"Hey ~" The old wine head didn’t answer and despised it.
Los feather will be confused in the heart says "you said desire that split incense? Oh ~ old thing, you say simple, don’t you have desire? "
"Yes!" The old winehead justly spit out one mouthful smoke and blew Luo Yu’s face.
When Luo Yu was choking, he frowned and coughed. He said, "Oh, when I desire, I am a desire, but I clearly know that desire is not me. It is just a tool for me. I will not rely on it or let me be it. I am an angel. It will not influence me, let alone make me sad, angry and crazy."
Luo Yu heard it as pungent and uncomfortable as this choking smoke, but she couldn’t catch it!
It’s so foggy and it makes sense …
But before he can ask the old wine head that the cigarette rod has blocked Luo Yu’s mouth, "Don’t ask me too many questions, I don’t necessarily want you, and I don’t necessarily know."
Suddenly Luo Yu seems to have lost something …
Heh ~
Embarrassed, he smiled and took a long breath with some relief. "Now I gradually feel that everything you say seems to be very reasonable, but it’s … nonsense. Am I too young or are you old?"
"Hey ~" The wine head is happy and has come to the spirit. "You’re … interesting! But then again, what is young? As if no one had ever been young? Are you old? Do you really see that I am proud? "
Luo Yu laughed so happily that she turned red and swollen, and her cheeks twisted with pain, but she still laughed. "Do you always want to talk to me about life?"
"Life?" The old wine head looks very disdainful. "Hey ~ I forgot to quit!"
Looking at still smirking at yourself, Luo Yu’s wine head is always sighing inexplicably.
He looked at the old withered willow not far away and said, "~ Life is like a tree growing in the wind and rain. How many fruits do the sunshine branches and leaves flourish?" The rainy season is full of sadness, which accumulates with the growth rings … and gradually forgets that it is half the pursuit of beauty and half the acceptance of incompleteness. I used to hate it, but now I just smile indifferently.
Sit like chaos, impartial and motionless. "
Listening to the old wine head sigh with emotion, Luo Yu also turned to look at the withered willow.
He smiled and said, "I can’t see that you’re an old thing with an open-minded outlook on life."
"Open-minded?" The wine head sent a supercilious look and disdained, "The pattern is small! Hey ~ it’s not your fault. Who told me to live forever? There is no way that life is so smelly that you can’t die if you want to die … ~ low-key, low-key! "
Luo Yu still looked at the withered willow swaying slightly with the breeze not far away and murmured, "Is the neutrality of the willow wind pneumatic or willow?"
The old winehead patted his ass and fell into a dusty face.
He suddenly kicked Luo Yu like a dead dog.
This foot feather didn’t escape, but it didn’t hurt at all, but the body shook violently!
He … Laughed!
The old winehead snorted with a straight face. "~ Just laugh! There are forty-nine days when you should know what it means, and then see if you can still laugh at this stupidity. "
Luo Yu was beaten in a mess, but he still lay on his side as if he were not beaten. He smiled positively. "I’m really afraid of death … but I’m not afraid of death."
I don’t know
At the moment, the old wine head looks like an inflated little old man who is not to be outdone. He spat, "Hum ~ I’m afraid of chatting, old son, and I’m not afraid of chatting."
Sitting up on the incense table, looking up at the sun and turning around, Luo Yu, the old wine head, quickly asked, "So … is there anything else to explain?"
The wine head stopped for a moment, and he said faintly, "Well, I will tell every old man who splits incense that you are no exception … You must be in a way that you don’t want to get the word, thus releasing a desire without desire and chopping out an unintentional sword. This is what I know …"
Luo Yu listened to the contradictory words and murmured,’ … being in a state where you don’t want to get the word, thus releasing a desire without desire and chopping out an unintentional sword …’!
Slowly, he suddenly smiled as if he were distracted by the clouds. "So … what you ask for is what you get. Is that what you said?"
The old winehead didn’t give a definite answer. Maybe he knew or didn’t even know himself.
The old wine is very contradictory.
But … life is contradictory.
And’ life is contradictory’ seems to make sense.
On this day, there was no wicker beating in the stone mound
Maybe silly was beaten up … all silly don’t pull a few arbor to rest in a daze.
……
The next day was as sunny as a shower.
The stone mound still doesn’t sound familiar with wicker whipping. It seems that stupidity is really beaten.
On the third day, the weather remained fine.
The wicker sound still didn’t sound silly. I still sat with my back against the stone table of the incense table and my eyes closed. It was like a serious injury … Belching.