v3 Chapter 921： Life and death, wealth is in the sky!

"There is no heart, it is alive, it doesn't mean anything."

The old rich seems to be trying to stand up, but his thin, flapped body seems to be unable to withstand this action. He didn’t stand up, like an old man, and most of his body was not listening. He looked down. Under the casket, the ashes inside have already dispersed.

As if my wife had taken a step first, no, she was waiting for herself.

The old rich sighed, as if talking to himself, and like to say to Yan Huihong specifically:

"When people are old, they always like to swear;

Oh, his aunt is not a thing, but who told me to say that he should be dry?

I am bitter, 20 years ago and 20 years later, because of a fault. ”

Yan Huihong didn't know what to say next to him, but he could see that there was no time for this former giant python, and just now, Yan Huihong was convinced that when he answered “can live”, he was in the middle of it. It seems to have sensed a special breath, as if this person in front of him could really resurrect immediately.

He is not a bluff, nor is it a fox, he can really come back, but listen to his words, as if he gave up.

But how is it possible!

"Tell me for him, his aunt can't give him, and I gave it to you. People don't care, they can live, but what do you mean by living?

It is better to die! ”

As soon as the voice fell, the old and wealthy figure completely dissipated. It seemed to follow his dead wife.

And the picture here is completely gone.

Everything is gone, there is no sensation in the dust, and there is no radiance, no glare, no big and no thrilling.

He died more than half a year ago.

In fact, he really died six months ago. He didn't even see the previous opportunity. He wanted to die, so he died peacefully.

The world is crying and crying only for a life, and when he feels boring, even if the world is full of opportunities for him to live, he does not care.

He is willful.

Yan Huihong was in a hurry and was in the same place. He didn't understand why an audience, a listener at that level, would give up the chance to survive.

Moreover, he has not had time to ask, who is the richness of these words to convey to whom?

Who are you doing, who is so lucky to take your inheritance as your son?

At this time, the tower was finally able to come close, and he also fell down next to Yan Huihong and curiously asked: "What is the situation?"

"You said, people can't live without it?" Yan Huihong asked as he looked at the tower.

"Have your brain got into the water?" The tower took a deep breath and continued. "I know that now, in order to find the way to prove the law, the pressure is relatively large, but you should never scare me, if you have an accident. I am not surprised to die, but you are not going to collapse under this pressure? It is really inexplicable."

In the past, they were also threesome, plus a blue Lin, but Lan Lin had already died in the story world and committed suicide.

Therefore, for this aspect, the tower is more sensitive, and he is very worried that Yan Huihong will take the old road of Lanlin.

"People have no heart." Yan Huihong pouted, like a child, slowly stood up. "People don't care, what does it mean?"

Looking down at the tower, I dare not leave, I am afraid that Yan Huihong will do something.

Yan Huihong looked at a glass window on the side of the street. From the window, he saw himself. Of course, there was a tower standing next to him. At this time, his brow began to become more and more wrinkled, like thinking. Something started to fall into a struggle and awkwardness.

"Well, are you afraid of death?" Yan Huihong suddenly asked.

"Crap, of course, afraid." Lou Lou replied.

"But why did Lan Lin commit suicide?" Yan Huihong asked again.

"........." The tower was silent, still replied, "Because she saw something more terrifying than death."

"Oh." Yan Huihong nodded. The answer to the tower seemed to be undecided. Then he continued to look at himself in the window. "Are you afraid of death?"

This time, Yan Huihong asked not about the tower, but himself, and asked himself in the mirror.

Yan Huihong's face showed amazement, embarrassment, and embarrassing emotions. All of this was naturally presented by the mirror. He seems to have really fallen into the problems he has given himself. It seems a little embarrassing and has some confusion.

"I... should be afraid of it." Yan Huihong answered himself very seriously.

"Lao Yan, Hey, Lao Yan!" Xiaolou felt that it was too late to wake up Yan Huihong, because he found that Yan Huihong’s expression was similar to that of Lan Lin.

"So, why is he not afraid of death?" Yan Huihong wondered, as if at this time, he was thinking about this problem with himself in the mirror. "Against the hope of giving up and resurrecting, how can there be such a person?" ”

Yan Huihong fell down on the side of the mirror.

