After nine o'clock, Yu Chubei picked up the water cup and got up. His cousin had a tough background. If he didn't come, he wouldn't come. He went to get water.

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In the Gu family villa, in a cold and humid cave in the back mountain.

Gu Junzhi was wearing yesterday's clothes, his hair scattered irregularly on his forehead. He leaned against the stone wall in the corner, hugged his knees, but his eyes turned to his body, looking indifferently at the water droplets slowly falling under the stone wall.

His eyes were too calm, like a solidified lake water, unable to produce a ripple or reflect no light. He was cold and his eyes fell in the cave without any emotional ups and downs.

But his body was like a sharp sword that was unaware of it, hanging high in the sky, quiet and sharp!

From last night to now, he sat in this corner, and he had calmed down and confronted himself last night until now. He knew and didn't know what the meaning was, and felt that it was just a waste of time.

Time is lost little by little, and the sound of water dripping for a long time echoing in the empty cave.

Gu Junzhi suddenly smiled coldly, intertwined with the wet and green moss around him, making him look gloomy and terrifying.

But he was very calm, as calm as a doctor who looked at the patient, as every black and white book he had read, as the iron frame on his arm when he was training an eagle; as the cold gun hole during a mission.

He is sick and needs to treat himself every moment.

But this time, he shouldn't even appear here. He just wants to share his emotions with others, not to calm himself down.

And he is not sick.

Mom loved him, but mom died, right in front of him, in the explosion.

But this was a long time ago and it was not enough to make a reason for his illness.

Therefore, everything is nothing but an illusion, a lack of desire to share with others, a sense of reason to find for depravity and indulgence in all externalities!

So, it's meaningless.

Gu Junzhi's eyes were scattered and wise, neither sad, joy, nor anger, nor entanglement, just like a doll carefully made by a paranoid master with his life's essence and blood. The dark green blood jade may be the eyes of a living person. It looks extremely realistic, but it is a false dead object, exuding gloomy and terrifying.

"He said he was not sick and laughed to death!" The girl's face was twisted, she was wearing exaggerated red nails, and she covered her mouth with a sharp laugh.

Distorted laughter came one after another, including men, women, old and young people, surrounding Gu Junzhi's head, and a crazy smirk!

Gu Junzhi's eyes were still silent, as if they could not hear their laughter.

Gu Junzhi could only vaguely remember his father's cry that day, and this was the case. He admitted that he did something inexplicably, but it was just inexplicable!

Dad comforted his emotions as usual that day, trying to give him some warmth, so that he knew that the explosion had passed, that he did not go to work, did not handle official duties, and accompanied him day and night with his grandfather.

Dad said it was dangerous to stand on the balcony.

He knew, so he should be locked up because he needed external objects to control his emotions that were no longer calm.

But my father felt that he had been locked for a long time and untied the rope.

Gu Junzhi remembered that he was very angry at that time, why did he need to untie it? He knew that he could not... so he did a bit extreme!

"Listen, what is he saying? Knocking his father's legs is too extreme? He just felt a little too extreme! You don't hear that level of it seems to him!"

"Hehe, his father's legs are gone! Come and see, he started saying strange things again!"

"Have he got sick again? He is a demon!"

"He should have been killed by the bombing and burned to death!"

"He should be killed by the bombing and burned to death..."

"Why didn't he be killed by the bombing? He was burned to death..."

In the blink of an understatement, Gu Junzhi's voice disappeared, and he was still quiet.

The faint sunlight passed through the curved hole and refracted on him, as if he had saved a layer of golden light for the quiet and sleeping ancient sword.

So he is sick and needs to be treated.

"What's the point of that woman? She's old and ugly." The sharp voice penetrated the eardrums and instantly pierced the nerve layer!

Gu Junzhi's ears were empty. He did not wear a hearing aid and his eyes were quiet without focal length.

"Old and ugly is not the point! The point is what you think of him!"

"Are you paying attention to those?" The tall and thin man with a twisted body curled strangely bent his body, his voice even sharper: "He wants to sleep with a woman! Don't you think it's funny!"

"He actually wants to sleep with a woman, hahaha!"

The laughter suddenly came one after another: "Does he know what sleep means?"

"Did you sleep? Are you worthy?!"

"What should I do if I am exposed? Even if I am not exposed, you still have so many self-righteous 'extremism'! What should I do if I am excessive'?"

"Yes, yes, I'm not sick, what should I do if I'm 'excessive'?"

The laughter was getting louder and louder.

"What if the other party doesn't sleep with him? After all, his father doesn't want him anymore, and the other party is even more unlikely to want him. Could he kill him?"

"It's so hard to kill her, but it's still in the back mountain - dry it." The gloomy voice slowly, calmly and lazyly amid the mockery.

The noisy sounds around instantly stagnated.

Suddenly another gentle and quiet figure walked out of the light and shadow. He was covered in fairy-like style, white clothes and white pants, and his eyes were as clear as beautiful jade.

who is he?

who is he?

He is like a lotus and a moon, and his temperament is like the light of the great way that is untainted by dust. He has just stepped down the auspicious clouds and is still confused about the turbid dust in the world.

The surroundings were quieter, and even the man in black who had just spoken was no longer talking.

He walked down from the altar, passed through the ants crawling on the ground, walked through hundreds of inner ugly appearances, passed by thousands of faces of hideous self, stepped through all kinds of extravagance and vain, and merged with arrogance, he was still just him!

The rest - just a clown!

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demise:……

Gu Junzhi:...

Yi Langyue: Bird lets you communicate?

One hour later.

demise:……

Gu Junzhi:...
Chapter completed!