Neon Strings Make Me Fly

Over there, the prosthetic eye is locking my biological signal in the data stream; here, ten thousand taels of gold are being hung and burned in every restaurant and restaurant. I know very well - everything in front of me is not the real enemy. The real enemy hides behind and stirs up disputes. The people of Dayun don't understand me, and I don't blame them. I will only use these eyes to stare at the only enemy. If we win, all the people in the world will be safe, but I will lose everything. I can't take into account the overall situation and the small family. The youthful spirit always felt that the world and the earth were in control, and he once vowed to protect everything. After all, he was fetching water from a bamboo basket, looking miserable. In the first half of my life, I was the only son of the richest man in Dayun, the direct descendant of the Dean of Songtao Academy and the Headmaster of Piaomiao Mountain. Everyone who sees me must address me as Master Guan. For the rest of my life, I was a wanted target in both circles. Everyone saw that I was avoiding me, and behind my back, maybe someone said: Disaster star They're not wrong. I was born with such a fate, but the first half of my life was covered by splendor and splendor. Now I wander between two worlds, A bar in New Canaan, Dayun's inn. Under the bright banner of finding a way out for the common people. Secretly, I just wanted to have peace of mind for myself. When will I be able to sleep peacefully, without worrying about anything, just wrapped in the warmth of the quilt, thinking about the homework that Master will check tomorrow morning, the chestnut flour cake made by my mother, the fragrance in my father's room... Slowly fall asleep among these scattered thoughts. In the dead of night, I always think about it. When I was a child, my master taught me fortune-telling. The horses and stars moved, and I was wandering for half my life. Now that I think about it, it really is: "Linshui Station, empty mountain station. Even though the moon is bright, we miss each other thousands of miles apart. Dreams are close at hand, but diligent reading measures."