Fengyun: "I always like to think about the stories of the past, but that's it, haha. Ha ha. ”

Wen Chouchou, originally a literati, but in the end he became a clown in the rivers and lakes. No one knew his real name, nor did he know why he had chosen himself the name Ugly Ugly, which was a very bad name.

As a literati, such a name is a name that can make a literati commit suicide.

But the reason why Wen Chouchou is called this name is because when his loved one saw him, he fell into a pile of paint, and from then on, she called Chouchou, because he was really ugly at that time, hahaha.

Wen Chouchou finally finished washing, and he walked out of the pool.

His skin is so sickly white, but this white makes him even more beautiful, and you can imagine how handsome he was when he was young. Women are the ones who please themselves, and so are men.

She is gone, and he has since let his face show the world, saying that the world has no reason to see his face, and the fat powder on the same face is also a wall, a wall that hinders the distance between him and others. For people like him, these are all his own choices.

Wen Chouchou is still white, white as snow, and he is also like a person like him.

Wen Chouchou walked to the room.

He took the instrument out of the room.

He gently stroked the piano, and the sound of the piano was still so good, this familiar melody, the phoenix begged for the phoenix.

But after only a while, Wen Chouchou stopped stroking the qin, and this was not a good place for him to talk about the qin.

This is his farewell to the world, since it is a farewell, then he needs to find a good place, a good place is extremely important to him.

Because this is the last time he strokes the qin, and after this stroke, maybe there will be no more me in this world. Wen Chouchou is a serious person, and he must also take his last time seriously, because this is the last time, he naturally has to take it seriously, this is his last sense of ritual in life. Do you say it's important, or not.

Wen Chouchou silently walked out of his lower courtyard with the piano in his arms.

The people of the Tianxia Association didn't recognize him at all, and asked one after another: "Who are you, and what will you do when you come to our world?"

Wen Chouchou just said: "I am Wen Chouchou." ”

When Wen Chouchou said this, he didn't laugh, he said it very quietly, as if he was saying another fact, but the members of the Tianxia Association who heard him say this all believed it, and he was Wen Chouchou.

Because Wen Chou's temperament is too good now, he said that it must be wine. No one will doubt it, because with such a temperament, such a tone, such a person, they will not lie. Their pride.

In addition, there will be nothing in the world now, just an empty shell. Some of the good men in the gang are there to protect this Yuruo, and the rest follow the hero.

Is there anything else you can say about the world now?

No one continued to stop the ugly and ugly.

Wen Chouchou walked step by step. A little sweat appeared on his forehead, maybe he was too tired to hold the qin, after all, he was an ordinary person who had not practiced martial arts.

Finally, Wen Chouchou came to an attic.

This attic is the tallest building in the world, and it is on this building that his last ceremonial point.

Xiaoxiao rain rests, looking up, full of stories few people say.

Here, you can see a lot of things, and the scenery here is also the most beautiful scenery in the whole world, but such a beautiful scenery, but not many people can really see it anymore, because this may never belong to the world again, Xiongba took all the good hands of the world to Kyoto, but when he went to Kyoto, Daddy Xiong never considered him, whether it was the one who came back and this question was not something he should think about, because he wanted to burn himself like a fire, burned himself in this winter, think about others, illuminate himself, he just wanted to burn himself, he didn't care about the result。

Wen Chouchou put him affectionately on his lap, he tuned the tune, and began to play a song but no one knew what the name of this piece was? No one knew what this piece represented in the end, they could only know that this piece was very good, and they could only listen to it once, because I only talked about it once, this piano has an ancient history, and Wen Chou didn't know who the first owner of this piano was? He didn't know who its last owner would be, because Wen Chouchou would not be his last master.

It is undeniable that there are many stories on this instrument, and of course these stories also contain the stories of him and her loved ones, but now these stories may soon have the next person who feels that the whole process does not know whether the three people know their stories.

