When you were born, the world really started to move.
Just like the newly born sun in the universe!
You are the only protagonist in this world, and the rest of the people exist because of you. Many people and many things pretend to exist in ancient times, just to let you truly integrate into this world and let you change from acting to real life.
Sensual pleasure causes us to lose our understanding of the real world..
Whether we live well in this world or not, your acting skills depend on whether the script you get is a comedy or a tragedy, a Mary Sue script or a hard work script, a Long Aotian script or a "The Last Bang Bang" type of script.
Unlucky documentary.
When you die, this world will disappear, and all the good things we thought will disappear... This is so fucking frustrating.
In one year, I will reach the age where I know my destiny. I often feel ashamed because I have lived my life in such a routine way.
Even now, I still refuse to live a perverted life. This is the greatest shame in this life.
Running naked in the wilderness, rolling in the busy city, shouting into the wind, dancing in the rainstorm, asking the most beautiful woman for price, spitting at the most knowledgeable people, bending down to the ordinary, erecting the genitals to the powerful...
I have never done any of the above, but it is what I want to do most at this moment.
I can't do what I want to do most...so, I am a real loser!
Hiding in the dark, everyone looks like a fool, and being proud is like an emperor; standing in the light, feeling that you are the only fool in the world, and being humble like a potato with dirt.
This is another kind of humble, wretched pervert who is squeezed under a boulder and unable to breathe. There is no cure for this kind of pervert!
Fortunately, I still have the ability to write stories despite managing my own world in a mess in the real world.
In my story, I can fly freely...
I also like to eat, so I put my imagination, my brain, my internal organs, everything I have on the table, prepare the tableware, taste bit by bit, and repay myself with my own flesh and blood.
The following story is not about gourmet food, but also about gourmet food. After all, on the Chinese dining table, everything from stars in the universe to ants in dust can be placed on the table, and they can be accompanied by their own flesh and blood to savor their original taste.
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——Love Your Jie Yu 2 Written on June 1, before the metamorphosis