It's really a god. To say that indulging in unruly souls can relieve the pain of being imprisoned, it is just a fleeting self-comfort. Losing a free human body forces the brain to continuously extend fantasy, which is too irrelevant and only adds to some empty emotions.

This emotion requires endless words to fill it up, but what if the eyes deliberately search for, there are only old and mottled walls!

At the end of the day, Duan Yi had to write quickly in this limited space where there was no sunshine, and had to gather his energy and concentrate, wave the magical and unpredictable Tai Chi.

The extremely depressed space creates extremely focused energy. The extremely focused energy is like an extremely focused ray, which makes the energy quickly climb up in the aspect of enthusiasm, and with its innate talent, it can reach the pinnacle.

However, after his talent was overwhelmed, his exhausted body and mind were almost exhausted, and he couldn't help feeling lost. This feeling was enough to make him doubt the meaning of life, or even doubt, and he could no longer feel the meaning of life.

Duan Yi had to fall asleep. Although the content of the dream was unpredictable, the feeling of the dream was more real than reality. The beauty of the dream was more than reality, and it almost replaced reality.

That dream that was always too vague but had a profound artistic conception frequently appeared: he, alone, in the noisy crowd, the water dispenser spitted out two bottles of mineral water, picked it up and turned around, her fresh and quiet figure,

Standing in the breeze, eyes entangled with each other. Finally, the most beautiful shot, on the endless ancient stone steps, holding hands, watching yourself and her back from the perspective of the bystander—

Duan Yi repeated on the paper with joy: Some kind of sweetness, without words, just that he held her hand that was willing to be held, and took a purposeless, but consistent hike!

Every time I wake up from a deep sleep, even though the environment is still so unbearable, my mind and body can still look renewed as if they are reborn.

Sometimes, Duan Yi feels that he is almost dumb and his oral function is deteriorating. He can feel that he is forcing himself to speak for the sake of speaking and speaks endlessly. Sometimes when he thinks about it, it doesn’t make much sense, but it increases.

The relationship between master and apprentice.

What the elderly who are lonely and widowed lack the most is conversation, especially those who are lonely and widowed in prison!

Duan Yi said: "In this world with weak human feelings, it is rare that you can always preach and receive karma. I am sincerely grateful to you."

Master looked at the sky and sighed: "There is always a fate, and the time is right, which makes people wonder whether there is a heaven that is making arrangements. You must pass on this Chinese martial arts treasure."

One day when Duan Yi was about to finish his sentence, his master suddenly fell to the ground and could not get up. This caused Duan Yi to be full of sadness, not crying bitterly, but only surrender to the desolation of birth, old age, sickness and death. He rubbed his master's palm for a long time, and the master slowly clenched his hand

Can feel-

In the ward, Duan Yi is allowed to visit.

"What an opportunity. I want to pass on the last thing to you now." said the master.

"It's not decades of hard work!" Duan Yi pursed his lips and smiled sadly.

"The skill cannot be passed on," said the master. "I want to give you a ring."

Duan Yi took a brass ring and thought to himself that it was just the most ordinary ring, but it was so serious.

"Take care of the subtleties," the master said earnestly. "Be sure to pass on the peerless martial arts, be sure to spread truth, goodness and beauty, and be sure to wear your ring!"

The master's expression is solemn, he has passed away forever—

Duan Yi gently closed the half-closed eyes of the master and whispered: "I know, please go with peace of mind, Master!"

Duan Yi put on a copper ring, lay on the edge of the bed, sobbing gently—

Why is a man's crying so refreshing and comfortable!

The black luxury car, with a shiny paint, parked on the side of the road two hundred meters away.

A pale boy walked out of the prison gate. His scattered and dull eyes showed that the three-year sentence was enough to sharpen the sharp outline of the young and frivolous.

Duan Yixiang waved goodbye to the prison guards, looked back at the grey granite gate with strict shape, looked at the cold road leading to in front of the door, and then lowered his head to sort out the file bag in his hand. He took out a piece of paper, folded it into his pocket, and took out a string of them.

The key then threw the emptied file bag into the roadside trash can.

Duan Yi took a special look at the fluffy sack on the keychain and thought, is there a trick inside? He looked carefully and found a hair! The hair was buried between the threads and tightened along the edge of the braid.

The small red rope extends and walks through the red rope, but cannot be completely hidden.

Duan Yi raised his head and closed his eyes, held the keychain on his waist and walked forward slowly, thinking that life was a young dream.

I am confused inside, and the remaining leaves floating in the wind have no direction.

There was a charming beauty waving to him in front of him. The exquisite and bright red sports car beside her made her more eye-catching in the bleak autumn wind.

If she hadn't shouted, Duan Yi wouldn't believe it was Xu Fei.

In fact, he knew very well that she was Xu Fei, but he could not accept everything outside the wall for just three years, and things had changed. The glamour that suddenly caught his eyes made him realize that he was completely out of place in this world.

No, it's never incompatible.

"You don't have to pick me up on purpose." Duan Yi said lukewarmly, and his contact with girls was at a loss.

Duan Yi walked along the sidewalk, and the sports car followed slowly along the side. Xu Fei's slightly annoyed face made him feel guilty.

"Why don't you give me a ride?"

“Where to go?”

"Stop."

"go home?"

"Yes." Duan Yi said. "But he has no face to see the elders of Jiangdong."

"Or," said Xu Fei. "I happen to live alone, are you there?"

"It just so happens that a person is the most unsuitable!"

"I mean, you can first transition for a few days, adjust your condition, and get back on track," said Xu Fei.

Only she can treat him like this. Duan Yi strongly suppressed the heartfelt touch in his heart and almost wanted to say "I can agree to all your requests." But at this moment, the Han Wu's labor reform prisoner is really equipped with such a high-end attitude?

Duan Yi got into Xu Fei's car and said nothing along the way.

Behind the dark window, Uncle Six, wearing dark sunglasses, silently paid attention to everything in front of him, and his finger was on the leather steering wheel and gently flicked it.

A radio with a strong sound quality plays an inappropriate talk show.

"It's her," said Uncle Liu. "The literature club has published two books now and is very popular."

"Let's go!" said the woman in green who was leaning against the side door in the back seat, subconsciously touching the pearl pendant on her chest.

Uncle Liu looked at the inner rear mirror calmly and slowly started the car.

"There is a rumor in the martial arts world," Uncle Liu said nothing. "The old man named Zhang Yang, who used to practice Taoism for heaven, has died."

"What do you have to do with me?"

"Zhang Yang had another reputation during his lifetime, which was to rob the rich and help the poor."

"Well" Lin Shuang quietly stared at the car window that moved back quickly, and the blurry scenery. Life is like a dream, and she would rather not wake up in a bad dream.

"About robbing the rich and helping the poor, so many antiques and jewelry are probably not so easy to cash in."

Lin Shuang didn't want to listen again.

The car was speeding, surpassing the red sports car, and the female driver looked sideways in a flash, just an inadvertent glance at the surpassing the vehicle.

The other party’s peerless beauty is beyond the reach of tomorrow! Lin Shuang thought.

The boy who fell asleep on the passenger seat also showed his inexperienced childishness and the maturity caused by suffering.
Chapter completed!