I forgot who said it, high-level emotions can eventually be reduced to spirit and consciousness. Low-level emotions can only be reduced to temper and emotion.

My feelings for Mi Lan are full of emotions and temper, which can be said to be very low-level.

I have known her for the shortest time and only spent two nights together, but she is a woman who can make me as irritable as a beast. I have always been a pessimist and feel that the world is like a huge garbage dump.

Flies are flying around, maggots are everywhere, and a clean leaf can never be found.

As for the cycle of cause and effect and retribution in this world, I don’t believe it even more. If there is retribution, would an animal like Lao Liu not have gone out early and been hit by a car?

What I'm doing now may just be a matter of clear conscience, or maybe it's because deep down in my heart, there are still some parts that haven't completely lost all humanity.

I tried to keep my posture as low as possible and my tone as soft as possible, just to make some psychological compensation by sending Mi Lan photos of Liang Manman at noon.

"You said, we have nothing to do with each other, and I don't have to worry about you! You are just a bastard! A scumbag!" Mi Lan replied after a while.

Being able to reply to messages means that the person is still alive;

Still having the energy to scold me means that you are still living hard and have not given up hope in life.

After a little analysis, I felt relieved.

I consoled you with sincerity: "Girl, your life is still long and the world is big. The sun is shining outside and the autumn colors are just right. Don't give up the whole forest for a crooked-neck tree."

Mi Lan replied with a smile: "I know this tree is not a good tree, but I just like this broken tree. I am willing to hang myself on this crooked tree. Do you care?"

You have become poor like me. I asked you where you are? Are you still in Linhai?

Mi Lan sent me a photo and said that when she saw this dead tree that was surrounded by trees, its neck was quite crooked and it looked quite eerie.

Mi Lan said again, Lu Yao, have you seen it? I heard that someone hanged here, so I surrounded him. Lu Yao, if you dare to anger me again, I will kill you now, one corpse and two lives.

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Then he ignored me.

I was shocked and thought to myself, should I really find a place for myself??

I quickly enlarged the picture, and in the lower left corner of the photo, I saw a sign for a scenic spot, which said "The place where Emperor Sizong of the Ming Dynasty died for his country."

"..."

I am familiar with this. Ming Sizong is the temple name of Chongzhen, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He dared to travel to Shijingshan, which made me worried...

Mi Lan, what level are you at? Dare you hang on the same tree as the emperor? This silly girl... I can't help but complain in my heart.

Just after Lao Liu finished talking and went home to rest after work, he received a message from Liao Yiyang on the way, saying that at 12 noon tomorrow, the second floor of Haidaolang would be reserved for a class reunion, and he would also welcome Jiang Yan.

What is supposed to come will always come, and some things cannot be escaped.

I looked at the endless flow of cars, the setting sun was like blood, and holding the steering wheel, many pictures appeared in front of my eyes.

Hai Dao Lang is a very friendly little restaurant where people can sing, eat, and drink. Whenever something happy happens in college, everyone will gather there. Firstly, the food is cheap, and secondly, they are familiar with the bearded boss, and he will make trouble no matter what.

He gave us a ride and he didn't get angry.

When I was a sophomore in college, when I confessed my love to Jiang Yan, the people in the dormitory pooled some money together to eat barbecue and drink beer there, which was regarded as a non-vegetarian affair.

Everyone was so happy that day. Under the starry sky, Liao Yiyang and I pulled some white wild flowers in the field. I knelt down on one knee for Jiang Yan, holding up the bouquet of worthless and unknown wild flowers, and cheering everyone.

Amidst the sound, Jiang Yan blushed and took the flower. I happily hugged Jiang Yan, her white skirt swirling in the cool night breeze and the gorgeous lanterns...

I wiped the corners of my eyes, rolled up the car window, and thought to myself that the wind was so damn strong today that I burst into tears.

When I got home, I made up my mind to change my mind and start over, and decided to get a haircut first.

