Portrait

Everything in heaven and earth is painted with a brush. In the painted world, those who are born do not have the appearance of babies, and those who die do not appear to be old and sick. As long as there is life, there will also be death. This is the normal way. However, under the brush, one cannot control one's appearance; between life and death, one cannot control one's fate. … … Feng Lin picked up the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and said with a smile: Nowhere to go, nothing to do, aimless, and extremely boring. Huang Shang's words were concise and concise: I am worshiped by the world and occupy this position. All my life, I only want to paint a peaceful world. Therefore, things must be done and there is no way out. Mo Sheng seemed to be looking at her, and at the same time looking at the world, and said softly: I am actually not a god. I created you, but I can never wait for you. You are where my heart is and where my dreams are. Mu Zhi smiled, revealing two sweet dimples: I want to open a medical clinic to treat diseases and save people. Xuan Yin seemed to be watching the distant future and said in a deep voice: I hope that in this world, the poor will be rich, the humble will be respected, the fools will learn from them, and there will be no distinction between high and low, and the world will be unified. Xiao Yi paused and said: I did have a heartbeat. Thinking about it, it really shouldn't happen. After all, that's not what I want. Huang Wei is always so determined: From beginning to end, I am only loyal to Lord Huang's order. Xuanyang laughed several times: It's boring, so it doesn't matter. Danqing confessed in a low voice: "I am just a servant of the gods. How can I save you since I am committed to the gods?" Bai Wu's eyes were filled with sadness, he looked at the brush in his hand and murmured to himself: Who was wrong? … … Feng Lin thought for a while and said: Forget it, let me see the truth of this world.