Years later, when Yun Poyue began to decipher the moment he had spent, he was surprised to find that such an important scene could no longer be reproduced in his memory. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The aftermath was immediately deleted.

The impression is gone.

Everything happened in an instant, and then it collapsed in an instant.

Never reproducible.

The repetition is only a scattered, not entirely reliable piece of auspicious light.

Yun Poyue has never been as awake as he is at this moment in his life.

The past is like a flat moon hanging in the sky.

Uniform and clear, reflecting the earth.

It's just the moon that I remembered thirty years ago.

It seems to be bigger and rounder than the one in front of me.

The lesson that the years had taught him was to forget everything. All of it. But something seems to be extremely stubborn, flashing and subtle, like an experimental specimen soaked in formalin liquid.

There are always bright spots in life.

Like lightning in the sky.

Skimming over the earth.

A light brighter, more beautiful and more magical than the moonlight.

Chicken feet.

In a moment, in a perfect form, he was shown the mysteries of heaven and earth.

The ultimate password.

Who else is me?

A person is entangled in one thing all his life.

What is that thing?

Chicken claws, beautiful body of the opposite sex, black and white chess pieces, big red official robes?

A collared robe, a wooden fish.

A hoe.

A large dung bucket.

So enlightenment is different.

He said: "Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a platform." If there is nothing in your heart, why stir up dust. ”

He said: "Peanuts and dried tofu are chewed together, and they have the taste of walnuts." ”

He said: "Burn the charcoal, two pennies and one catty." ”

He said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll grow up from now on." ”

He said, "What's in the dark?"

Therefore, not only can memory not be copied, but neither can success.

Because there are so many unspeakable, wonderfully arranged accidental elements.

All the masters who try to summarize the secret art of success and show the world the way, intentionally or unintentionally, are just a liar.

A few years after Yun Poyue became a chicken claw and became famous, a senior reporter of "Daming Daily", an official literati known as "positive energy is about to explode", once wrote "Zhu Yuanzhang's Family Chronicle", "Zhu Yuanzhang in his youth", "Zhu Yuanzhang's road to success: three-stage development and evolution" and other brilliant masterpieces, an honorary teacher of Guozijian, and a celebrity who is not too big to be a small person, once solemnly interviewed him.

How long is a day of training?

In what way?

What beliefs underpin it?

"Faith?" Yun Poyue was at a loss, "A practice style only needs to be clever and a little clumsy." Why do you need faith?"

"That's not right, I believe it. ”

"I don't have that. ”

"You must have. Otherwise, it would not have reached the heights it is today. The reporter looked excited, and talked eloquently: "How can people have no faith? For example, students are for the rejuvenation of China, soldiers are for defending the country and protecting their homes, workers are for construction and production, and farmers are for harvesting autumn. ”

"Am I not that noble?"

"That is to glorify the ancestors and make the family prominent. Or make the mother happy, and the wife and children have light......"

"My mother died early. He was starved to death. And I haven't officially gotten married until now. ”

"I can't be wrong, my reasoning definitely can't be wrong. The reporter was obviously unhappy, "All development must go through three stages, the starting point of development, the appearance of opposites, and the unity of opposites." The counter-topic negates the main topic, the co-topic negates the anti-topic, and the co-topic negates the negation. You can't be wrong about that......"

When he got here, Yun Poyue slightly understood that what the reporter asked was not actually chicken feet.

Or just chicken feet.

Specific chicken feet.

Polished chicken feet.

It has been incorporated into the system and enshrined in the temple of the chicken feet.

It is necessary not only to transcend, to learn, to support, to integrate theory with practice, but also to go to the masses to learn and find wisdom.

It should be in line with the three-stage development.

It is necessary to take into account the current situation.

To integrate philosophy.

In the end, Yun Poyue finally turned from a little understanding to a complete confusion.

