Why Is the Main Line Missing?

Attacking perspective: When I was born, I could walk and talk after two days. I had already reached the rebellious stage at one week old. Having said all this, I just want to say that I am not a human being. Some people told me that I was a devil, but when I saw my destined family, my most stern mother, my most reliable brother, my favorite best friend, my most gentle wife, and the indispensable other half of my soul, I immediately turned on my fighting face. I can be human. The other half of my soul:. There can't be so many people standing here "So I became human." ———————— Shou (one) perspective: Noah is a herb gatherer. He went to the mountain hoping to save money for retirement. Unexpectedly, one day he was entangled by an illiterate genius magician who seemed to have mental retardation and was extremely powerful. This person's intelligence is unknown, his age is unknown, his identity is unknown, and his strength is unknown, but his face is three-thirds like his own. Very scary. On the first night when he was tortured by this person and was exhausted and vomiting blood, Noah was at his wits end. My parents who died young, please show me a clear path... The parents in the dream each gave a thumbs up. Noah's mother: I cook delicious food and have a wife. Noah's dad: Haha, is it delicious? That's fine with me. Noah woke up with an expressionless face. It's a human being and I eat it. —————————— ? Perspective: Have you ever wondered why the world is like this? Have you ever doubted that there are gods in the world, or that there really is a pair of invisible hands controlling everything? Perhaps fate has already been determined, and everyone has their own ending. At least in this world, everyone revolves around a given script and unconsciously performs it for the audience, like chess pieces and props. This fragile world needs a gaze from outside space and time to stay alive, and a story that is exciting enough can retain the audience. Who writes the story, who performs it, from whose perspective, and how does it end? The one who decides all this must be someone who stands outside the story and the stage, looking down at the whole world, and craving for wonderful stories just like the audience. They will not be recorded in the story, nor will they stand on the stage themselves. Their final destination is the [ending], which is the final period in a story. And? It is such an existence. In a sense, he can be called the creator of [Demon King] and the creator of all characters. The will of the world, God, gods, beings, systems, whatever you want to call it, that govern the fate of all living things. As the supreme being, [? Dream of creating a traditional but classic, 6+ child-oriented fairy tale of a brave man fighting the devil. But when he woke up, he found that his precious devil had run away with the will-o'-the-wisp yellow hair that came from nowhere. ? : Obviously, it was me who came first! How come a peach was stolen by a passerby NPC who wasn't even a background! Then who can make up for the Demon King I lack? ———————— Second perspective: I haven't written it yet, but it would be nice to write it down first. My name is Samuel, and I am the young boss of Flower Street in the town. I grew up in a building where my family loved me and I had no worries about food and clothing. My sisters in the building were all very kind to me. Growing up among women, I am not bad looking, and I am also good at talking. It can be said that I am not stained by a leaf among thousands of flowers. Today there was a strange man who looked very clean on the street. I rescued him from his naughty sister with great righteousness. The man with long black hair nodded politely to me. Me: What are you here for? The man lowered his eyebrows and said seriously: "I'm here to learn from xxoo." I:? Do you still want to learn this stuff? ? ? It's been a long time since there was such a strange thing on the street, so I quickly invited people into the building. The man sat down obediently and spoke sincerely: "I have a friend..." No, buddy, it would be boring if you act so coquettishly. The blue-eyed man said: I have a friend, but we are more than just friends. He is my destined family, my favorite best friend, and the indispensable other half of my soul. But he seems to have developed extraneous feelings for me recently (crosses arms). We have long been accustomed to hugging each other, sleeping together, and by the way we just kissed today. But he found out that I had no desire for him, so he got angry and left me behind. The man looked at Samuel with hopeful eyes: So, please teach me xxoo! Please! My teeth ached when I heard it, and I grinned. What a pair of hard-luck mandarin ducks. It's no use to you if I give you a chance, I'm just covering myself up with a quilt and just chatting. We just kissed today, is it pure love? That's a bit interesting. I folded my arms and looked at him, and asked seriously: Are you masculine? The man was stunned. He was about to say something, but after a long time he choked out: "Like wilting." "." Lost virgin, please feel free to leave it to me! ! ! Samuel snapped his fingers, and the warblers rushed into the private room. A few minutes later, the long-haired man sat on the couch like a Maitreya Buddha. The sisters and sisters around him formed a circle and covered their mouths. Some of them had tears on their faces and some looked relieved: he is a good boy. It didn't mean anything at all, Samuel had no choice. At this time, the man raised a finger: Hey, I have an idea. In this way, the long-haired man named Yue settled in Flower Street after being kicked out of his house. During this time, he and I became good friends and brothers. My new best friend told me stories about him and his lover every day, and our relationship gradually became closer. "My lover is older than me and is very tolerant of me. He is a bit awkward but very cute." Samuel imagined the scene of "the sour teacher-student love between the older sister who is tolerant and mature but also arrogant and the younger brother Asashi Baiqie who is ignorant and straightforward". Samuel became more and more curious about the woman named Noah. Her brother seems to really like her. "It's delicious? To be honest, my cooking skills are not very good. He has always cooked at home." "Noah is naturally the best." "I'm telling you, Noah..." Noah, Noah, always the same Noah! Is a girlfriend so important? ! ! Samuel never thought in his life that he would be jealous of his brother's girlfriend. Until one night, Samuel discovered that he actually fell in love with his best friend. Samuel stayed up all night, immersed in the sadness of becoming a gay man. As soon as I went out the next morning, my heartless best friend patted me on the shoulder sincerely: "Samuel, why didn't you sleep? You need to have a good rest. Oh, by the way, I told you Noah..." Me:. Do the readers in front of the screen think I will succeed? I never thought that my love journey would be so difficult, but it's