Rain and mist shrouded the gray and dull sky, the breeze carried the drizzle, and the wicker branches on the roadside were covered with water drops. The fragrance of the earth mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the entire Jackdaw City seemed to be immersed in this dream-like atmosphere.
In the ethereal beauty.
The half-blood demon Bawa Bawa was sitting on the verandah, white steam emitting from the teacup in his hand from time to time. A brown paper bag that had been rolled up into the sky by the wind and rain was floating east and west, together with his depressed figure, sketching the picture
A surrealist illustration full of charm was produced.
What will happen to us when we are over forty? Will we have a successful career and a happy family? Or will we still be vigorous and struggling? Or will we inherit our father's legacy and inherit the family property?
In fact, 99% of us are pretty much the same at that age, living an ordinary life that is occasionally bourgeois but lacks aristocratic titles.
Just like this middle-aged man who is on a business trip, even though his outfit is expensive, even though he rides a carriage wherever he goes to do things, and even though he has three exquisite meals a day, he is still just an ordinary person, just like thousands of ordinary people every day.
Doing the same thing - living well.
Among the 99%, some people were very good when they were young, but after living their lives, they became mediocre people, disappearing in the undercurrent of impatience. There are many people who are worse than us, but not as good as us, but luck There are many good people, and no one can be outstanding all his life.
Among the 99%, how many people have been outstanding in a certain field, but lost their original intention in the flattery, gave up halfway, and finally became mediocre and died in depression. Many people often think that they are already on the road to success and have reached
The end point is just a matter of time, but as everyone knows, we are only relatively close to the entrance, and no one can guarantee who will complete this road.
Among the 99%, how many people are always complaining about the unfairness of God, thinking that it has given a few people innate advantages and left more people unworthy. However, Santa Claus stuffed gifts into everyone
socks, but some people never unwrap this gift in their entire lives.
Among the 99%, people are becoming more and more like products produced by an assembly line. Except for different codes, the inside and outside are almost the same. Most people’s preferences determine our preferences, and most people’s three views also direct our three views.
, so because we were afraid of being isolated, we had no choice but to follow most people and wave the flag.
For human beings, it is always easy to follow the crowd. "Conformity" is a powerful tonic for a sense of security. Being independent is usually just grandstanding and of no use.
After a hundred years of life, it is admirable to not be content with fate and seek change, but this does not mean that being content with the status quo is an unforgivable sin and should be regarded as a waste.
The reason why life is interesting is that it is like a giant net, covering all kinds of lives, and each of us is a weaving thread. What's more, in many cases, the outcome of change is often a chicken fly egg, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Just like the decisions and actions of the poor and the rich in the business world, the poor will give priority to success or failure, because the consequences of failure are often unbearable in life, while the rich appear to be calm and indifferent. Even if they fail, they can still treat it as a failure.
It's just spending money to buy a lesson.
Those spectators who stood and talked without pain in their backs only saw the indifferent attitude of the rich and sneered at the timid behavior of the poor. Little did they know that different people would handle the same thing in different ways.
For most poor people, failure means having nothing, but for the rich, failure is just a life experience.
There are no two identical flowers in the world, and no two identical people. When you see the brown paper bags floating in the sky, you will complain about the serious environmental pollution, but some people choose to calm down and appreciate this unique scenery.
Many times, life is like a clear and transparent lake, reflecting the colorful scenery among the water, trees and flowers. Some of the people surrounding the shore choose to enjoy it quietly, while others pick up stones and throw them into the lake.
Although the rippling lake surface is heart-pounding, it is only a fleeting beauty, and the lake water will always return to calmness.
Life is like a song, drunkenness is strong, life is like a drama, a dream. In this century-old drama, the roles we each interpret may have been predestined. No matter how we escape or cry, it will be in vain.
The gears of time keep turning in a jagged and intertwined way, without changing the trajectory because of anyone's sigh or a few complaints.
Human life is as insignificant as dust in front of all things in the universe. The so-called dreams and pursuits are nothing more than obsessions. Just like the sand and gravel rolling in the torrent of history, they cannot escape the fate of settling on the river bed.
When everything is washed away and calm, perhaps we will discover that everything that was bound to happen will still happen, and it won't, and never will. Just like birth, old age, illness and death, no one can escape...
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The rain stopped, the wind stopped, and the brown paper bag that was unwilling to be ordinary finally soared into the sky. At some point, a shop appeared in front of it, and it opened the door gently. It curiously looked at the various displays in the house, and its eyes finally
Fixed on the shelves filled with years and sunset.
"I didn't expect that someone like you would waste time lamenting a piece of garbage. Maybe I shouldn't come to you. You are not the same person as me."
After more than a hundred years, Gloria still held up her little black parasol and looked aloof. She was not interested in chatting with a group of Viking muscular men, so she found the hybrid demon Bawa Bawa.
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When Bawa Bawa heard this, he smiled indifferently, poured a glass of ale for the other party himself, and pushed the half-eaten meat in front of the other party.
"It's a very interesting move. It should be a kind of alchemy."
"You are indeed smarter than Rikka, at least you are to my liking."
"Then because you are very interesting, let me show you something interesting. After all, you are also half of my apprentice."
Gloria used the "Crystal Creation Technique". As long as the ore has been previously analyzed by this technique, it can be re-formed with an equal number of magic crystals. Bawa Bawa said there are still a few details.
Not enough, but overall it's a very magical alchemy.
"I don't know how alchemists practice, but from my perspective as a spell master, foreign objects are foreign objects after all, and you can use them as much as you like, but it's not the right way."
After Bawa Bawa finished speaking, he waved his hand and condensed a whirlwind, which was a contradictory mixture of the power of sacred spiritual energy and the power of demons.
After that, the cyclone began to swallow up the four basic spiritual powers in the air, and finally transformed them all into the power of chaos for Bawa Bawa to enjoy.
"You have your own way, and I have mine, but you are indeed very powerful, regardless of your strength or thoughtfulness." Gloria, who had always been proud, fell into deep thought upon seeing this, and said this after a long time.
After bowing to the other party, Gloria turned and left, no longer wasting time. Bawa Bawa grinned and stared blankly at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.