Reborn you idiot

Zhang Weidong has indeed traveled a long way.

He left the bustling and noisy city, took the train all the way north, crossed states and provinces, and came to practice in deep mountains and old forests.

Zhang Weidong stayed in a dilapidated ancient temple. There was no running water or electricity. He had to walk for four or five hours to reach the small town at the foot of the mountain.He gets up at five o'clock in the morning every day, fetches water, chops wood, sweeps the floor, does morning classes with the monks, and after lunch, listens to the abbot's lecture on Zen, plays Go, and flips through Buddhist scriptures.

At first he was not used to the life here, he ate vegetarian food for a few days, and he didn't touch any meat, and he felt weak and weak.There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and monks don't kill animals, so they don't even light mosquito coils. Even though Zhang Weidong wiped the toilet water, countless red envelopes were bitten on his hands and feet.

Zhang Weidong is not a person who cannot bear hardships. Although the living conditions in the temple are relatively difficult, it seems that he has returned to before liberation. He gritted his teeth day after day and finally got used to it.

He was not in a hurry to find the lost voice, he emptied himself and let his soul wander in the morning and evening bells.

The Buddha said that all living beings are suffering.

Zhang Weidong has a deep understanding. On a torrential rainy night, he heard the sound of rainwater beating on the window sill, and he felt an indescribable sadness.He found a porcelain bowl and put it on the window sill to catch the rain. From time to time, he tapped the side of the bowl lightly with his chopsticks. Then, in the warm light of the oil lamp, he wrote the first song since he was depressed for three years.

No guitar, no keyboard, no computer, he arranged the music in the most original way, and filled in the lyrics before dawn.

He gave the song a title——.

People are always asking Buddha, why?

The Buddha's answer is always ambiguous, because the Buddha is the Buddha of all living beings, and the answer is also the answer of all living beings.

So why do people still ask?Because they are asking themselves...

The meaning of the song, as well as the style and tone of the whole song have been determined, but it still needs to be modified and perfected in the later stage, and various musical instrument accompaniments are added to make the song more full and rich.

After writing this song, he asked himself: "Zhang Weidong, do you want to sing?"

Then he laughed at himself, what a stupid question - like asking a whale, do you like the sea?Ask an eagle, do you like to fly?

After living in the ancient temple for 20 days, Zhang Weidong bid farewell to a group of monks and abbots, packed his bags and went down the mountain.

Zhang Weidong hurried back to Guangzhou, the first thing he did was to return to his residence, turn on the computer, and use the arrangement software to record notes.He brought a guitar that he hadn't touched for a long time, and played the song several times, while pondering and adjusting, devoting all his energy to creation without getting tired.

When Xiao Jungu entered the door, he heard the pleasant sound of the guitar. He stood behind the door and listened, and lit a cigarette.

From Zhang Weidong's departure to today, it has been a whole month, no more, no less.So Xiao Jun closed his eyes and let go of the big stone in his heart.

He finished his cigarette slowly, then opened the door and entered the room: "Dongzi, welcome back."

Holding the guitar in his arms, Zhang Weidong raised his face and glanced at the man reluctantly: "Boss, today is not Friday."

Hearing this magnetic voice, Xiao Jun laughed so hard, and then hardened shamelessly.

He crossed his arms and looked at Zhang Weidong with a smile on his face, from head to toe, not letting go of any body part - as if teeth had grown out of his sight, and he wanted to slowly tear him apart and swallow him into his belly with his eyes.

Zhang Weidong didn't give him a good face: "Don't disturb me, get out."

Of course Xiao Junso refused to leave, he is a businessman, and he settled the accounts with the other party logically: "Dongzi, today is indeed not Friday, but you walked for a whole month, and you said how much you owe me?" Friday?"

When Zhang Weidong heard this, he was speechless and turned his back angrily.

Xiao Junso leaned forward, knelt down on the floor, hugged him from behind, and said openly: "You are so mean, if I don't mention you, I want to renege on you, don't you? Forget it, I don't care about you, How about you just pay me back for a day? Huh? I want to fuck/you, now."

After finishing speaking, he put his arm around Zhang Weidong, put his hand into his clothes and began to fumble around.

Zhang Weidong became irritable, his morality was ruined, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "You are so fucking shameless!"

Compared with face, Xiao Junso valued substantive sex more. He pressed Zhang Weidong involuntarily, lifted his clothes, and licked his belly with relish.Zhang Weidong lost weight, and he seemed to be half a head taller, more energetic and stronger.Xiao Junso used his tongue to lick each other's skin inch by inch. The smooth and firm touch, as well as the faint salty taste, stimulated his taste buds and senses, and made him fascinated.

Zhang Weidong knew that he couldn't escape, so he frowned in disgust and kicked him: "Don't use your mouth."

Xiao Junso had no choice but to withdraw his tongue resentfully, he found a condom and lubricant, and then put Zhang Weidong into a kneeling position, hastily expanded, and couldn't wait to cut into the opponent's body.Zhang Weidong closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to endure. The organs of his lower body were sluggish, and even his heart was stagnant.

But Xiao Jun didn't care about the other party's reaction, he just liked to fuck Zhang Weidong, he liked to watch his thick and long sex/organs go in and out of the other party's acupuncture points, just looking at it like this made his heart elated.He knew very well that Zhang Weidong regarded himself as a beast, no, worse than a beast, so what?Don't you have to obediently be fucked by him?

