After Yun Poyue was kicked out of the lumber yard, he lived on the streets for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info was almost starved to death. In his own words, "touched Hades' nose once".

Touching Hades' nose is not an experience that everyone has.

So the crooked-mouthed writer Green Peony grabbed it.

She felt that this extreme experience, when embellished in the book, should be refreshing to readers who are used to reading clichés.

However, Yun Poyue, a famous master of chicken feet and a master of martial arts, is quite uncooperative.

When interviewed about these issues, he either diverted the topic and kept silent, or shirked and forgot about it, and did it perfunctorily. Take care of him. This is extremely distressing for the green peony.

It can be seen that everyone has the courage to explore and the heart of curiosity!

In the speculation of the prosperous writer and the contemporary Wenqu star Nether Green Peony, a person is about to starve to death, but he does not die, there must be a reason, there must be a reason.

It seems that the path of well-wishers is not going to work.

Although everyone is willing to taste the suffering of others and has compassion by nature, there is always a limit. Neither infinitely expanding nor shrinking indefinitely.

It's no more, no less, impartial. No branches, no vines, no fat or thin.

No plague, no fire, no compromise.

It should also be accompanied by the necessary expressions, gestures, and movements, and it is also necessary to be good at observing and analyzing the audience's reactions, and make timely adjustments. I believe that it is difficult to grasp the proportion of non-professional actors.

And most importantly, the history of the suffering family should be constantly renewed.

There are many tricks.

That's how you can attract your audience.

Otherwise, I'm just afraid that it will be like Xianglin's sister-in-law standing on the streets of Luzhen who is stupid, looking at the sky, and as soon as she opened her mouth and said, "I'm so stupid, really", everyone immediately knew the ending: "Yes, you only came to the village because you knew that the snowy beasts had no food in the deep mountains." ”

Or: "If your Ah Mao is still here, isn't it so big?"

In the end, everyone listened to it well, and it was the most compassionate old ladies who chanted the Buddha, and there was no trace of tears in their eyes.

You see, it's hard to win the sympathy of others by virtue of suffering, let alone copper plates?

But since there is no kind aunt, aunt, aunt, uncle, eldest brother, sister-in-law, and uncle, how did Yun Poyue turn the danger into a disaster and tide over the difficulties?

After guessing along the way, even Green Peony himself felt as if he was about to become a begging for food.

Another possibility is to pick up a wallet on the road.

Or a lottery win?

But after years of indoctrination, in the Ming Dynasty, even if a primary school student picks up a wallet, he knows that it will be handed over to the police uncle. Why is it that the consciousness of a generation of martial arts masters is not as good as that of children, and the longer they go, the more they go back?

Buying a lottery ticket seems even more unreliable, because if Yun Poyue has two dollars in his pocket, and he is hungry at the time, the first thing he should do should be to buy a flatbread.

Instead of buying lottery tickets.

Who can guarantee that if you buy a lottery ticket, you will win?

Even if it's the last prize.

As for going to the garbage heap to find something to eat, if you are still breathing, you will be alive and passive, even if the preacher Yun Poyue does not object, Green Peony will not write it in the book casually.

After all, she also has to show morality, be youthful and inspirational, and need inspiring "positive energy"!

In desperation, Green Peony had no choice but to use the novel to focus on the stark theme of that day on the prostitute that Yun Poyue occasionally met and quarreled with.

In the pen of this writer, although the woman who has fallen into the dust is engaged in a career of flesh and skin, she is not cheap, or conversely, life is not cheap, she understands righteousness, is humble and open-minded, earnestly teaches, and teaches tirelessly.

The conflict between the two people was also changed to Yun Poyue without seeking progress, dangling around. After meeting on the street, the life coach with red hair, blue eye shadow, and bright makeup began to reprimand Yun Poyue: "Why don't you study?"

Yun Poyue was surprised: "What to learn?"

"Learn culture. ”

"I'm still hungry. ”

"Hungry for their bodies and skin, straining their muscles and bones. ”

"I'm just a layman. ”

"The humble did not dare to forget the country. ”

"I'm only fifteen years old. ”

"If the young man doesn't work hard, the boss will be sad!"

"Spare me, big sister, stop reading poetry, can you go find me something to stutter?"

"What Cervantes said, I never stick my nose in someone's porridge bowl because that's not my sesame sauce rolls. ”

"Let me die. ”

"What did Sima Qian say, people either have a death, or lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. What did the grandmother Du Qiuniang say, persuade the gentleman not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the gentleman to cherish the youth. The flowers can be folded straight, and the branches must be broken without flowers. ”

After a subdued poetry recitation and famous quotes, Yun Poyue was stupid.

(The term used in the biography is "Daigo empowerment.") ）

Since then, he has worked hard, studied diligently, reflected the snow, chiseled the wall to steal the light, and studied martial arts hard. If you want to be poor, go to the next level. Eventually become a generation of great masters!

Yun Poyue's first feeling when she saw this description later was that she immediately picked up her knife, rushed out the door, and put down the hateful biographer Green Peony.

Just like when he killed the two people in Guanglu's coffin shop.

Such people are not only annoying.

And it is hated.

As for the killing of Boss Meng and his wife, it was thirty years ago.

It's always pressed in the bottom of my heart.

Yun Poyue has almost never spoken to anyone.

At that time, he was lying at the door of the Guanglu coffin shop, although he understood it in his heart and could hear it with his ears, but his body was like a puddle of mud, and he couldn't climb or sit down.

It's not bad to die like this.

Save yourself from sin.

Yun Poyue was in a trance in the severe colic pain in her stomach, as if she saw his old lady in the countryside. Her sideburns were unkempt, her eyes were sad, she stared at her son, and said sadly, "Since the city is not easy to mix, then come back." When I come home, I can't find a stutter anywhere. ”

"No, I'm not going back. ”

"Poor child. ”

Yun Poyue stretched out her hand: "Mother, I'm hungry ......"

"Hungry, why don't you drink some water first?" and then a bucket of water splashed on his face.

Yun Poyue slowly opened her eyes, and after looking at it for a while, she saw a man in a black robe standing in front of her, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and two ears to attract wind.

He is Meng Guanglu, the owner of the coffin shop.

Followed by the woman Yao.

Yao Shi looked down and asked with some concern, "Will this work?"

"It's okay, as long as you don't die, pour it with cold water, and you can wake up. Meng Guanglu put down the barrel, raised his foot, and kicked Yun Poyue twice. "Get up, get up, don't get in the way of our business here. ”

"I can't walk. "The clouds break through the moon and there is no energy.

"If you can't walk, you have to walk, what's the matter with you here. Meng Guanglu stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist, and dragged it to the side.

Yao also came up to help.

The two of them got Yun Poyue under the low wall at the entrance of the alley, threw it aside, clapped their hands, and turned around and walked back. Yao asked, "What if he dies?"

"It's my business. Meng Guanglu snorted, "It's not who killed him." ”

"But what if the government asks?"

"Then let them collect the body. ”

"It won't bother our family, will it?"

"No, it won't. ”

Meng Guanglu glanced back and spat a few mouthfuls of spit: "When the time comes, let's say that this kid was infected with the plague and died! The government is afraid of infection, so it has to take materials nearby and spare a pair of thin-skinned coffins." Then buried deeply. My dear, we may be able to make a small ......" (To be continued.) )