Thousands of Plain Hands

One day, a man who was once again suffering from madness stared at the picture of a beautiful woman in his hand for a long time, puzzled. Who is the person in the picture? Why does he look so familiar? I thought about it for a long time, but finally, I still couldn't remember it. So when a man meets someone with a painting, he is not ashamed to ask questions. The first person looked at the painting and his eyes widened: "Could the person in the painting be an immortal!" The man took out a round mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and asked doubtfully: "Is this my sister, so she has the same amazing appearance as me? But she obviously doesn't look like her..." The second person stared at the person in the painting with an incomprehensible expression. His slender fingers trembled and touched the eyebrows of the person in the painting. His lips moved but he didn't utter a word for a long time. The man got impatient and pulled the scroll back, muttering dissatisfiedly: "If you don't know me, I don't know you. It's like she killed your mother. After all, there is a half chance that this girl will be my sister. If you dare to take it out on her painting, I will use your head as a ball to kick!" The man was startled, looked at the man thoughtfully for a while, and then suddenly walked away. The third person looked at the painting and was surprised on the surface but secretly delighted: "Where did this painting come from, sir? Have you seen this woman recently? If you meet her, you must stay away. Those who are good-looking these days are unreliable. The more delicate the flowers are, the more ruthless they are. Don't look at it." This beautiful girl is actually a heinous gangster who commits murder, arson, rape, and robbery... But if you really meet her, don't worry, come to me, I will definitely contribute to the peace of the world with the purpose of punishing evil and promoting good! " … After waiting for a long time for a reply, a passerby looked up and saw that the man had long since disappeared. The afterglow of the setting sun has ended, revealing the silhouettes of people in silence. After searching and searching for a long time, I finally came home with a long sigh. The road in the rivers and lakes is long, where is my beloved? The beautiful woman touched her forehead and sighed: "Oh my god! I have been waiting for you at home..."