Hell, to say that an indulgent soul can alleviate the pain of captivity is only a fleeting self-consolation. The loss of the free human body forces the brain to constantly extend the fantasy, the fantasy is too boundary, and only adds a certain empty emotion, which needs to be filled with endless words, but helplessly, the place where the eyes deliberately search, there are old mottled walls!

In the end, Duan Yi had to write hard in this limited space that did not see the light of day, and he had to concentrate his energy and concentrate on wielding the wonderful and unpredictable Tai Chi.

Extremely oppressive space, creating extremely focused energy, extremely focused energy, like extremely focused rays, makes the enthusiasm of the aspect, the skill climbs rapidly, and with the innate endowment, there is a tendency to reach the peak.

However, after a thousand miles of talent, the exhausted body and mind that almost collapsed, and he couldn't help but feel lost, just this feeling was enough to make him doubt the meaning of life, and even couldn't say doubt, he couldn't feel the meaning of life.

Duan Yi had to fall into a deep sleep, although the content of the dream was unpredictable, and the feeling of the dream was more real than reality, and the beauty of the dream was more beautiful than reality, and almost replaced reality.

The dream, which is always too vague but has a profound artistic conception, appears frequently: he, alone, in the noisy crowd, the water vending machine spits out two bottles of mineral water, and when she picks it up and turns around, her fresh and quiet posture stands in the breeze, her eyes entangled with each other. Finally, the most beautiful shot, on the endless quaint stone steps, holding hands, watching herself and her back go away from the perspective of a bystander-

Duan Yi happily repeated on the paper: A certain sweetness, no words, just that he was holding her hand and taking a leisurely, but in unison, for a hike that was aimless, but in unison!

Every time I wake up from a deep sleep, even though the environment is still so unbearable, my mind and body can still be reborn and refreshed.

Sometimes, Duan Yi feels that he is almost dumb, his speaking function is degrading, he can feel that he is forcing himself to speak for the sake of speaking, talking endlessly, sometimes looking back, it doesn't make much sense, but it increases the feelings of master and apprentice.

What the lonely elderly lack the most is talking, especially the lonely old people in prison!

Duan Yi said: "In this world of weak human affection, it is rare for you to be able to preach and receive a job, and I am sincerely grateful in my heart. ”

Master looked at the sky and sighed: "There is always a kind of fate, the timing is just right, and it has to make people wonder if the sky is arranging it." You must pass on this treasure of Chinese martial arts. ”

One day when Duan Yi was about to finish his sentence, Master suddenly fell to the ground. This caused Duan Yi to be full of sorrow, he didn't cry bitterly, he only succumbed to the desolation of birth, old age, sickness and death, he rubbed his master's palm for a long time, and the master's slowly clenched hand could be felt-

In the ward, Duan Yi can be allowed to visit.

"What a coincidence, I'm going to pass on the last thing to you now." Master said.

"It won't be decades of skill!" Duan pursed his lips and smiled bitterly.

"You can't pass on your skills," Master said. "I'm going to give you a ring."

Duan Yi took a brass ring and thought to himself, it was just the most ordinary ring, but it was so solemn.

"The subtleties are precious," Master said earnestly. "Be sure to pass on the peerless martial arts, be sure to spread the truth, goodness and beauty, and be sure to wear your ring!"

Master's expression was solemn, and he had passed away—

Duan Yi gently closed Master's half-closed eyes, and said softly, "I will, please Master go with peace of mind!" ”

Duan put on a copper ring, lay on the side of the bed, and sobbed softly-

Why is a man's crying so refreshing!

A black luxury car, brightly painted, parked on the side of the road two hundred meters away.

Out of the prison door was a pale teenager, whose rambling gaze showed that a three-year sentence was enough to sharpen the sharp contours of a young man's frivolity.

Duan Yi waved goodbye to the prison guards, looked back at the sternly shaped gray granite gate, looked at the bleak road in front of the door, and then lowered his head to sort out his Chinese bag. He took out a piece of paper, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket, took out a bunch of keys, and threw the empty document bag into the roadside trash can.

Duan Yi deliberately glanced at the plush bag on the keychain, and thought, is there a clever plan inside! He looked closely, and there was a strand of hair! The hair is buried between the silk threads, along the edges of the braid, and extends towards the tightened little red rope, which runs through the red rope, but cannot be completely hidden.

Duan Yi tilted his head and closed his eyes, and fastened the keychain to the waist of his pants. Pacing forward slowly, thinking to himself, life is a young dream.

The heart is confused, and the residual leaves floating in the wind have no direction.

In front of him, a beprising beauty beckoned to him, and the delicate and bright red sports car beside him made her more and more eye-catching in the bleak autumn breeze.

If she hadn't shouted, Duan Yi couldn't believe it was Xu Fei.

In fact, he knew very well that she was Xu Fei, but he couldn't accept everything outside the walls in just three years, and he had already been different. The brilliance of the other party's sudden eyes made him realize that he was completely out of place in this world.

No, never out of place.

"You don't have to come to pick me up." Duan Yi said lukewarmly that the contact with the girl's close life made him at a loss.

Duan Yi walked along the sidewalk, and the sports car slowly followed on the side. Xu Fei's slightly gloomy face made him feel guilty.

"Would you like to give me a ride?"

"Where are you going?"

"Station."

"Home?"

"Yes." Duan Yi said. "But I don't have the shame to see Jiangdong's father."

"Or," Xu Fei said. "I happen to live alone, are you coming to me?"

"It's just that one person is the most unsuitable!"

"I mean, you can transition for a few days, get in shape, and get back on track." Xu Fei said.

is the only one who can treat him like this, Duan Yi was heartily moved from the bottom of his heart, and almost wanted to say "I can promise you all your requests", but at this moment, the cold labor prisoner really has such a high-end posture?

Duan Yi got into Xu Fei's car and didn't say anything all the way.

Behind the dark car window, the sixth uncle, wearing dark sunglasses, silently paid attention to everything in front of him, and gently flicked his fingers on the leather steering wheel cover.

A radio with a strong sound, whispering an untimely talk show.

"That's her," said the sixth uncle. "The Literary Society, now there are two books, and the popularity is quite high."

"Let's go!" The woman in green who was lazily leaning against the side door in the back seat spoke, subconsciously touching the pearl pendant on her chest.

The sixth uncle looked at the inner rearview quietly and started the car slowly.

"There is a rumor in the martial arts," the sixth uncle had nothing to say. "The old man who used to promote the Tai Chi of the Heavenly Way has come to an end."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Zhang Yang had another reputation during his lifetime, that is, robbing the rich and helping the poor."

"Hmm" Lin Shuang quietly stared out of the car window at the rapidly moving back, and the blurred scenery. Life is like a dream, and she would rather sleep in a bad dream.

"As for robbing the rich and helping the poor, so many antiques and jewelry, I'm afraid it's not so easy to realize."

Lin Shuang had no intention of listening again.

The car sped away, overtaking the red sports car, and the female driver looked sideways for a moment, just a casual glimpse of the overtaking vehicle.

The peerless beauty of the other party is beyond the reach of tomorrow's yellow flower! Lin Shuang thought.

The young man who fell asleep in the passenger seat, his face revealed the childishness of being involved in the world at the same time, and the maturity prompted by the ordeal.

Go to sleep! Sleep peacefully! A magical boy who makes people feel uneasy!