The sound of the wind passing through the hole, no matter how cheerful it is, it is also an indescribable sad song.

The moonlight knocked on the doors and windows, and in the alley, a green robe, an ink robe, and an emaciated old horse.

This is the western part of L.A., and they're on their knees on the frozen ground.

The night was cold, the young years passed, the residual warmth of the fireworks remained, and the young man's body was immersed in the cold pool, his face was pale, and the greasy feeling and stiff finger joints condensed together, with a slight pain, constantly tormenting and baptizing their bodies.

He doesn't understand, is it shameful to go to great lengths to live......

On a cool night, the green-robed young man sat down in broken bones, smelly and embarrassed, and the ink-robed young man on his side was frozen into an old dog in the winter wind, tears froze in the corners of his eyes, and a trace of blood dripped down, falling on a layer of white snow floating outside the old horse's body on his side.

Life was sealed, and the three ants looked up at the starry sky outside the tavern, not speaking to each other.

The demon king shattered their extravagant hopes, the dead wood could not meet the spring, the parrot could only learn to speak, and the ants only deserved to kneel on the earth and reflect on their own mistakes.

The green-robed young man smiled weakly, raised his stiff arm and touched the wound on his forehead, a little red with a little ice slag, he was there, like a beggar, begging for a full meal.

Ridiculous...... It's ridiculous......

The green-robed young man closed his eyes and trembled, it was the arrogant and humble resistance of the young man when his dignity was insulted, and it was the desire of the lowly ants to survive.

His pride, his arrogance, his confidence and reliance were all shattered at this moment.

The young man knelt in the cold pool in a lost soul, he didn't understand that since he left the shelter of Tiannan Village, the sky above his head had changed, and he didn't do anything right, everything he did was a sin, as if his existence was a mistake and a burden to all beings.

In this general trend of gathering in the sky, perhaps he should accept his fate, compete with the wizards for glory and wealth, accept his fate, bow his head, and live reluctantly. He didn't know who he had offended, the other side, crossing the river, the young man in red, the teacher who was angry with him......

And a white dress in the snowstorm.

Xuan Chan bowed his head humbly, he was afraid to recall the color of the sun, he was afraid to see his dirtiness now, he was afraid to recall the joy in his memory, he was afraid that his current self had defiled the former scene, he bowed down to look at the embarrassed face in the shadow of the water, stared at the drooping old body, stared at the miserable face that was submissive, stared at what he had done, stared at himself as a poisonous mushroom green-robed young man who grew in a damp and dark place, disgusted, tormented, and trembling.

What is he......

The green-robed young man buried his body in the water, stretched out his hand to cover the corners of his eyes, held back the hot tears, swallowed the dry and cold throat, the green silk was dyed white, his lips were cut a few tiny cracks, the pain came from nowhere, he looked at the reflection in the water, staring at the unmotivated ant.

When he was a child, the strong man waved a knife, saying that the young man would shed blood without tears, and that the young man should have backbone and would rather die than give in.

Now, the cold current around him sealed his tears of cowardice, and the only thing that could represent sadness was the crimson blood dripping from his veins.

He said that this is the teenager.

But, is it really unbearable to live shamelessly?

Do I have to hit a stone with an egg and die to avoid your scolding?

Hantan froze the three ants, they were like ghosts in ice sculptures, looking at the lights of thousands of homes in the west, the light that had nothing to do with them.

Humiliation, the dignity and arrogance of the youth......

Xuan Chan's blood flowed, like an evil ghost.

If it weren't for the powerlessness, who would want to lose that dignity!

The green-robed young man gritted his teeth and got up, trying to straighten his spine with huge pressure, roaring silently in his heart, he didn't understand!

He didn't understand why he had deceited himself like this!

I also want to work hard to get better, I can prove it to you! I used to be a god, why can't the future be!

The young man asked in his heart, he could! He really could, the young man still had blood, why couldn't he fight for the world's seats!

Xuan Chan twisted his stiff body, even if he fainted, he had to struggle, and he struggled to die if he didn't die!

Just because, this is the last chance of the teenager!

Looking at the figure of the green-robed young man, the ink-robed young man was bleeding from the seven orifices, his face was hideous, and he was unwilling to roar and stood up to resist.

In the middle of the night, he was cowardly, the strong man asked him to kneel down and he knelt down, the strong man said that he wanted to freeze it, and the strong man said that he only deserved long tears when he eliminated male pets, and he could only swallow it!

At that moment, the arrogance of this literati was ravaged by the strong man.

Now he is not convinced, he wants to resist, he wants to refute with actions!

Lin Chang stretched out his hand to sharpen the ice wall in front of him, blood and tears rolling, without restraint!

Tonight, he just wanted to cry.

He felt like he was in the wrong place. The western part of Los Angeles is the law of the jungle, and he, a sheep, shouldn't live in a wolf pack!

He should not have the luxury of looking at the clouds in the sky! He should fall into the mud and bury himself, so that he will not see the sun and stain the eyes of the Taoist! He should hide his dreams, lest he be seen and laughed!

But, are the dreams of teenagers ridiculous?

Is "Hanshitu" ridiculous?

Is the penmanship pretentious......