He has even forgotten that between him and famous reporters, who is the one who is good at using such a weapon as a chicken claw and making a name for himself in the rivers and lakes?

The power of knowledge is immense.

No wonder Old Master Meng blew when he met people: the benevolent are invincible.

Yun Poyue felt extremely ashamed again.

Only then did he understand how dazed and unjustified his love and hatred for so many years were.

After breaking up with the journalist, he walked out the door and wandered directionlessly around the town. Find a way back in time. He went to the nearest bar and ordered a cocktail.

The beauty who delivered the wine, Raphael Lyumensetes, wore a long dance dress and spun rapidly, she not only had a full and straight chest, but also a wide and attractive ass.

If you drink too much, you can also be rough with her.

The premise is to have enough gold on hand.

But the clouds and the moon will not.

He was dressed in a decent gown, with a snow-white scarf tucked in his collar, his face lanky, and his fingers pale and a little nervously shaking. He couldn't control that. Over the years, as long as he didn't hold the blade of the chicken claw in his hand, this stress reaction would occur.

But now it's just right to disguise him as a gentleman.

Even wandering poets.

Violin.

Yun Poyue drank several large glasses of wine in a row, and then left the bar, standing alone, standing in the middle of the square with her arms outstretched, as if she wanted to wake up the whole world, and roared hoarsely: "What ****** names, they are all **** raised!"

Then he flew back to his lodgings.

When he entered the house, he leaned his head against the door.

I want to cry without tears.

Then he kicked over a coffee table and two wooden stools.

Once again, he felt strongly that his world was heavily polluted.

When was the last time?

And where?

A meandering river comes to mind.

Black Tree Tree.

Low bench.

Saliva flies and rushes to stand tall teeth.

Rows of round women's buttocks washing clothes under the riverbank.

He was only twelve years old.

Go laundry with your mother.

Lao Li's sister-in-law and sixth aunt began to twist their tongues.

Lift the dust and restore history.

To explore a mysterious mystery that happened more than ten years ago, with 138 versions, and it is extremely exciting.

Crying in bed in the middle of the night.

Women love to twist their tongues. It's nature. It's also a hobby. The joy of good, dancing with hands, even the Confucian saint is very supportive. How else to say "three women in one play"?

In the face of the ridicule of Lao Li's sister-in-law, the sixth aunt was calm.

In the past ten years, she has been one after another, giving birth to five children for her sixth uncle, who has experienced a hundred battles and is full of energy, and she is no longer the little daughter-in-law who was shy and withdrawn.

The sixth aunt laughed, very proud: "What if you cry! I love to cry, I am willing, I am happy, I am happy and I hum when I am happy -- unlike some people, who have been married for 20 years and have nine droughts in 10 years! ”

This is to mock Brother Li.

I heard that Lao Li was a soldier in his early years, and he fought with the former emperor Zhu Yuanzhang to fight the world in the east and west, but he was injured in the lower body and could not be personnel. So I haven't had children all these years.

As soon as Sister-in-law Li heard this, the cheerful atmosphere on her face really decreased a lot.

The sixth aunt was satisfied in her heart, and she decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue, annihilate the enemy, and fight a beautiful turnaround: "Now our uncompetitive one, let me be obedient." Kowtow every day and say good things. I asked him, don't you have to be patient, don't you want to be strong? Come, the old lady is enough -- twice a night, and if you don't work enough, you won't call it a day!"

After saying that, Chengxing rolled his clothes into a ball and threw them into the river with a thud, stirring up high waves.

Lao Li's sister-in-law was unwilling, attacked in a roundabout way, and tried to save the defeat: "Don't brag, twice a night, can you do it? ”

As he spoke, he squeezed his eyes at Yun Poyue, who was standing behind him.

The sixth aunt turned her head, glanced at her contemptuously, and pouted: "Just him, small bones and small meat, I can't plug my teeth enough!"

The woman washing clothes by the river was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. (To be continued.) )