At the end of the north wind, there are no six outs.

The weather is dry, dry, air-cold, and pervasive.

There are no leaves to fall, and all the grass is withered.

In front of the room, two people, drinking, the moon and stars are rare.

You can go to death. This was said by Suno Michi.

Ignore me! I'm annoyed! This was said by Fang Yedao.

It's a waste to live, a waste of my good wine. Su Dao took a sip of wine and sighed.

You're a liar! It's been eight lifetimes before I got to know you! Daoist Fang drank it all and said viciously.

After a long period of silence, one person looked at the sky and the other looked at the ground.

Finally, Su Dao Chang explained: "I forgot to tell you that as a donkey, life is more bitter, when you are born, you work on your donkey's body, and when you die, people eat its flesh, this is life, you don't care too much." Daoist Fang was gloomy. Su Dao Chang said again: "Fortunately, when you are distressed, you can call twice, so that you can feel more comfortable, uh-ah, uh-huh, that's it, you can call." After a while, Daoist Fang sighed: "I don't want to scold people, please respect yourself." ”

There was silence again, some people drank alone, and some people looked up at the sky.

"It's obviously you who made the Zhuyan Dan, why do you say it's a flower monk, say it's him, and give it to me?" Su Dao Chang smiled: "What is mine is his, and he gave it to you." And he said, "He doesn't have the leisure to do all this nonsense." ”

"Does it work? Really?"

"I don't know, I haven't eaten it. ”

"You're really messing around, messing around!"

"I know all the herbs and medical skills, and I also taught the flower monk, do you think it works?"

"Works?"

"But that flower monk is now as green as blue and far better than me, why do you say?"

"Because he flowers, haha!"

"Because he is single-minded, he is overcome. ”

Su Dao Chang smiled and said, "You, are you single-minded?" The words were vague, as if they were referring to something, and Fang Yin turned his mind and felt depressed: "Don't say it again." "As far as she is concerned, Daoist Fang is natural, of course, it must be single-minded, but. Su Dao Chang smiled and said: "You don't do anything all day long, but no one can do this waste and you are very single-minded, heh!" "I'm happy! You don't care! Daoist Fang didn't pay attention to him, and he didn't bother to say anything." Su Dao Chang said to himself: "The years can't stay, and the face can't stay, but the years can heal all wounds, and they are better than all elixir fairy prescriptions." ”

After that, he got up and left, and went back to the house to sleep.

Wind-

In the crack of the door, through the broken window, in the collar, in the sleeve and in the trouser legs, whistling and whimpering. It's like a sad song. His hands and feet were numb, his limbs were cold, his heavy winter clothes still couldn't stop him, and his blood was so cold that he had to coagulate. A glimmer of warmth in my heart made me know that I was still alive. In the endless darkness, who lights a lamp for me, drives away the sorrow and loss in my heart, and makes me see the road ahead. I am Fang Yin, who is me? Alive, alive, why am I still alive?

Dead, so what?

Insomnia is a habit, even if you drink too much.

Headaches, irritability, frustration, discouragement, or confusion.

Fang Yin, you are a tragedy, a great tragedy! Fang Yin told himself.

Daoist Fang faced the bleak life.

Poor people must have something to hate, Honestly!

Daoist Fang hated himself incomparably!

Cheer up!

What about cheering up?

So Daoist Fang untied his belt in this cold night and committed suicide by hanging himself.

Martyrdom.

Of course that's impossible, he's a coward, and it's really not courageous to really die. So Daoist Fang knew that he was degenerate and had no face to see people, and sat on the small Baicao Peak all day long, eating and waiting for death with the same pathetic Su Ye Dao, and finally became a complete savage, so he disdained to be with him. Decades later, the two of them were buried in the barren mountains, and there was nowhere to talk about desolation. Not even a paper-burning one.

Of course that's possible, this is what Daoist Fang's tragic fate should be, if not-

More than a month has passed, and this year's winter is exceptionally cold!

Su Dao Chang is right, time can heal all wounds. Fang Yin had thought countless times that he couldn't bear the pain and was about to die, but Fang Yin didn't die after all. I thought that the tears were dry, and it was still endless, I thought that sometimes I would cry, I wanted to cry but there were no tears, after all, it was better, not as I imagined, my heart hurt my heart, when the pain became a habit, but I found that the pain was not as I imagined, it was difficult to endure and it was difficult to endure, when the torment became a habit, but I found that the torment was not what I imagined, just like the scars on the face, slowly and slowly disappeared, and suddenly found that it was long gone-

Maybe one day.

Everything is changing.

As the saying goes, the pole of things must be the opposite of the pole, there is a way that the ups and downs of life should not be too fast, once a philosopher once said, there are no two identical leaves on the tree, and there is no one in the world who blindly carries it. Although Daoist Fang's martial arts are not good and his work is unreliable, although he is a little stupid, a little stupid, a little bit of life and a little hard, but Daoist Fang's character is still okay, not how good it is, and he is not a bad person. Besides, Daoist Fang didn't offend anyone, and he rarely spoke ill of people behind his back, although he used to be naughty and messy like one hundred and eight, but one hundred and eight have all progressed and have gone to maintain world peace and save ......

It is to believe that this world has heavenly principles, axioms and mothers, bad luck will stuff your teeth when you drink cold water, when good luck comes, you can't stop it, spring flowers will bloom! Winter will also bloom! When heaven and earth are unified, ten thousand flowers bloom! This night finally snowed, so the snow as a mirror of heaven and earth as evidence, Fang Taoist finally came to run and was fortunate to finally meet a real master, since then broke the cocoon and soared into the sky, got his own wonderful and brilliant, but also created his own -

Landmark!

To be precise, it was not a high man, but a big one.

Immortal!