The middle-aged man looked tired, and fatigue had eroded his sanity. His dull eyes were like dampers hanging in mid-air, maintaining a regular and mechanical swing.
He completely gave up control of his body and became a wild ghost wandering in the desert. Today, he has not completed the goal that the child set for himself at that time:
Yes, the boy who once spoke arrogantly did not know the meaning of time, but when he practiced this journey, every minute and every second was truly reflected in his steps. Now, the steps are heavy, and he can no longer Knowing how far he had progressed, the boring meaning dulled the middle-aged man's brain, leaving him with almost nothing.
Fall for yourselves, it is all an illusion;
The physical body is desire and obsession. On a micro level, you can never touch each other. It is meaningless to struggle with truth and falsehood in such a world, just like a middle-aged man devoting his life to this endless and repetitive monotonous journey. of this time and energy.
It is an hourglass, and the boy looking at it is named Uranium Hippopotamus;
At that time, Uranium Hippo ranked second only to Xuan and Crow Sacrifice.
The pygmy hippopotamus is quite famous among the fourth natural disaster group because it is the spiritual healer with the highest reputation among tree cave listeners. It is like a lively and cheerful child, always remaining innocent and sad. Both men and women will like it and like it. It's so clear and transparent, but they don't understand it at all.
The uranium hippopotamus is named after the thick and sticky layer of radioactive elements on its skin, which contaminates the pygmy hippopotamus, making it look like a lonely ghost on the bottom of the sea:
When the little hippo woke up, there was no life around it. It frantically asked for help, cried and made noises, and passed by many civilizations. Through written descriptions, it learned that a devil had appeared in the sea recently. It had a ferocious voice, cruel methods, and was full of blood. Exuding colorful mist, the speed is sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
There are obvious traces of civilization on the seabed, but there are many shady secrets hidden in the blue water. Uranium hippos explore everywhere, looking for historical traces of disaster in this desolate ruins.
What kind of terrifying creature is this?
Fortunately I didn't encounter it.
Seemingly knowing that there was no life within a million miles around, the pygmy hippopotamus stopped and wandered through the underwater civilization, learning the knowledge left behind. In this way, it rebuilt the colors of civilization on the ruins and kept them in its mind. .
I don’t know how long it took, but the book took it with it to fight against the obscure loneliness. Every time it felt ashamed of yesterday’s stupidity, it was like a melting pot, absorbing unreserved knowledge until one day, it discovered the records in civilization. The day when the disaster strikes seems to be the moment when I wake up.
Thinking of some possibility, the uranium hippopotamus sat stupidly on the seabed for a long time.
How did that happen?
impossible……
The gentle little hippo doesn't know, it only blames itself.
The radioactive elements on the back of the uranium hippopotamus are like ghost hands with teeth and claws. They saw their host for the first time in front of the mirror arranged by the little hippopotamus.
As fate would have it, the pygmy hippopotamus commits suicide.
Decisive and ruthless.
Seeing the blood spurting out from the host, the grimace made of silver-white metal was stunned for a moment, and then its shape slowly distorted. It suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed heartily. The laughter caused waves, one wave higher than the other.
"You can't escape! You can't escape!
"This is your fate! This is your destiny!
"You were born to accept all this! Resist? Why resist?
"Time will tell you that you were born this way and everything is already destined!"
[Uranium] was sealed, the bonobo fell into a deep sleep, and civilization revived in the wasteland, but the grimace was once again tortured by his own memory.
Killing is a sin!
No one can carry out massacres with peace of mind, so the army needs a sense of belief!
A journey between life and death can completely change a person's appearance. The adventurers who raised the butcher's knife not only enslaved the earth, but also enslaved their own souls. Every time they killed, their spirits would face torture, or they would suffer mental breakdown and become parasitic ghosts. , or completely transform into a killing demon.
Experience is the food of the spirit. Without enough spiritual food, a thin soul is like accumulated time acting in a narrow space. This kind of reincarnation can easily kill the most ideal young man. Time and space can be extended in vain. Using time to amplify the gains of life in space is like seeking fish from a tree, which is foolish and sad.
[("I'm sorry, my friend, life has been activated as a tool. I don't know how to describe my environment to you. I am like a uranium hippopotamus in the sea, unable to find any other living thing except myself. .
[("I know this is a bad description. In fact, I watched them put down their morality, be promiscuous, impatient, and helpless. I know where my heaven is, and my heart is unsafe in this dust. Maybe If you have AIDS, you are so vulnerable.")
[This is the second time I came to the attic. I didn’t hear any good stories anymore. The lonely dance music accompanied the young boy’s light dance. I couldn’t tell whether the eyes staring at her were appreciation or desire. I came to the crossroads, making a painful choice between pure love and the tauren, but I was too fragile.
