"It's really a cannon! I didn't recognize it at first!"

"He is really amazing... He started to eat bibimbap for the first time and was broadcasting on the grave for the second time! This is the third time, he went directly to the Naihe Bridge to coax the ghosts who were about to be reborn to drink Mengpo soup!"

"Kill him! Kill me by the way!"

"A coincidence! I am also on the way to Naihe Bridge by subway! I thought about watching the live broadcast of cannons again before reincarnation, but I didn't expect to wait!"

"Have you ever visited the scene at Naihe Bridge?"

"I'll go, I'll go!"

"Take me one!"

“1!”

...

Sima Tongzhao's live broadcast room successfully broke through eight digits in a few songs, and at the same time attracted countless ghosts from their homes to take the subway to Naihe Bridge. He was very interested in seeing my face with his own eyes.

The male ghosts in the entire underworld were restless!

It also caused countless families to break down tonight.

However, as the initiator, I had no idea of ​​such a change and the possible fan crisis that might arise next.

I play the guitar wholeheartedly, and I have nothing to do with my heart. I feel my life experience in the vast and numerous cause and effect. I face more and more people, and I have already stood on the table or hung on the roof of the hut.

"What else is the whole song?"

I stopped playing the guitar, and my long-term consumption of causal eyes was something that I couldn't stand at all, so I had to choose to close it.

The songs in my stomach were not empty either.

Those anticipated eyes made me feel very stressed. I tried every means to think about it before I could remember a song.

"Please wave your hands, the audience!"

I adjusted the atmosphere on the scene again, lowered my voice and yelled hoarsely, and told the story with the guitar accompaniment: "I look at myself innocence... appearing in a story without me... waiting for my response... a reason why it is..."

The eyes of those ghosts flashed a little confused, waving their numb arms, not knowing what they were thinking about with the song, or recalling what they were thinking about because of the song. No ghosts screamed hysterically with my crazy performance, but the ghosts in their bodies were crying as the music rendered.

"He understands!"

I suddenly stood up, sweeping the strings frantically as if they were gathered into sharp swords that penetrated into their chests, suffocating them.

"He understands!"

I closed my dry eyes, stopped sweeping the strings, and shouted harder at the Internet and Cloud Microphone.

"I can't afford it!"

I remembered the scene of rushing my sister away that day.

I remembered the despair of my falling from the sixth floor.

There was no boy who was tortured by life before my eyes, but the boy was still running freely in my heart, even if there was no direction, even if there was no ending or result.

I am freed from the dark fall of the past.

I seemed to hope that the flame would be ignited again by myself, swept the strings twice, and sang in a choking voice: "So I turned around and walked towards death!"

"She understands!"

There is only my singing voice in the silent music square.

"She understands!"

There are 30,000 words in the world, but the word love hurts the most.

Love is love.

Family affection is love.

Friendship is also love.

Birth, old age, illness, death, resentment and hatred, love separation, seeking, and the five aggregates are in full bloom. The Buddha said that the eight sufferings in the world, and the samsara of reincarnation is just to experience more different causes and effects, and these things will never disappear.

But it does not mean that we lose our minds and hopes!

It sways on earth, it sways on earth.

Since it is a dream, it is a dream.

We should look forward even more with our heads held high and never look back.

At this moment, I realized that the hope of living should not be placed on the system mother, and I should not think about how to be a salted fish.

Don't work hard anymore.

It will not be a matter of every finger in the future.

After all, what I long for the most now is to live.

The ghosts off the field will welcome the newborn after drinking Mengpo soup.

I think I should send them away.

For themselves and for them.

"I can't afford it!"

The ghosts off the field did not feel sad because of the lyrics of my negative energy on the surface. Instead, after the turning point of my emotions and thoughts, they all raised their heads one after another.

The fire of hope ignited in their eyes, like me.

They thought that no matter what happens in their next life, they must become the person they want to be, even if the obstacles are long and even if they overcome obstacles.

Tens of thousands of ghosts have undergone earth-shaking changes.

They held the beer in their hands tightly, and after waiting for my order to drink Mengpo soup, they walked across the Naihe Bridge with hope that they would not be destroyed by memory.

"So he turned around and walked towards the cycle of reincarnation!"

After singing the last lyrics, I bent down to find Mengpo beer, and lifted the bottle of wine to point it at the ghost under the field.

All the ghosts were in a uniform manner. They raised the wine bottle and seemed to be clinking glasses with me. They laughed, and I laughed too.

"When you drink, don't you have to say a few words before drinking!"

I used to talking to them in the tone of fooling the "customers" in the past: "Today we are all together, I will say a few words! I will die too! I will live too! I will live too! I have also thought about making a fortune and having sex with ten female stars! I have also thought about how to be a T-official with the right to be a qualified official. They are all ordinary people, and it is great to be greedy for money and lust! I have such a life as me to be a saint!"

"Hahaha!"

Maybe they didn't expect me to be so direct.

I continued in a burst of laughter: "Actually, it's good to be an ordinary person, and everyone is leaving! I don't want you to be rich and awesome in the next life! I just hope you will be an ordinary person after you are reincarnated."

“I won’t be bothered by money.”

"I won't feel inferior and sad because I feel that I am not good enough."

"With a wife by your side all year round, you can have the ability to send the elderly in your family away safely, and you can also send your children a journey when you can't do it."

"Then, we must live well, we must live well, only by living can we have hope, and only by living can we solve those bad things."

I never put down my hand with the wine glass: "No more! I wish you all the best in reincarnation. If you are really rich in the future, remember to find me for a prostitute!"

"Thanks!"

"Do it's done!"

"Be a good person in the next life!"

"Be a plain person, greedy for money and lust."

They are responding to me.

"Bang!"

"All done!"

I forgot to point the beer bottle at the stage floor and touched it, then raised the bottle and put it in my mouth. I didn't forget to have a small whirlwind when I blew the bottle.

Gudu Gudu has drunk a bottle of wine in less than five seconds.

Those ghosts followed me to finish drinking the wine in the bottle.

"Everyone is optimistic! Dapao is so majestic and handsome when drinking wine. Is there anyone who gives gifts... My God! He actually drank Mengpo soup!"

Sima Tongzhao focused on the barrage of the management live broadcast room. He never thought that I would drink Mengpo soup with excitement!

Confused.

Sima Tongzhao was really confused all of a sudden.

"Click..."

A bottle of beer is more important than a pot of drunken wine. My eyes were so dizzy that I could not see the scene in front of me. In a trance, I smashed the beer bottle onto the stage and smashed it to pieces, and the sound of shattering seemed to be conveying some kind of news.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The dizziness was no longer enough to support me to stand firmly. I knelt on one knee and knocked my forehead heavily on the stage with my instinctual consciousness, and coughed out a sentence from my throat: "Everyone! Go well! All the way... good wind!"
To be continued...