Life Backstage 1999

Let's just say, can you take a quick look at the introduction, or can you read the book without skipping through half a chapter? Isn't it clearly written in the book? That scumbag is dead. When he was in the underworld, even his soul was chopped into pieces. The current protagonist is another good person with the same name and surname, a good person, a good person, but he has the memory of the original owner and the obsession to compensate his wife and daughter. The author is really tired of encountering cloud readers all the time, alas! Forget it, I'm tired, let's destroy it!

This comment section is probably the worst author.

Good guy, these comments are all the author's own.

Author, your comments are so good, why don't you direct and act yourself?

This should not be commemorated.

I have no ancestral inheritance, so I sell my freedom; I scatter all the broken silver to build a house, and eat chaff and swallow vegetables every month; I work hard all day long, and have no time to watch the flowers bloom; I dare not slack off despite the wind and rain, when will I be debt-free!

I knelt down and asked the heaven why I came to this world. I have tasted all the ups and downs, and love, hate, and hatred are all fate. My heart is disgusted with the world, and I will be disliked by the world when I enter the world. If I come back in the next life, I will not be stained by even a wisp of smoke from the world!

Can you come back with such a scumbag at the beginning?

I have been walking on the earthly road for decades; my achievements have not been accomplished, and I am always sad in my heart; I claim to be a man, but I have no talent to help the world; my ambition was high when I was young, but now it has been wasted; the sun and the moon are passing by, and my appearance is getting older and fading; if my heart is not compassionate, how can I be helpless in the next life.

Borrowing a bowl of soup on the Naihe Bridge and burning incense under the bodhi tree; I am a passer-by in this world of mortals, and the three-life stone tells my sorrow; I asked for a bowl of Mengpo soup to end the sorrow and sorrow in this world; I would like to be a grass in the next life, and do not want to add sorrow to this world.

Everyone in the world has thousands of faces, and there are thousands of kinds of suffering in the world; there are endless joys and sorrows, and it is difficult to understand the clouds and clouds; some people have a lot of money, and some have rags; some are poor, and some return to their hometowns with wealth; everything is fate, and there is no choice.

It is better to marry an obedient woman than to marry a wife who has fallen into the trap; to marry a wife rather than a woman with a head-up attitude; to marry a man with a low head; to marry a man who is not good at choosing a husband will ruin his life; to marry a wife who is not virtuous will ruin three generations; good-looking skins can be seen everywhere, but only a few have decent views!

In the past, when the mist and rain fell in the capital, one person would hold an umbrella and two people would walk together; today, the mist and rain have cleared away, and there is only one figure left under the umbrella; walking alone for thousands of miles, one can clearly see the truth and lies in the world; everyone in this world has their first day, and from now on, there will be no mention of the love between a daughter!

If the heaven can be merciful to people, why will there be pain and sadness? Even if you have the intention, you are unable to do so, and you will travel around the world half asleep and half awake. After experiencing all kinds of suffering in the world, it is difficult to fall asleep because of the word love. The years are wasted and it is difficult to continue the love, and you will spend your remaining years alone in loneliness!

There are ghosts on the road to hell, but no ghosts come to hurt people; people are everywhere in the world, why do they all harbor ghosts; false feelings can be seen everywhere, and sincerity is nowhere to be found; dogs are still dogs when they enter reincarnation, but people may not still be human!

I go out early in the morning and come back late at night, wondering who am I in the vast sea of ​​people; my youth is gone on the road to work, and I have no house, no car, and no one to accompany me; it is already late at night when I come back from get off work, and when I grow up, I realize the heavy responsibilities; I am a farmer in the field, but my soul is wandering in a foreign land.

I work year after year and worry every year, I work overtime every month and worry every month; When will my hope come true and I won't have to worry about my livelihood anymore? I spent half my life wandering and half-injured, mostly suffering and desolation. Today I raise a glass and lament the past, when will I be able to buy half a house.

The author's writing is very good, definitely worth reading and subscribing! Recommend a book that is decisive in killing, sharp and joyful. "Old Man in Time Travel Picks Up Rags and Survives by Making Bad Movies" is hilarious...