[Douluo] Tang Yuke can't laugh

"Are you back?" Yue Niang poked her head out from the sky upstairs, her long hair was as messy as a chicken coop at this time, Tang Yuke suspected that she would not be able to straighten the messy hair even if she broke a comb later.

"It's exactly August [-]th, you're really on time." A man wearing a bright yellow shirt and a golden hair crown tied on his head came out of the room. Tang Yuke squinted his eyes. After staring at him for a long time, he clapped his hands suddenly: "It's you, Zhao Jue! You're back too? What have you been doing all this time?"

This yellow jerk showed a particularly disgusted expression, rolled its eyes, and clearly expressed its disdain: "Don't mention it, I was cooking that day, and a summoning formation suddenly appeared under my feet, and I was selected to participate in one for no reason. Brainless cup competition...Holy Grail War...Seven people dare to call it a war? The countless golden men who I killed seven in and seven out of my sword back then would cry... and master, after so many years, I have never I have seen a guy who dares to call himself my master!"

"...You still have the nerve to mention... Didn't you have a good time yourself? You didn't come back until three years later..." Yue Niang threw herself on the accountant who had just entered the door with a vegetable basket, as if I was a useless person, "Master Father... My life is so miserable... I can't open the door for three years... I can't cook anything after the chef is gone... You know the guests are rushing outside and I can't find a chicken feather when I enter the kitchen Is it the feeling that the dishes on the pot are still burnt... If you didn't go to the wrong door again to come here..."

Bai Mao's tent shook his head helplessly: "How old you are, you still look like a child..." Patting Yueniang on the head of the chicken coop, she said angrily, "Hurry up and comb your hair!"

"Hey!" Yue Niang gave a rare childish gesture, and rushed upstairs into the sky with a QAQ face.

"It's really rare, I thought you wouldn't come back." The boy's voice came from behind.

"Hey... why haven't I seen you grow so tall for a year?!" Tang Yuke turned her head and saw a golden hair. She took a step back suddenly and looked at Dai Mubai who was almost growing to her shoulder. She stretched out her hand to compare, which was a little difficult confidence.

"..." I haven't seen you for a year, and there seems to be something wrong with this guy's brain.

"...Do you want to stay tonight?" Yue Niang, who quickly changed her clothes and changed from a funny girl to a beautiful proprietress, came down the stairs, "According to our custom, the whole family should enjoy the moon together~ It just so happens that the coolies are back too! Let me show you what is the strength of a super chef!" The proprietress laughed wildly, very proud—although it seems that the real super chefs are accountants, Tang Yuke and Zhao Jue—and Dai, who has been with him for a year, Mubai is fully aware that in fact, among all the people present, the only traitor belonging to the dark culinary world is the proprietress.

It seems that the head is still flooded after not seeing the proprietress for a day.

Even though I said so, after the meal (I have to admit that the so-called super chef's strength is still serious⊙▽⊙) no one was found for Tang Yuke.

"Where's that guy?" Dai Mubai helped tidy up the dishes very skillfully, and found that a certain cook seemed to be missing again, "She won't run away to wander around the world after eating, right?"

"Here." Yue Niang threw a jar of wine to Dai Mubai, "That guy should be basking in the moon on the roof, you take this and climb up to find her."

Zhao Jue raised his eyebrows when he saw the jar of wine: "Be careful, it's a jar of 20-year-old wine, it's very expensive—but it's also very worthless."

"As a child who is also favored by her, you may be able to hear a story when you go this time." The man said lazily, "A story that has been hidden for 20 years."

Zhao Jue turned around and waved his hands behind his back: "Hurry up."

"Don't let her down." Said the man who was always talking in Dai Mubai's memory.

The little tiger climbed to the roof with the wine in his arms, but Tang Yuke, who was lying on the bluestone tiles, didn't look back.

"Those two guys..." she sighed.

"Let me tell you a story."

"There is a woman."

"She was betrayed."

"Although I expected it a long time ago, I still don't want to believe it and feel sad because of it."

"That's it. This self-inflicted story is over."

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How long has it been since the accident in the snow field?

Probably... a few years.

Can not remember.

In a few years, it seems that many things can be changed.

Tang Yuke nodded when she heard Bibi Dong say that the Hall of Spirits was being recalled and was about to leave. Later, it seemed that a young man appeared next to the Saintess of the Hall of Spirits. The 30-year-old salted fish silently calculated how much it would cost to burn a 10-level match, and finally shook his head helplessly to calculate how much the wedding red envelope would cost; Hearing Scorpion said that he would go back to the snowfield to see his hometown Tang Yuke stared at her with dead fish eyes, and later when the scorpion buried itself in the ice and snow and was going to hibernate, it waved its pincers at her and said that if one day you feel lonely, you are welcome to bring fried pork loin to see her , In the end, completely disregarding the soft and cute persuasion of the big white rabbit Sybil, and had another "friendly exchange" with the scorpion; when she heard Sybil said that she would go home to see her little rabbit, Tang Yuke was stunned for a while, and silently pulled Fingers confirm that Sybil is a [-]-year-old rabbit. It is not something to make a big fuss about having a little rabbit in her family. Finally, she got used to a monkey on her left shoulder and a snake on her right shoulder, and she was holding a little white rabbit in her arms. She spends her daily life in the wooden house built in the Star Dou Forest.

until that day.

Yes, until that day, from that day on, everything is like a different face, the masked life opened its mouth, showing its sharp teeth and smiling maliciously at her, look, you are a fool .

Trying to grab everything, nothing can be done.

Although... I don't care anymore.

I am used to this kind of thing, so many lives, I don’t know how many times I have met her who thinks she is arrogant—but, after so many years, she still stubbornly insists that she is human, unwilling to admit defeat to time, unwilling to abandon So, even after so many years, she is useless, stubborn, and stupid, she still hasn't learned it, and she doesn't want to learn it. That heart like a god is as hard as a stone, so...you see, that The place deep in the soul... no matter how much you care about it... it still hurts, just like those countless mortals.

Although, the pain accumulated over the years has made her unconscious and numb... No longer have the strength to swing such a resolute and fiery punch against the fate of the ridiculous clown up.

Tang Yuke faced thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, nothing changed, quietly watched the world's moon open her hand, and the fragments she saw through her fingers were so cold.

She hooked the corners of her mouth into a stiff arc.

Still... can't laugh.

Look, you can't laugh at something so funny.

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That day was winter, and Tang Yuke routinely squatted in the Star Forest.

This winter is unusual, it has been rainy all the time, and snow hasn’t fallen for a few days. As a rabbit, Sybil hates rain very much, so she naturally doesn’t want to come out from the center of Star Dou Forest at all. bacon.

But there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door and looked at the people outside in surprise.

The blond girl stood at the door of the warmest world in her impression, looking at her expressionlessly.

No umbrella, no shelter from the rain, completely disregarding the biting temperature of the rain in the twelfth lunar month, just standing there.

The blue eyes lost focus, and there was no trace of the usual high spirits, just a pair of glass beads inlaid between the eye sockets of the emotionless jade doll, but the eye sockets were red and red——she was crying .

Her body was dripping with rain, her clothes were messy and thin, and she looked in a state of embarrassment. Her long golden hair was knotted into strands and scattered on her shoulders. In such a dark night, she lost the light like the sun. It was like falling into an abyss.

"...A Dong?"

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"Yue Niang! Open the door!!!" In the Xingluo Imperial City in the middle of the night, someone hastily and vigorously patted the mahogany gate on the upper floor of the sky.

Yue Niang, who used to sleep late at night, opened the door with a small glowing box in her hand, and stared at Tang Yuke outside the door with wide eyes.

... and behind her Bibi Dong, who was obviously wearing clothes that were one size smaller, her hair was still dripping, and her face was expressionless.

The proprietress in the red dress quickly stuffed her [-]DS into her sleeves, pulled Tang Yuke and Bibidong into the shop, poked her head out to look left and right, and slammed the door shut with a bang.

"What's the matter?" The proprietress walked a few steps, stood beside Tang Yuke, and looked at Hanging Lantern Douluo who hurriedly put a blanket on Bibi Dong and poured hot tea, and then began to rummage through the counter.

"...I don't know." Tang Yuke hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly and slowly, "She was not in the right mental state when she came to see me...don't ask."