okay, you have to fight for love! Although my friend has a partner, he doesn't have a mistress yet! Do you understand monogamy? The amoral Samuel managed to convince himself. Since then, I've been trying everything around. Me: (asking politely) What do you think of gay men? He was silent for a long time: Gay, no. My breath hitched. He continued: But I think it's okay, do you think I'm weird? I was overjoyed. Who said this gay man was bad? This gay man was so good! Me: How could I think you are weird! The two of us hugged each other and cried, as if we regretted seeing each other so late. Him: (with tears in his eyes) Good brother! Me: (with tears streaming down my face) Good brother! Great, he can accept men, and the next step is to boil the frog in warm water. Samuel did not believe in religion or gods, but every night he prayed devoutly that Noah would not come here. While boiling frogs, an accident made me discover the secret of my best friend. It turns out he's not a human being, it doesn't matter, it's harmless. After we exchanged identities, he became closer to me and hugged my neck tightly: "From now on, you will be my best friend besides Noah!!!" Me:. The road to boiling frogs is long and arduous. That night, my friend looked excited and asked me to have a men's night meeting. His expectant eyes were so dazzling that I couldn't refuse. He looked at me excitedly while covering himself with the quilt. I slowly tore the quilt off his body, and then began to unbutton it ambiguously. "If Noah doesn't want to teach you, let me teach you." Him:? I coaxed and coaxed, slowly lowering his bottom line, but in the end I didn't take that step. One day, another man came to the flower street, saying that he was looking for Yue. The day came anyway. I looked at the person sent by my friend's partner and smiled fakely. "Haha, what kind of moon is that? There is no moon here at all." The man seemed very sure that the person he was looking for was here, and he refused to give up. Samuel used all the art of speaking he had learned in his life, but he couldn't resist the sharpness of the man in front of him. So difficult. But this is my territory. I smiled and asked his name, and it took a while to get to know him. The man frowned, then as if he thought of something, he crossed his arms and looked at me, and sneered: My name is Noah. Noah, right? Why are you tugging? It depends on me... "?" Wait. What did he say his name was? My brain was shut down and I fooled him away by instinct. The arrogant eldest sister Noah was deceived into leaving because she was anxious and confused. The conversation I had with my good friend flashed through my mind like a shortcut key was pressed, and I later realized that he had never said that Noah was a woman. Now that I think about that night when we hugged each other and cried, it was probably just the tears he shed because he was accepted after he came out to his family and friends. I:. I'm still thinking about your plan to boil the frog in warm water. ... The plan to climb into bed is urgent! ! ! That night, I climbed into my friend's bed, and under his horrified eyes, completed the commission we had made when we first met. The little boss of Huajie always does what he says. ———————— I wrote this article a long time ago, and I may come back and rewrite it one day, but it's currently sitting here. Stacked Armor: A self-produced cerebral palsy novel, illogical, inhumane, digging holes without filling them, the protagonist and supporting characters are morally corrupt, the language is illogical, the characters are messy, the characters have changed greatly, the writing style of an elementary school student is full of typos, and I write whatever I dream about. Suitable for readers who can eat anything or who love Akaashi. It's not pure love, it's a little pure love, but it's not pure love, but there must be a bloody minotaur. Run quickly, there is an abyss ahead! 1. This article is the author's first work. This article strictly has no outline. (But I have to say it's not completely absent.) Write wherever you really dream. If you feel that it is inconsistent, then you are eating a large portion. That is because the author did not follow the recipe at all and kept improvising. If one day you find out, "Hey, I didn't think it was written like this when I read it before." It is most likely that the author made up the setting after writing it until it got round to the end. Please pretend not to have seen it to protect the author's fragile self-esteem. 2. I am a maniac about editing copywriting. The author has absolutely no idea what the public's red flags are. If he encounters an uncomfortable situation, he can tactfully suggest it and I will add it to the copywriting. He also doesn't know what to tag. Because the author's psychological defense is fragile, he may never contact the Internet again due to fear, so please be merciful. There are thousands of good articles. If you find that you can't eat it anywhere, please exit immediately. 3. Because I write whatever I dream about, you are welcome to discuss how the plot will develop later. Maybe the author is so excited by your idea that he actually writes it. Well, I still can't say for sure about be or he. I still don't know which lucky guest will get together in the end. 4. I won't hide it from you when I go. In fact, I wrote this article at the beginning just to see the people in it, so that in my mind's imagination they had already been banging for several rounds, but if I had written it according to my original idea, it would definitely not have passed the review. In the original idea, almost all of their emotional lines in the later period were in the process of banging. As a result, I may not really know how to write it later. I really have no idea. 5. I can only write mindless and retarded articles. Because the host is not good at Chinese and his writing style is poor and short-sighted, the world view of this article is extremely confusing and the narrative may be strange. You may see that one second I was saying "The brave man fights the devil, this is our bond!", And the next second I see the character there and I am happy. 6. The character's three views may not be the same as the author's three views, but the character's xp is most likely the author's xp. 7. The anchor who is being updated is in the critical period of his senior year in high school. His studies are tight and his work is heavy, so the update time depends on time and pressure (it means that he will write articles when he is under great academic pressure, what does it mean?). I don't understand at all why someone would start writing novels at this time. Are they really not afraid of not getting into college? Do the readers in front of the screen think that Zoubo will win? 8. The copy of Shou Er Er will not be released until it is written. Because I write too freely, I'm afraid it won't be rounded out. Samuel, please bear with me. Intention: When you encounter what you want, you should fight for it with all your might! (Make a fist)