This is a barber shop, the shop owner saw a guy kneeling at his door and window and groaning out with some annoyance.

The towers were stretched out, and in a flash, the people and things in this small street nearby were caught in a slow motion.

"The tower, you said, it chooses the audience, what is the standard?" Yan Huihong asked.

"How do I know, I am not it." The tower is like a child, like Yan Huihong.

"But I know that it only chooses to die."

Throughout the ages of ancient and modern China and foreign countries, a group of ordinary people have been chosen. They are afraid of death, so they are struggling in the world of stories, and they are struggling in the audience.

And the stronger they are, the higher the realm, the more they start to become afraid of death. Perhaps the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but for whatever reason, under the fear of death, they become the puppets of the radio.

Usually, they become the playthings of the radio for the pleasure of broadcasting. In the end, they will be led by the train and go to another world to play the role of cannon fodder.

I don't know if anyone has resisted before, but since I became an audience, I rarely saw anyone dare to resist it, and they are all ignorant of it.

In the past, I have seen that one, buried in love, and with a kind of hate for broadcasting, I have been sneaking from the world and want to find revenge on the radio. The result is miserable, and I was broadcasted into the world of the story, even my own inheritance. It was sent out and broadcasted as a story world reward.

But he is because of hate, because the broadcast is interesting, for his own preferences, forcibly arranged a time point for him, so that his wife died in front of him.

Hate is an emotion. He can make people crazy. In fact, it is also a purpose. When you have hate, when you have emotions, emotions dominate your behavior, and it is also a month of purple.

Even if you are yawning with emptiness, it is actually a purpose.................."

Yan Huihong whispered to himself, and the more he talked, the faster he said, and the more he said, the more his eyes became brighter.

This kind of light makes the side of the tower look a little scared, he really does not know how to deal with it.

“Remember what my previous dreams are?” Yan Huihong asked himself in the glass.

Yan Huihong thought for a moment and answered himself: "A group of brothers can get together and drink every day."

Yan Huihong reached out and touched the fingertips on the glass, closed his eyes, and slowly said:

"Life is life, death is death, we listen to the audience, this is the life that does not bring things that death does not bring, your existence, no one knows, your death will help you erase.

But why is it like a grasshopper being urged to scream?

I still have a heart, or, I may not have the heart, but I know that I don't want to die now, and I have a lot of miscellaneous things. I am quite comfortable.

So, nothing is not willing, and nothing can't be put down. ”

Yan Huihong turned and faced the tower, and his beard on his face trembled, as if he was excited. "I will try my best to live and live at all..."

"Well..." The tower can only respond nodically, and he can't always answer "No, you are going to die."

"But if one day is really going to die, I hope that I can be as calm as I am now, brother, have you read the Analects?" Yan Huihong asked again.

"You forgot that I graduated from the Chinese Department? I am also a scholarly family. Do you want to compare with the culture of the old and the old?" "The Analects of Confucius", I will still carry it back."

"Well, I ask you: Sima Niu is sad: ‘Everyone has a brother, I am alone.’”

If you don’t want to think about it, you can answer it directly: "Zi Xia: "The slogan of business: life and death, wealth is in the sky..."

Before he finished the building, Yan Huihong raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Life and death are life, wealth is in the sky!"

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On a plane flying from Chengdu to Qinhuangdao, Liang’s boss, who was already snoring, suddenly opened his eyes and saw the color of surprise. He accidentally said, “So fast?”

For a time, Liang Boss suddenly had a feeling of desolateness. Originally, you were the only one. Now, you are not. Naturally, there is a feeling of loss and loss. But Liang Boss shook his head in self-deprecating manner, smiled and looked out the porthole. The plane has already arrived in Hebei, and it should be coming soon.

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Some of the towers looked incredulously at the old friends and friends who were in front of them, because the scene in front of them was too ridiculous and brought him a great shock and excitement.

He saw that Yan Huihong’s eyes began to get brighter and brighter.

He saw that Yan Huihong’s body began to bloom with a touch of white light.

He saw that Yan Huihong’s breath seemed to boil like boiling water.

He saw that

Yan Huihong’s head,

There is a huge tombstone shadow!

Since today,

The world is awkward,

No longer unique!