet. The man running in the same direction in front and back, the relative movement at the moment of approaching, can be understood as stationary, this man quietly waiting for a heavy punch from behind.

The big man dog ate and lay on the ground, and instantly turned over and kicked back. Duan Yi followed the big man's back-kick and sent a bouncing kick in the same direction, and the big man let out a sigh and fell to the ground again. Duan Yi pressed his elbow against the back of the big man's neck and twisted his right hand with lightning speed. The big man screamed in pain.

"Who's behind you?" Duan Yi said coldly.

"You can't mess with him, as long as he is fancied, no matter how fat, thin, beautiful or ugly, he will win." The big man's voice was full of despair.

"Why are you so ruthless that you have to put people to death?"

"He is the ruthless person, and he will do whatever it takes."

"Who is he?" Duan Yi intensified his efforts to reverse the twist, and he hated small talk about irrelevant topics the most.

"His dad is Lee—"

A sharp and subtle wind sounded in his ears, and Duan Yi was startled and retreated. The big man on the ground was already lying on his stomach, with a flying knife stuck in his neck, and his side face on the ground appeared a smile that seemed to be soothing and weird, but it had been permanently frozen.

"Mom, Xiao Li Flying Knife," Duan Yi couldn't help but exclaim. "What kind of war am I involved in?"

Countless times pretended to be chic, hiding in a far away no-man's corner, secretly staring, staring at the innocent woman who was not yet known.

She always enters and exits the door of the girls' apartment alone, her temperament is otherworldly, and she exudes a faint fairy aura in her gestures.

Duan Yi didn't have the courage to step forward, no matter what the reason was, he had missed the opportunity after all, and that first beautiful date had become countless versions of fantasy after all.

She became the object of someone's wishful thinking and possession, and both the man who came near her and the man who came near her were bound to suffer.

She was like a lily, but she was covered with the spikes of roses, and her fingertips were injured when she was swept into the wind, unaware of the rapid retraction of someone.

Duan Yi stared from afar countless times, but she was alone, but he was very pleased. As a boy, he can't avoid having an exclusive heart. Through the dim light of the night, this gaze only adds an indescribable sadness.

Duan Yi paced the quiet campus, and he had no intention of returning to the room. Purely mechanical movement has lost its therapeutic effect on the increasingly complex psyche. Especially the two big men who had recently fallen in front of his eyes made him have to think further about the meaning of life.

It was just further reflection, and the reflection was fruitless.

It can't be said that it is completely fruitless.

Duan Yi took out his notebook at the discussion meeting of the Literary Society and wrote, "The body is a pig, the soul is a personality, and the mind suppresses the posture of the pig and caters to the graceful dancing soul."

Yes, the literary club is more suitable for discussing life.

Instead, they were talking about literature.

The theme of the president's discussion tonight is "What is literature?"

Too advanced a topic.

The president of the literary club is a senior student writer of the school, and has published countless articles in major newspapers and periodicals in the city. Based on this, the college has to issue him a degree certificate in the graduation season, even if all the majors he has taken have failed.

The president tweeted the black-rimmed bottle-bottom glasses that represented the identity of the literati. He said: "Everyone should discuss around the society and close to the people, literature is actually the party's ideology, the voice of the people, as long as everyone is close to the party and walks to the middle of the masses, there will naturally be literature in their hearts." ”

When the president spoke freely, the small eyes behind the heavy lenses looked at the charming Xu Fei from time to time. Kwon Dang's gaze conveys the greatest literary thoughts.

Xu Fei's only understanding: it's time for her to speak. She cleared her sweet throat.

"I think literature is thought, and when we strive to make literature, we strive to use our thoughts to shape the color of our changing souls. Literary behavior must be elegant, literary food must be evocative fragrance, and literary love must be reverberating and long-lasting. ”

When Xu Fei said the last sentence, the president's gaze was fixed on her face, but her gaze was fixed on the scar on Duan Yi's face, which had almost disappeared.

The president followed her gaze and landed on Duan Yi's face. She thought to herself: she was just curious about the scar.

"Duan Yi, you talk about it." Xu Fei's elegantly opened and closed red lips made Duan Yi's heart tremble.

"I think the president and you have finished speaking, and literature is all about it."

"That's it?" The president pushed the frame, and his small eyes blinked frequently and rapidly.

"Literature relies on the permutations and combinations of thousands of commonly used words, and although the results have boundaries, the effects are varied and tend to be infinite." Duan Yiyi looked at the president with a disdainful face.

On Duan Yi's leisurely return journey, Xu Fei chased after him. A strong smell of perfume made him feel awe-inspired.

"Duan Yi, your writing is the most distinctive, I am optimistic about you."

"And you're the most beautiful, and you're beautiful."