Xiubaike on the Moshang

Plot flow, save it and open it. I hope it will be about 100,000 words, but it seems that it will be a lot more at present... What should I do if my world view becomes more and more scary... Shuangqiang / travel through the past and present / past life be, present life he The living person is slightly dead and has fun, the handsome person is × the loyal dog is paranoid and the cold beauty is attacking Shou is cool, but he's just pretending. Long Aotian is so cute pretending to be serious! A series of short stories, unpopular themes, practice calligraphy/painting/writing! Copywriting ○The past chapter In the sixteenth year of Chengchang, a handsome young man was born in Jianghu. A jade flute and half-volume painted fan stirred the soft red color ten feet high. Lian Jue likes to get drunk with beautiful women. He has a chivalrous character and a soft heart, and he is best concerned with the injustices in the world. His romantic charm, his ability to step on the clouds to catch a glimpse, and the "Junzi Sword", which was famous all over the world in his early years and excelled in both piano and sword, are also known as "Xiu Baike". The green mountains are like Xiu, and the white clouds rise out of Xiu. Chen Anheng thought Lian Jue was attracting bees and butterflies, but Lian Jue laughed at Chen Anheng for being old-fashioned and boring. But if half a jar of strong liquor goes down the throat, all the past resentment is discarded, and the person rolls over with his arms crossed, it will be a different situation. * After many years of wasted time, Chen Anheng returned here. In the memory of the mountain wind hunting, Lian Jue looked up at the stars: "Aheng, look at this world, where fame, fortune, love, and hatred are the cause, and the ocean of suffering is ups and downs. Who can have all the happiness?" Back then, he gave a safe answer: "Fame and wealth are all vain, but if it is for the benefit of the people, it can also be said to be a good path." "But I just want to live a true life." Lian Jue tilted his head slightly and gave him the stars in his eyes, "It's not bad to give everything you have." So Lian Jue was like a falling flame, burning his bones and blood into ashes. Chen Anheng stood alone on the empty mountain, vaguely hearing laughter scattered in the wind. It turns out that whisper was not a drunken sigh. Lian Jue knew long ago that he had no control over his fate, but he still made a pact with his life and violently stuffed it into his palm. It's because he didn't hold on tightly, allowing the stopped clouds to disperse into vast blood, with no way back. ○Modern Edition Lian Jue lay in the VIP ward for two years and six months. When he woke up, not only was he not thin, but he also gained 18 pounds. He opened his eyes and saw the evil fate beside the bed, and he was happy: "The fortune teller said that there is a disaster in my life, and it turns out to be your kid." After Chen Anheng was silent for a moment, he rang the call bell frantically: "Come here! The patient is crazy!" Lian Jue: "?" What did you say? ? ? In the end, Lian Jue collapsed due to being in bed for too long and was outnumbered. He was tied to a shelf by a group of bald experts in white coats. His chest heaved violently with anger, and he used his remaining brute strength to struggle and give a middle finger. * Another year, Lian Jue rejected Chen Anheng's advances. "Brother Lian, you and I are in love, why should we worry about other people's opinions?" That's an excuse. Lian Jue's throat felt bitter. How to explain? In my heart, there is An Heng who is crying in front of me, and there is also A Heng who is unforgettable in his past life. Since I picked up the jade flute again, the shadow of my past has been surging like a tide day and night. Lian Jue hugged his lover in this life, and his heart and soul flew to another time and space again. The dream is him, the nightmare is him. Those who commit suicide will fall into the eighteen levels of hell, and their sins will be serious. Half asleep and half awake, Chen Anheng held the person down, his eyes dyed red with desire: "Where is this place?" Lian Jue wondered when he had the habit of talking in his sleep again. He sighed secretly, raised his legs and kicked the person out of bed. Chen Anheng looked around, then stared back at the face of Lian Jue, who had shrunk into the quilt with only half of his head exposed: "Brother Lian, do you really not recognize me?" —— I couldn't help but suck Xiao Lian, my dear boy, he sucked him... I am really handsome. I have drawn more than 30,000 strokes including scraps. I can't draw clothes and I am worried about being bald. My mother worked hard to draw, but no one looked at it anyway. Did you see the gold nugget on the flute? Yes! Knife! Ah - An Heng couldn't find my body and swallowed it and was carried away, so no matter how awesome the hero is, his intestines are still soft:) Let you be self-denial in your first life (but you didn't do it less, you big pig's hooves) and you will be imprisoned without a wife! I also slowly touched An Heng out... Guys, please don't be on the wrong side, my xp is so unpopular In fact, there is another painting of the wet version in white clothes, but I won't show it to you hehehehe The only book about chasing a wife and crematorium, but it's not about emotional problems. It's the kind of thing that makes straight men turn around and still have emotional problems. It can't be called offensive. It really has to be beaten to death with sticks, broken bones and ashes scattered. Intention: Looking back to see you, the mountains and rivers are fine