Fortune Telling II

The little old man's scientific name is not very elegant, and it is difficult to reveal his nickname. There is no nickname for the time being. Lyrelion used to be a serious nonsense on the Internet, but in reality he was a boring, wretched, gloomy, low-key old man whose only interest was smoking and drinking. However, misfortunes never come singly. Not long ago, a mobile phone was stolen, and the class of N classes was about to change the little old man from a telephone pole to a bamboo pole. So I feel melancholy, depressed, dissatisfied and unable to resolve—— One night after self-study, I rode an electric donkey home. It's a dark night with a dark moon and dark wind, and the stars are dim. It's really the best time to kill people and steal goods. The little old man had nothing but today's test paper in his arms. Who would have thought that his old eyesight would be dimmed, the donkey barked, and he slipped on a pile of dog excrement. He stumbled and fell into the sewer. All he could hear was an evil laugh: "If you come out to fool around, sooner or later you have to pay back——" The little old man stretched out his hand and shouted: "The sky has no eyes! Little old man, please keep your duty!" "If you stick to your duty, there will be no such thing as a gangster in the world. You have been talking nonsense for a long time, and you should have a taste of it! If you want to come back, you must be the best!" "Excellent?" Why does the little old man think it sounds so familiar? The voice chuckled evilly: "As a man, it is good to be able to advance and retreat, bend and stretch, and be civilized and martial, but if you can be a man and a woman, be able to attack and receive, and take everything big and small, then you are the best!" The little old man didn't have time to argue, his vision went dark and he fainted. Have to wake up—— Readers, you'd better watch it for yourselves. This is a history of blood and tears, and it's unbearable to look back. Now when I spoke, the little old man was also confused and speechless in the wind. Friendly reminder: This is an article written by someone with a convulsive brain disorder. Anyone with a normal mind and a clear mind should read with caution! Conception: