The man was immersed in the world of wine and color every night. He was not a Hollywood star. He was just a piece of dust that had to exist in the world, floating randomly but aimlessly. The soul completely corroded by the lowest-level fun wine and color has long disappeared. A walking corpse cannot sense the guilt of killing and setting fire, and cannot sense the guilt that the evil deeds should have for the erosion of the world.

Bar, Diba, k, drink, shake, and roar out only the nerve line that a walking corpse is unwilling to lose, trying to reflect the messy tremor of existence.

In turn, the enemy is open and we are secret. After nearly two weeks of reconnaissance, the two men's bad habits and daily routines are already clear. Duan Yi no longer hesitated and punished the villain in time. He was afraid that time would wash away his kind nature of hatred. A drunkard and a thief must take action tonight, not for narrow hatred in his heart, but for the loss of one family. Yes, he must take action tonight.

The big man staggered out of the glass door of the bar and cursed at the transparent glass that touched his head. He walked across the avenue and turned into the alley, and suddenly turned around and felt a chill on his back. It must be the cause of the wine.

It must be because of the alcohol. The man heard a sound of hey in the dark alley. He disagreed until the second sound rang out.

It must be because of the alcohol. The man found a pale, scarred face when he turned around. This face should not appear here. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the phantoms stimulated by alcohol, and even closed his eyes deeply.

All this was useless, and that face and the figure steadily reflected into his dilated pupils.

Perhaps it wasn't for the wine, the big man heard a deep and low voice.

"The cave is so cold, let me out-"

It is probably because of the supernatural incident that triggered cerebral infarction and myocardial infarction. The man fell to the ground and his demented face showed a permanently frozen panic.

Another big man was not so idiotic. When the situation was done in the same way, whether it was out of fear of unknown things or threats to known people, the big man was like an alert bison and ran away.

For those who practice martial arts, this is a taboo on the spot, unless you have absolute certainty to completely shake off your opponent. The entire back, which has no resistance, is completely exposed under the opponent's fists. The man running in the same direction in the same direction can be understood as stillness when he approaches. This man quietly waits for a heavy punch from behind.

The big man was lying on the ground with a dog, and instantly turned over and kicked back. Duan Yi followed the big man's kick back and gave the same kick. The big man made a sound and fell to the ground again. Duan Yi pressed his elbow against the back neck of the man with lightning speed and twisted his right hand. The big man screamed in pain.

"Who is behind you?" Duan Yi said coldly.

"You can't mess with him. As long as you are attracted by him, no matter how fat, thin, beautiful and ugly, he will definitely win." The man's voice was filled with despair.

"Why are you so cruel and have to kill someone?"

"He is the cruel man, and he is determined to get it and use any means."

"Who is he?" Duan Yi increased his strength in counter-torture. He hated chatting that had nothing to do with the topic the most.

"His father is Li——"

The sound of a sharp breeze sounded in his ears, and Duan Yi was shocked and avoided. The man on the ground was already soft, with a flying knife inserted into his neck, and his side face that seemed soothing and strange, but had a permanent smile.

"Oh my God, Xiao Li's flying knife," Duan Yi couldn't help but exclaim. "What kind of war am I involved in!"

He pretended to be casual and hiding in a distant corner, staring secretly at the innocent woman who was not yet known.

She always enters and exits the girls' apartment alone, with an extraordinary temperament and a faint fairy spirit in every move.

Duan Yi didn't have the courage to step forward. No matter what the reason was, he had missed the opportunity. The first wonderful date finally became countless versions of fantasy.

She became the object of someone's wishful thinking and the man who approached her would definitely suffer.

She was like a lily, but she was covered with the spikes of roses. She was waving in the wind but didn't know that someone's fingertips were quickly retracted and had been injured.

Duan Yi stared at the distance countless times, but she was alone and felt relieved. As a boy, he could not avoid having a monopoly heart. With the dark lights under the night, this staring added an indescribable sadness.

Duan Yi walked on the quiet campus, and he had no intention of returning to the Gongfang. Pure mechanical movements have lost the physiotherapy effect on the increasingly complex psychology. Especially the two great men who fell in front of him recently forced him to think further about the meaning of life.

Just further thinking, thinking has no result.

It cannot be said that there is no result at all.

Duan Yi took out his notebook at the discussion meeting of the literary club and wrote, "The body is a pig, the soul is a personality, and the thoughts suppress the pig's posture to cater to the graceful dancing soul."

Yes, the literary club is more suitable for exploring life.

But they are exploring literature.

The topic of discussion set by the president tonight is "What is literature".

Too profound topic.

The president of Literature is a senior student writer of the school and has published countless articles in major newspapers and magazines in the city. With this, the college has to issue his degree certificate during the graduation season, even if all majors are not subject to failure.

The president pushed the black-framed bottle-bottomed glasses representing the identity of a literati. He said: "Everyone should discuss around the society and close to the people. Literature is actually the party's thoughts and the voices of the people. As long as everyone approaches the party and walks among the people, there will naturally be literature in their hearts."

When the president spoke in a scattered manner, his little eyes behind the heavy lenses were occasionally aiming at the charming Xu Fei. Just as that gaze conveyed the greatest thoughts.

Xu Fei's only understanding: she spoke. She cleared her sweet voice.

"I think literature is thought. When we work hard to do literature, we strive to shape the color of our changing souls with our thoughts. Literary behavior must be simple and elegant, literary delicacies must be filled with endless fragrance, and literary love must be heart-warming and long-lasting."

When Xu Fei said the last sentence, the president's eyes were straightened on her face, but her eyes were straight on Duan Yi's face, the scar that was almost gone.

The president followed her gaze and landed on Duan Yi's face. He thought to himself: She was just curious about the scar.

"Duan Yi, tell me." Xu Fei's elegant red lips made Duan Yi tremble in her heart.

"I think the president has finished talking to you, and that's what literature is."

"That's it?" The president pushed the mirror frame, his little eyes blinked frequently and quickly.

"Literature relies on the arrangement and combination of thousands of commonly used words. Although the result has boundaries, the effects are varied and the tendency is endless." Duan Yidao looked at the president with a disdainful look on his face.

On Duan Yi's journey back, Xu Fei chased after him. The strong smell of perfume made him distracted.

"Duan Yi's text is the most distinctive, I like you."
Chapter completed!