He was like a gambler who had risked his entire fortune but gained nothing, tearing off the prayer beads on his chest with his red eyes.
The beads rolled down in front of the Buddha, making a sound like something breaking. The ding-ding-dong-dong sound was annoying.
"Do you dare to face the Buddha you admire most..." The cold voice seemed to be absent, and in a daze, he returned to the chess room. The smoke is lingering, and the tea is especially warm.
The man in front of him held the sunglasses in his hands and raised his eyes: "Tell me again that you are not tempted?"
Very cold voice.
He only remembered that the cassock made people feel uncomfortable and the sandalwood incense was unbearable to smell.
The unspeakable sweetheart in front of me gently put down the chess piece, surrounded by enemies on all sides, unable to escape.
He squeezed the Yingying Baizi in his hand: "I lost."
Just like now, prayer beads are scattered all over the floor and wooden fish and drumsticks are falling apart.
A complete mess, a total failure.
Intention: The road is difficult to walk, but that does not mean there is no way.