Invincible Library

I had just come out of prison, and if I think about it carefully, the first half of my life was like a pool of muddy water. In 2001, at a bar, someone from the table opposite me whistled at her and started drinking with her. I drank too much, so I took out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. It lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, the streets were full of people praying to Buddha, and the lonely sandbank was so cold. Fifteen years have passed, and things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes, and my heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy, and I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. It was 15 years ago, a familiar street, a familiar scene, but I just couldn't find the familiar person. I woke up crying in the dream. I can't go back to the past. What's left now is just nostalgia. I'm almost 30, and suddenly I feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking alone, and don't know where to go? The night before her wedding, I drove 400 kilometers through the night and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs and the lights in the room were still on. I didn't dare to disturb her. I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs at her house. After finishing the wine, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not me. , She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, the firecrackers went off, and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy, and suddenly a text message came from my mobile phone, which was sent by her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you again in the next life. Just forget me." In fact, she had been watching me drinking from behind the curtain that night and cried late... That day, my heart hurt like countless needles. I cried and was very sad. I wish her happiness. Although the groom is not me, I have loved the bride... I have no regrets. Whether it is success or failure, it will be in vain, whether it is life or death. Life is only a hundred years old. Why should I be obsessed with a result? Looking back at dusk, the events of that year are still vivid in my mind. I have been thinking about this question for half my life, and finally got the answer: I will definitely do it next time.

Where is Lord Ye? Didn't you say a few weeks?

Big update at night! Recently I've been bored and watching female videos.

When will Ye Da recover?

See you in ten days. . . . . . . . . .

Hmm... It's difficult to write horror in the Ye capital system. Is it related to the ending of Ye Buyu? And another new book? If you write two books together, will time come quickly?

Can you give me a catalog of your novels? I want to buy a set of paper novels to read.

I hope Ye Buyu can release a second part of Ye Buyu, and I hope I can still see my Yue Xin

I was preparing to fatten up a little, but the result was gone

The evil spirit card is really finished. Damn it, God damn ending.