I happened to bump into the landlord Auntie Lin who had just finished a square dance and was holding an embroidered fan as a performance prop.

Aunt Lin glanced at me: "Xiao Lu, you're not just a hairdresser, why did you cut your hair again?"

I smiled and said, I need to be energetic at the class reunion tomorrow.

Aunt Lin smoothed her cheongsam from her buttocks, and sat elegantly on the sofa in the barber shop. She flipped through a magazine and chatted with me, saying that it would be better for girls to be kind to each other. People all show their feelings to each other, but

Can’t you be Chen Shimei or Li Longji in the drama?

The corners of his eyes with a bit of crow's feet would glance at me from time to time, which made me feel weird.

While I was getting my hair cut, I smiled and joked like an opera singer, "Aunt Xiaolin, I am not Chen Shimei to you. Li Longji, my sincerity to you is the same as the sun and the moon, and the world can learn from it! I am like Pan An and Liu Xiahui, sitting down

There is no chaos in pregnancy. Do you understand that there is no chaos in pregnancy? It is like a man turning into a eunuch. A beautiful woman sits in his arms without any movement of mind or body.

The aunt who had the haircut laughed out loud. This community is not big, and they are all old neighbors. I have been here for five or six years, and I am very familiar with them all.

"Bah!" Aunt Xiaolin saw me talking nonsense in front of the neighbors, her charming face turned red, she came over and poked my forehead: "I will talk nonsense in a day, why don't I chat with this little red guy Nong?

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After saying that, she went home waving her fan and stepping on her high heels.

The aunt at the barber shop laughed and said: "Xiao Lin is like this, singing and dancing every day. I guess she didn't know where to sing today. She thinks of herself as the heroine."

I smiled, paid the money and went home.

I took a good shower and put on the Amani I bought that day in advance. I sighed without saying anything. The young man in the mirror looked like a well-known high-profile lawyer. He was so handsome that it was almost criminal.

I hung up the clothes, looked at them, took out my phone and looked at it again and again. I really wanted to send a text message to Jiang Yan and ask her what clothes she would wear tomorrow, or would she arrive early tomorrow?

But it seems that none of this has anything to do with me. I feel like asking this would be very naive, because the torrent of time has already taken away everything.

I heard a footsteps coming upstairs. It wasn't Aunt Xiaolin's. Only Auntie Xiaolin lived upstairs. Because the floor was high, the room opposite had never been rented out.

Without hearing anyone say anything, Aunt Xiao Lin opened the door. I felt happy and asked, "Is there something wrong with Aunt Xiao Lin?"

A pretty widow who has been single for so many years but still retains her charm cannot help but be remembered.

One day after get off work, I heard an aunt in the building next door talking while eating melon seeds. She said that there was an old bachelor in the square who was wearing a suit and leather shoes and could play the accordion. He was always surrounding Aunt Xiao Lin, and he might be pursuing her.

I kept quiet and listened for a while, and heard voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. It came from the old house, and it was Aunt Xiaolin talking to a woman.

The reality did not satisfy my fantasy and bad taste, and I was still a little disappointed. Maybe it was the nearby theater friends who couldn't sleep or the dancing aunts who came to chat with Aunt Xiao Lin.

Lying on the bed, staring, but tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep. I imagined countless moments of meeting Jiang Yan, wondering how I could appear more natural and how I could speak to make her feel that I didn't miss her that much.

It was almost dawn before I struggled to fall asleep from exhaustion. Strangely, I had some bizarre dreams, but Jiang Yan did not appear in my dreams. The woman who appeared in my dreams was the crying Mi Lan, still wearing ancient clothes.

clothes, standing next to a crooked tree, threatening to kill me and kill two people.

I woke up with a fright and started working suddenly. It was already dawn outside. Seeing that it was time, I hurriedly put on my clothes and went downstairs to get two more pieces of He Tianxia. After all, I got the case worth 100,000 yuan.
Chapter completed!