The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more, so it is better to take pity on the people in front of you.

But not everyone has a pity for the people in front of them.

Waiting is the hardest loneliness in this world, you think you can wait for someone who knows you and understands you, but you don't want her to just treat you as a sustenance, you think you are a unique wolf in her heart, but you don't want you to be just a dispensable dog in her heart.

Qingzhou took the wine, in the cold street, walking alone.

While drinking wine, he thought about what Yun Ge said to him today, he was afraid that he had said something wrong, he was afraid that he had misunderstood her words, but at the end of every thought, it was his own sneer.

"That's it!" he kept saying to himself, thinking that after comforting himself like this, he would feel better, but he didn't want to be more sad.

The fallen leaves fall with the breeze, and in the dim light, like people floating in the red dust, they don't know where they can end up.

The light boat walked aimlessly through the streets, he didn't know where he was going, and he would stop there, he just wanted to keep walking, until it was dark, until the mountains and rivers were exhausted, and until the heart was like stopping water.

The moonlight shone faintly on the ground, Qingzhou looked up, and found that the moonlight was particularly dim tonight, he raised his head and took another sip of wine, he especially wanted to get drunk, because a drunk can relieve eternal sorrows. But he couldn't get drunk, as if this pure liquor was not wine, but water, even lighter than water, and only a sad taste.

At this moment, a dirty old man crawled out of the street, grabbed him by the foot, and stretched out a broken bowl to ask him for money.

Qingzhou looked down, his drunken face was flushed, and a pair of misty eyes looked towards the dark corner of the street, but he saw a poor old beggar, this beggar looked vaguely familiar. Isn't this the old beggar who was driven away by the shopkeeper and his men in the tavern during the day? The old beggar's oily hair stenched as if he had never washed it in his life, and his eyes sunken in his sockets looked at the light boat vacantly and blankly, begging the light boat to reward him with a few dollars.

Qingzhou touched his body and found that he was also penniless. He sneered and looked at the sword in his hand, which was originally deliberately fought in order to pretend to be a demeanor in front of Yun Ge, although it was not a rare sword, but it also cost a lot of money, and now that he thinks about it, it is useless, but it will be annoying to keep it, it is better to simply throw it to this old beggar who doesn't know what to do, so that he can take it to the stall and be happy for a few days.

With a bang, Qingzhou threw the sword to the old beggar, and then he broke free of the old beggar's hand, and continued to walk forward with a shaky wobble, and said with a very sad mouth, "This thing is only painful for me, but it is happy for you, why not!"

The old beggar picked up the sword, as happy as if he had obtained a treasure, he forgot for a moment, and thanked Qingzhou in his native dialect, "Good people have good rewards!"

When Qingzhou heard this, he suddenly stopped, he seemed to remember something, he turned around, and walked quickly to the beggar's side, with a fierce look on his face, which made people frightened when they saw it.

The old beggar thought that Qingzhou had repented and wanted to take back his sword, so he clung to it and shouted that he would not let people take it.

Qingzhou did not snatch the sword in his hand, but went to take the broken bowl that was buckled on the ground, and the old beggar looked surprised.

It was a porcelain bowl that was broken to the bottom of the bowl, covered with grease and dust, and it really didn't seem to have any useful value other than throwing it away. Qingzhou held the bowl, but his hand trembled, he seemed to not believe it, but he couldn't help it, the pain on his face was even more intense, as if he was about to go crazy in a moment.

The old beggar looked at Qingzhou like this, he was a little scared, he didn't know why Qingzhou wanted to look at his broken bowl, he kept this broken bowl for more than ten years and refused to throw it away, not because he had any special feelings for this bowl, but in order to look more pitiful in front of people, so as to ask for more money. Now the young man was holding the broken bowl, and his expression was so painful, the old beggar was very puzzled, he only held the sword tightly, and wanted to run but couldn't run, so he could only watch quietly, looking at this strange and crazy young man.

Qingzhou suddenly seemed to grasp a glimmer of hope, urgently turned over the broken bowl, and wiped it quickly with his hand at the bottom of the broken bowl, the oil stain gradually cleaned, and four big characters appeared at the bottom of the bowl, which was bright and bright.

Qingzhou's trembling hands trembled even more violently, and he suddenly burst out laughing, and the sound carried a tremendous spiritual power, so that the lanterns of the whole street were hung under the eaves and shook incessantly, so that the trees on both sides of the whole street were falling leaves, and for a moment it was like a mountain rain was about to come, and a strong wind was rising.

It turns out that everything is just deception.

Qingzhou finally sneered, he sneered and looked at the old beggar in front of him, and found that the old beggar still had a little bit of the appearance of more than ten years ago, he was the old beggar who took Qingzhou to beg for food more than ten years ago.

"To be a beggar, you have to be an upright beggar, hahaha!" Qingzhou laughed in a sarcastic, mocking, mournful tone.

The old beggar was startled by the almost crazy laughter of the light boat, and his empty eyes gradually became a little angry, and he got up from the ground and looked at the light boat carefully by the faint light. This young man's face still has the innocence and childishness of his youth, although he has grown up, he is still so stupid, stupid enough to think that what others say is true, stupid enough to think that if he is attentive and affectionate, others will treat him the same.

"Haha" The old beggar laughed with a crying voice, his eyes sunken in the sockets with dry tears, at that moment he recognized Qingzhou, recognized Qingzhou as the stupid child who begged with him more than ten years ago, he was so stupid that he thought he could really be a righteous beggar.

"I didn't expect it to be you, haha, I didn't expect it, hey!" the old beggar laughed with tears in his eyes.

It turned out that everything was just deception, Qingzhou sneered again, then picked up the flask, raised his head and took a sip, and continued to walk towards the endless dark street.

The old beggar crawled out of the street, he wanted to hold the light boat, but the light boat broke free of his hand, lay on the ground in an old rage, and shouted at the light boat, "I lied to you, but you should know that in this world, a beggar is a beggar, no matter how upright he is, he will always be a stinky beggar who is spurned, anyone can spit on you, anyone can beat you and scold you, in order to survive, I have to be despicable, but it is not me who is wrong, it is this world, it is the human heart!"

Qingzhou staggered forward while drinking wine, and he did not seem to hear the old beggar's words, nor did he take them to heart.

What if everything you trust most to say to you is a lie?

What else can you do but call yourself a fool in your heart?

Qingzhou scolded himself in his heart, "I turned out to be a fool, the biggest, stupidest, stupidest, and poorest fool in the world!"

There is never an end to the road, so no matter how the boat goes, there is always a road ahead, and I don't know where the road leads, since there is no way back, I can only go on with a heart full of sorrow.

There is nothing more tragic than the death of the heart!