Looking back at Bibi Dong, Yue Niang gritted her teeth: "In this state, could it be that rumored man..."

The hand reaching for the bag of Banlangen deep in the cabinet stopped.

"Maybe."

But definitely more than that, absolutely.

Of course she believed that this innocent child loved that young man wholeheartedly.

At that time, she, who had seen the tender scene of the two of them from afar—actually felt that the young man was also affectionate.

Tang Yuke, who has seen countless ups and downs of love, countless ordinary couples, and even experienced being loved several times, can feel it.

If he was just abandoned under such circumstances...this actually very strong child...would be extremely sad...but not so hopeless.

Even... There was that kind of sad emotion in my heart.

That strong, dark, hate.

After finishing the package of Banlangen that obviously shouldn't appear in Douluo Dalu, she pushed it in front of Bibidong. Tang Yuke sat down, closed her mouth, and silently looked at the puppet-like blond girl.

This kind of silence seemed to freeze the air in this room, and even the sound of the rain outside the window was frozen like ice, and finally fell down, making a bone-chilling and lonely sound.

"Ke." She opened her mouth.

"I want to die."

"But I can't die."

"I'm dead, what about my sorrow?"

"I can't forgive you."

"Everything about me, myself, is so completely denied."

"I hate it so much."

"Hateful."

"Should I die?"

"what."

"It's so sad."

"By that time, I will never be me again."

"But I... want to do it."

"I'm... really ugly."

Tang Yuke clenched the teapot in her hand.

The body of the purple sand pot is already full of cracks.

She realized something.

That child... must have been through something... there is no way to call it sadness, but something darker.

It was so dark that it blackened all her hopes.

Let her drop all of herself... the world.

However, Tang Yuke is such a naive and stupid person.

The human being named Tang Yuke still stubbornly believed in self-deception.

Now, at this very moment, the puppet named Bibi Dong, forged by the surging black emotions in his heart, can give up all the things he owns for such a purpose.

Will still bear in mind his emotions, his own memories, and embrace the good.

Not aware of it at all, and not aware of it.

When the supposedly holy girl in the world is polluted by the 'nothingness' from outside the world.

All she has is destruction.

Destroy others, destroy emotions, destroy the world, destroy yourself.

No... It should be said that there is not even a concept of destruction.

The human named Tang Yuke hugged the doll into his arms, without smiling, but with the tenderness from the years in his eyes.

"Cry, cry, everything, after crying, live with a smile."

Sobbing came from his arms.

And then... howling.

Roaring, howling, unable to understand the words in the words.

That howling was not like a girl blooming like a lily.

And like a lifeless desire, a dying beast.

In the backyard of the house, Zhao Jue buried the last pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine this year under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The man who could see the future lowered his eyes, thinking about how bitter a pot of wine would be in the end.

The author has something to say:

The first knife is ready to see blood.

Everyone knows what happened to the Pope at this time, right?

I was in a bad mood, so I decided to let you guys accompany me in a bad mood (laughs)

Don't think that three thousand to four thousand lives add up to 30 years without any love experience.

Is our Yuke so unworthy of being loved?

It's just that Tang Yuke really can't accept the obsession with remembering "the person I love deeply (Tang San)".

So usually when she just finds that she already has a subtle liking, she will be decisive and become a friend or a best friend (laughs) (do you think the other party will just give up like this?) go!).

Yes, there is an episode of dog abuse in the back where I try to love others but those palpitations keep popping out.

Of course Tang San will also find that he also has many rivals in love (laughs).

And under normal circumstances, there's no need to care about the dead ones, and he can't beat those rivals who are not dead under normal circumstances (malicious smile).

At the same time, the dull old Ke'er would say:? ? ?That's a friend? ? ?

However, having said all this... I just want to ask one question... Is anyone still reading that book Dragon Race?

I really want to write that book down, but I find that I am not in the mood to write at all today.

Let's vote, everyone, do you think I should abandon the article?

Now I want to change that book again, but no one really cares whether I'm writing it or not.

What do you guys think I should do?

Maybe I will start writing another paragraph someday after I think about it after I give it up, but I really don’t have the slightest mood to write it now.

No response... The author who didn't comment on the feed really wants to die.

So I plan to discard that book and devote myself to older Ke'er.

What's your opinion?

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