The sound of the wind and the sound of the piano spread here, this is the most beautiful hymn of nature, and the world is also more beautiful because of these poignant and moving stories, but we always want less such stories, because these stories are too tragic, and we still prefer comedy endings.

He continued to play. In the sound of the piano, there is still no word, but in the wordlessness there is a bit of poignancy, in this poignant a little magnificent, and even there are waves, but no matter how rough the waves are, he will leave the beach to the mainland.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping from his chin onto the strings, staining the piano red. There was blood on the strings, but I don't know whose blood it was.

Maybe other people have the same experience as her, but the music they play must be different, because there is only one him in this world.

He has been playing this song, and his pride does not allow him to play this song to failure, and the more proud a person is, the more he does not allow himself to fail, but the more proud he is, the more depraved he can do when they decide to give up.

Seeing the light and darkness can touch people's hearts even more, he is like a moth born in darkness and finally died in light.

Finally, the song is over.

He was originally a person who should have died a long time ago, but when he was about to die, there was a person who broke into her life, that person was called Xiongba, Xiongba, so rude and rude, unreasonable, he said to her that from today on, your life is mine, at that time he looked at Xiongba, he smiled, he laughed like a fool, well said, and then he said that if you die, I will die with you.

Now Xiongba has gone to Kyoto, and he knows the panda's mind, the person who knows him best at this time must be him, so he knows that Papa Bear will not come back, and the panda will leave his life in that Kyoto He is even crazier than him, that is, the last thing Xiongba did for himself, he knows that Xiongba is holding you, this world will not be his intention, he always wants to meet a person's wishes Xiongba is also a bitter person, a person who is as bitter as him, maybe this world has always been like this for bitter people, not friendly enough。

But it doesn't matter anymore, because Xiongba is going to die, and he plays a song because of Xiongba.

This is the piece he is playing now, and he uses this piece as a tribute to the hero? You are summing up your years. Life always has to move forward, but the road ahead is no longer easy. He didn't want it either, and kept going.

My dear, I beg to be so handsome and so gentle as jade, she is like an angel, she does not belong to this world, he is like an angel, he does not belong to this world, or he belongs to another angel, but that angel has now returned to the place where he was about to go, this place now he said that he could not go to his place, which angel left him in the abyss of this world. Looking up at the starry sky, I can't see a little hope. He's alive now, just because the Bully told him to live, that's all.

This would have been a tragedy.

The wind began to whimper, affectionate, and deep.

He finally closed his eyes, because the song was finally over.

He was so tired, so tired that he wanted to see him, the world really made him a little boring.

He closed his eyes, and blood dripped from the piano to the ground.

Drop by drop.

Tick tick.

All the stories come to an end, all the stories are like his song, with sadness, he wants to pretend that you are joyful, but sad, this is an emotional song, but no one will play this song again.

If everything can be controlled by themselves, how good it would be, some people will choose to turn around and leave the moment they meet their sweetheart, because if they don't meet, they won't be moved, and if they don't have their hearts, there won't be such a sad story, but will they really be like this? They dare to love, which is equivalent to daring to give their hearts to each other, you break it, or hold it in the palm of your hand, that is your other person's choice, that is your own freedom.

You can choose to want or not.

The corners of Wen Chou's mouth were smiling, maybe he met her a moment ago, or maybe she came to pick him up.

A smile like a flower, a gentle gentleman. This is a good marriage made in heaven.

This piano is brightly colored. The red strings tell many stories. None of these stories are good, though. The story that happened on this piano is even more so.

Wen Chou is dead.

The people of the world will fly pigeons and pass on the book to the male tyrant.

Xiongba expected this to happen when he left. He was also ready to accept.

Xiongba looked at the message on the pigeon's biography and was silent.

Maybe Wen Chouchou also sleeps with half of his friends. Wen Chouchou is a very good strategist, but this strategist still understands what is in his heart after all.

(End of chapter)