[Yes, everyone is afraid that their pure love will be harmed by the Minotaur, so they all choose to protect their pure love in the Minotaur way. I don't know if the way of relaxing the moral bottom line is the continuation of love. There is no suffering more complicated than this, because the enemy is time, boredom, and the devil who has defeated you before.
"You know, I can't beat you in my heyday, let alone my broken body? I would rather never see the sun in my life, so that I can still say that I am waiting for the sky to clear and the dark clouds to pass.
["Why should I deceive myself? Because I have no chips anymore. The boy at this moment is no longer pure, like a prisoner who lost everything at the gambling table. I lost to justice.
["Pain, I can't tell the source of this pain. Idealists who cannot draw warmth from reality are either crazy in love or crazy. Extremely selfish realism is the mainstream of this world, because they know why they are And living, while I live and die, is not even enough to be a punctuation mark.”
[Why does the moon love everyone equally? Is my nobility really not worth mentioning? What to hold on to? Am I going to steal it? No! ——If you defeat the devil at the age of thirty-five, you can become a Buddha. But I failed early...
[I can’t blame anyone. It’s my own fallacy, trying to praise myself. If you are noble, you should be noble to the end. If you are pursuing profit, you should see yourself clearly as soon as possible. You should be both responsible and necessary. If you learn to be different, no one can escape this self-inflicted pain. 】
Due to the emptiness of dependent origin, any attempt to explore the origin of the world is in vain. How can the monks in this mountain know the true face of Mount Lu?
There is a sense of death in these words, because he saw that he is the one who is down and out, and he is the one who is rich. Such a philosophical way of committing suicide may also be the romance of a scholar.
Depression?
No, no, no, how could Xia be depressed?
Failed shrimps can no longer waste resources. It would be the most ridiculous if all the shrimps thrived. It would not comply with the jungle law of "survival of the fittest", which is what shrimps talk about every day.
"The ancestors did not bring you to the top of the food chain for pity." Yes, so the bottom shrimp in the eyes of the powerful is also a damned thing, but at this time, the shrimp began to shout "unfair".
Life is unfair, life is fair.
Zhang Shouwang was floating on the stream, and this strange blood-red church swallowed his soul. Yuan Hao's resistance was also not high, and he came to the torrent of time again.
His memories, which had been compressed into a solid state, began to flow.
What is Yang Xia thinking?
He had no choice at all whether to give up his memory, he just met his destined fate with Zhang Shouwang.
Like a uranium hippopotamus, it is taking a bath in the bathhouse.
It seems that a lot of uninvited guests have come recently. The Uranium Hippopotamus has been ranked outside the top ten, but it is very popular. The fourth natural disasters that come and go come to it for divination to see what kind of patterns the fission energy will show.
The hippopotamus came to the tree hole as usual, and beside it was the Aeolian pterosaur.
With pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the scroll slowly unfolding, Humpty Dumpty began to understand the emotions of the writer.
Because of the time difference, although it was dawn in Zhongzhou, it was early morning at the North and South Poles.
People who can't sleep are in pain. What they need is not cynicism and advice, but comfort. Just like when you meet a good friend who can't sleep, don't reply to the message. Wait until he wakes up and scold the idiot. alright.
Of course, the premise is that you have good friends.
Of course Uranium Hippo has many friends, but I don’t know where they have gone.
The wind blows the crabapples and the paper stretches:
“What is the difference between confiding in others and treating others as an emotional trash can?
"When the Kongming lanterns were released into the night sky, I looked at the years dotted with stars and was speechless.
"The Immortal in White Clothes, have you ever suffered from lovesickness? Under such a bright moon, why did I follow in your footsteps? I couldn't get a job or get an official position. I danced with my sword in the wilderness, asking for a name, trying to be famous. The world has forgotten that there is no merchant wealth behind me. How can I strive for fame if I have no profit?
"The scholar is proud of his pen, his heart is higher than the sky, and he seeks a great destiny.
"My lovely big hippopotamus, how many copper coins are you worth for the absurdity you say is all over the paper?"
Very short letterhead.
The short fat man never said anything sarcastic. He smiled so brightly that the Aeolian Pterodactyl looked at it and blinked.
Who doesn't like a bright boy?
Its heart is cold, like a main-sequence star that cannot be read, but...
You come to this world to see the sun.
Little coal ball, you are my sun.
The Japanese hippopotamus picked up the pen. He was still young and could not tell the difference between male and female, and no one would ask him about his gender. The Japanese hippopotamus was like a Bodhisattva in the temple, answering all living beings with their appearances:
"Dear little seaweed, happiness is the antidote to life. There's nothing we can do. Don't carry the boulder of Atlas. Since the script doesn't give it to you, let's let it go.
"It's dawn. If you don't sleep, the bear will be sad. It's been waiting for you to hold it to sleep. In the dream, there will be delicious chicken wings. How can we not eat it because we are so good?"