You were born above board, how do you know the misery of our youth!

Ambition is not old, no ambition is a hundred years old, but the world is old, who can afford my youth!

Am I not strong enough? Don't you say that I will only cry! Then I will cry to you! Ma Qiubei! I will cry to you!

Look!

The ink-robed young man let out a loud voice, stretched out his hand and struggled, he was unwilling!

Why can you indiscriminately freeze the arrogance of our young people! Why can you use your Taoism to dictate to me? I am not convinced! I am not wrong! I don't want to kneel......

I'm not convinced!

Ma Qiubei, I want you to apologize!

You can't humiliate me like that...... You can't......

The boy knelt in the cold pool, covered in blood. He can't forget Ma Qiubei's disdainful eyes, he can't forget the kick that trampled on his pen, and he can't forget the vicious words of the strong man after the long scroll was erased!

Apologize.

The teenager knelt on the ground, the humiliation of being powerless, the dignity of the youth's nothingness......

Looking at the folded appearance of the picture scroll, looking at the knife marks on the work of painstaking condensation, the young man's heart was like a knife.

Why......

The ink-robed boy was frozen in the cold pool, and the ice-blue frozen soil was rendered crimson by him!

If he is not convinced, he wants to seek justice!

Lin Chang knelt down, stretched out his hand to bite the ice wall in front of him, and the hot blood rolled in the cold pool, exuding frivolity, and the green robe in front of him was his companion!

I'm waiting for a teenager, and I'm going to let the world see it, in addition to Tianjiao, I can't be underestimated by hot-blooded men!

The ink-robed boy crawled on the ground, he was getting closer and closer to the long scroll, he was getting closer to the pride that had been discarded for a long time! Don't kneel, boy! Boy, we are not bad!

Recalling the scenes of the past, thinking about the hardships of studying in his childhood, thinking of the elegance when he was famous, and thinking of the flashy ink-robed young man with tears in his eyes, he didn't know, he didn't know when he began to kneel, and began to admit that he was arrogant!

He remembered that the young man had written to compete with heaven and earth, and the young man had amazed the four seas with his picture scroll, and now what made him watch his picture scroll be destroyed but he didn't have the courage to resist!

Are you still a teenager?

Lin Chang whimpered silently, the sky was cold, blood and tears were all over the ground! The young man trembled on his knees, knelt on the frozen soil and hugged the long scroll into his arms, I don't know when his knees were weak, and he knelt around, but he forgot to kneel his own scroll!

Looking at the blank space on the long scroll, the ink-robed boy held the scroll and cried on the ground, he was crazy, he used his tears to maintain the last dignity of his ink road, and to maintain the last face of his young man!

This is the last dignity of scholars!

"Uhh

"Ridiculous——! the boy knelt on the ground, the heat mixed with blood flowed on the long scroll, and every trace was the most proud stroke of the boy! Every trace carried the indomitable madness and dignity of the boy!

This is the blood of the teenager, this is the persistent struggle of the teenager.

The ink-robed boy cried, leaving a messy stroke on the long scroll, and this stroke was gathered by the young man's blood!

The dark green robe struggled in the dark, like a bright light in the night, a young man in the book, and a proud blood and tears in the book!

These tears, the winter wind can't bury them, and the frost and snow will melt away!

The frost and snow in the west blew violently, and the boy on the frozen soil was drained of his muscles and bones, and his vitality was sucked out, and he froze into a ball on the earth, shrunk into a lobster, ugly and dirty!

I deserve to be thin-skinned, I can't stand your sneer, I deserve to be heartless and be a laughing stock in your mouth!

I'm just going to live and ask for a chance...... Isn't it despicable, despicable......

The young man held back his tears, the painting in his hand was messy, he was ashamed of the ink, and he was ashamed of the proud ink pen, just because it would rather not give in!

Blood flowed down his lips and teeth on the frozen soil, and the young man knelt down thoroughly, flattened into a blank paper, but those who watched knew that the young man's soul was still there, the blood was still there, and the pride lasted forever!

The oppressive black flame burned in mid-air, looking at the persistent edge with hatred, the strong man sat alone, drinking ......!

The wine is overflowing, the strong man is exuding, his face is slightly red, the oblique moon is shining in the west, the winter wind is blowing north, Ma Qiubei sits on the eaves and looks into the distance, holding the wine jug with his big hand, his muscles are bulging, and his expression is solemn.

Suddenly, he began to like these bloody teenagers a little.

Like the old seven.

Silence, the strong man breathed a sigh of relief, got up angrily, and the frost and snow around him began to rage, converging towards the frozen soil.

The freezing point condensed, the cold pool closed, and three ants were sealed inside.

And under the heavy frost and snow, there were two young man's robes, and a silent thin horse was buried.

Under the ice, a bamboo green on the right, looking distressed and miserable, repeatedly struggling to break the cage, the young man on his side wore an ink robe, kneeling and roaring, his face was hideous, but the fireworks in those eyes supported his proud backbone.

And beneath the ice, in the frozen pool, the old thin horse was withered, but his eyes were shining with tears.

It's old.

But now, I also want to be a teenager.

Traveling west to taste madness, inaction, arrogant, hot-blooded boy!