Pleasure is the real and most tangible thing, face, go to hell!

Fuck/you - he said this word to Zhang Weidong countless times, and it is also the most straightforward expression of emotion.Between men and men, there is no need to go around deliberately and euphemistically, fuck and fuck, full of brutality and lust/desire, the beast/sex is completely satisfied.

Xiao Biesheng was newlywed, so Xiao Jun drove his horsepower at full speed, and worked hard excitedly, as if wishing to pierce the other party's intestines.Zhang Weidong was pushed all the way to the wall by him, his knees were worn out, and his face touched the cold wall, leaving a dark water mark.

Being /fucked/hard, Zhang Weidong let out a groan, but in exchange for a more violent impact from Xiao Jungu, he stabbed him out of breath.

Xiao Jun so pressed the man on the floor and did it twice in a row. Then he took a rest for a while, and drank a large glass of distilled water to replenish his strength. When he was about to make persistent efforts for the third time, Zhang Weidong lost his temper.

He had no choice but to quit as soon as he was ready, smoked an afterthought cigarette satiated like a beast, dressed neatly, and returned to the company as the general manager.

Zhang Weidong felt that even if he didn't take a shower for a whole week on the mountain, it wouldn't be as dirty as it is now.He spent two hours cleaning his body, and sat back in front of the computer tiredly. Because of the suffocating bad breath in his chest, he put all his dissatisfaction and anger into the music, and completed the production of the entire song in one go.

In the near future, this song will be highly praised both at home and abroad - its melody is complex and changeable, with both the ethereal of Buddhism and the hustle and bustle of the secular world; East and West, perfectly integrated, is regarded as the pioneering work of rock music with Chinese characteristics, and has far-reaching influence.

However, few people know that the real creator of this song is Zhang Weidong - because it was published under someone else's name.

After the creation, Zhang Weidong seemed to have been hollowed out, and he had the illusion of collapse, so he climbed onto the bed and fell asleep with his head covered.

On the other hand, Xiao Jungu felt that Zhang Weidong was a good student, at least he would come back on time, so he didn't bother himself, so he decided to give him some sweetness, so he fired all the bodyguards.

Zhang Weidong slept for eighteen hours, until he was woken up by the repeated ringing of the phone.

That afternoon, Zhang Weidong drove the Humvee that couldn't speed up at all, and rushed to the hospital in a hurry.Because something happened to Duhu—the exact situation is not clear yet, the nurse in the hospital notified him and asked him to bring money to pay the medical bills.

After Zhang Weidong paid the money and helped Dahu complete the hospitalization procedures, he finally saw himself.

Du Hu's left foot was in a plaster cast, his whole face was swollen and he was lying on his back on the hospital bed, his long hair was in a mess, he was desolate and desolate.

Zhang Weidong looked a little sad, Duhu was such a high-spirited person, and now, he was lying alone in the ward, and he couldn't even make up the medical expenses.He sized up Duhu by the bed, and asked, "Did you cause trouble? Who beat you?"

"Hmm..." Dui moved his neck twice, and said unconvinced, "Damn it, one of those bastards hit me, you bastard!"

"Who are they?" Zhang Weidong asked.

Dumb fell silent, drooping his swollen eyelids.

"Damn it, I asked who you are!" Zhang Weidong kicked the bed frame hard.

Dahu was silent for a while, looked down at his chest, and answered irrelevantly: "Dongzi, can you lend me one hundred thousand?"

Zhang Weidong could hear a guilty conscience from his tone, and saw that his eyes were vacillating, and he already had a bad premonition in his heart. He still had hope and asked: "Dahu, you owe money to others? Why? You owe money to gambling." debt?"

Du Hu hurriedly said: "Help me, I was framed by someone. I just planned to have fun, but I couldn't escape."

Zhang Weidong was so disappointed, he sneered, what he hated the most in his life was a gambler!

At this time, he looked at Dumb again, and felt that the other party was not pitiful at all, and he was also hideous, and even wanted to slap him twice.

Seeing that his face was full of dark clouds, Du Hu stammered, "I'm different from your uncle... I was really tricked, you believe me..."

"Don't mention him!" Zhang Weidong raised his voice and said with deep pain, "You people deserve death."

Seeing that he turned to leave, Duhu immediately got up from the hospital bed, grabbed his arm, and begged: "Dongzi, please help me, among the people who have friendship with me, you are the best!" Well, if you don't even help me, I'm really at the end of my rope. For the sake of our acquaintance for so many years, you can help me once, and I promise you, there will be no next time. "

Zhang Weidong heard too many similar words in his early years!Every time is the last time, the last time, as long as you don't die, there will be countless last times, it's a good thing they can say it!Like his uncle, he didn't fulfill his promise until he jumped off the building, because his brains fell out and he couldn't gamble anymore.

He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, shook off Dug's hand, and walked out of the ward without looking back.

Zhang Weidong walked all the way forward, Duhu's voice chased him all the way.

"Dongzi, Dongzi! I will definitely pay you back, you help me! I'm not just for myself, I'm afraid those bastards will mess with my wife, my child, please..."