Tip: The author has no contract or V. He wrote this article simply to satisfy his own addiction.
Mo An, a modern hard-working migrant worker, is so obsessed with a novel!
When you wake up, you are dead; when you sleep, you are alive. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river. He fell asleep countless times, woke up countless times, died countless times, and woke up countless times... In the countless times of waking up and dying like this, he saw the prosperity of the world, the vicissitudes of the sea, the suffering of the world, and the tip of the iceberg. How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang. Countless reincarnations, love, hate; lover, enemy... Everyone is a small gear, pulling and rolling...
He has experienced the hardships of life and death, they are like sharpening stone knives, sharpening him like a sharp sword. The edge of the blade is sharp and sharp. He is not afraid of strong enemies, overcomes obstacles, reaches for the stars and holds the moon, and looks proudly at the vastness.
In reality, facial paralysis, broken posture, lying flat... Are his labels, to be precise, they are the labels given to him by others. But only he knows what he is like. Under his thick skin, he will also show his sharp claws and fangs to others...
If you ask him what kind of person is the most terrifying, he will answer you: The person who cannot see through his heart is the most terrifying.
Intention: I'll think about it again