Changfeng Forced Landing Speed

messy hair.Patted my shoulder so heavily, never allowing my flinch to show.Pluck the clearest string of the shamisen for me.Doodle on my practice wooden knife.Pass me a bottle of worthless milk.

Take my hand at the age of five, your hand has a faint fragrance and the desire to describe the whole world; at the age of 15, push my hand to the battlefield again, Ten Finger Danko makes me feel that I have been dug out Heartbroken.I want to hold your hand. I have seen those hands brushing Mr. Shoyo’s long hair. I have seen those hands pointing out to me the location of summer cicadas. Those hands touched the belts of different men.

But I just remember that I dreamed that those hands took my hand again and again, and then in the pure white world, your most beautiful voice told me, Jinsuke, to fight.

The moon is full tonight.

Shen Kong, I love you.

I love you.

The moment when my consciousness is about to disappear, when my sense of touch has disappeared, and there is only darkness and silence in front of me.

I almost jokingly thought to myself: Jinsuke, are you still holding my hand properly?

The suffocation of death is so familiar, I seem to return to the night rabbit star three or forty years ago, dark and lifeless.In order to block the pouring rain of blood, the young Xuanfeng raised an umbrella that was difficult for human hands to open.I don't have to do anything, the weak human can only watch the master it depends on to cause countless deaths until death falls on itself.

Only the feeling of death made him feel so close.In desperation and awe, I uttered the name in my heart that was always connected with the meaning of "Master".

Sure enough, he could only call out humbly.Owner.

That face is the most intelligent face that the stupid human Xuanfeng has ever seen. It has the emotions of cruelty and compassion that these superior creatures have. The smiling Yetu's face always makes Xuanfeng crawl and tremble.I guess Jinsuke is still holding my hand, but death means that I am alone facing the eyes of Yorugi with crescent-like lines.

Yes, I stole the time machine.

Yes, I have bent over and kneeled countless times in the previous ten years.I want to live.I bowed my head to the mighty Night Rabbit, just because he stretched out his noble toes to me, and I kissed everything about the master obsequiously.

Yes, my heart still refuses.So I stole the time machine.Who the hell wants to kiss someone's toes!

Just so timid and cowardly.I stole a time machine and wanted to go back in time.What are you going to see?I want to see Yoshida Shoyo in the comic strips when I was a child.Because he has dignity.I also want to see Katsura Kotaro, who played in the theater, who was stubborn and stubborn.Because he has dignity.I also want to see the legendary Sakata Gintoki in the story told by the old slave.Because he has dignity.

But when I got the time machine, the person I most wanted to find was Shinsuke Takasugi.He appeared in the new historical movie released by Big Rabbit Star as a supporting role with few lines. Although he didn't easily bow his head to the heaven and man, he vomited blood and died after coughing a few times.However, he is very handsome.

Ever since I first put a collar around my neck, I've sworn to hate anything in the shape of a crescent.Correspondingly, I like Takasugi, that actor has a really nice smile, and so do his slender fingers plucking the shamisen.

Before falling asleep, let's think of Jinsuke in my heart one last time, and hope to meet each other in my dream.

Regardless of whether the moon is cloudy or sunny, there will always be a day when it is full and full.

If you start standing in the eternal night now, you can wait until the day you come here too, right?Just like many years ago, when I began to perceive the feeling of "love", I began to wait for the day when you also feel "love".

In the future, we will talk about where you are in the world

He didn't know why he would come back here.

This was long, but not long, after the broken veil had finally been torn to pieces by the wind.

The world was born from the fragments.It is beautiful, right and left, like a mirror image, not flat, sharp or distorted.

The cherry blossoms in this city have come to the season of weeping blood and mourning in the wind, but it has not yet fully arrived, and they still look like red clouds turning a group of harmony.Only a few healthy and unashamed flowers climbed out of the high gray walls of the old house of the Qingkong family, showing their beauty.

He stopped and knocked on the fence that he had wanted to eavesdrop on, walk in, and smash countless times with longing and inexplicable spirit when he was young, and his throat choked for a while.

The house had been sold a long time ago, and when he and the late old owner of the house cleaned up the old things, they couldn't even find the golden armor that she promised him back then and was returned by him.

"Glory is shattered in people's hearts with time, but it is rebuilt in eternity because of time." Takasugi still remembers the inscription that the down-and-out poet of Aozora's family gave her an oil painting representing war.

But I lost everything about you, which I never expected.You are not glory, nor are you something like it that can drift forever in the river of time.He didn't know why he had such negative and powerless sentences in his mind, but he really didn't know how to remember her.

Where are you.I have no idea.Because I am here, I know you are not here.

Under the blue sky, the street market is still noisy, yesterday there was still a "blue sky" doorplate, but I don't know who's name is tonight.He seemed to hear the voice of heaven falling straight down from the wind. Once it enveloped the world, it became extremely slow, stained with vulgarity, and turned into a vicissitudes of legend singing, and finally turned into a slightly inspiring low-quality sound in the commercial street. The song "Beautiful Dreamer" inHe looked at her as slim as ever amidst the falling flowers. She walked by this alley time and time again in high heels, gracefully lifted up her skirt and got on one luxury car after another made in different countries or other planets.

Her beautiful back curve just disappeared.He couldn't remember any more.

He hadn't decided whether to take a detour, but the voices of arguing from the main entrance of the mansion arranged for him to go.

With a twitch of his sleeves, he turned and took a step.

"I told you that my master is not messing around outside, illegitimate child? Huh! You bitch bastard still want to blackmail?"

He paused.The familiar yet unfamiliar smell of cherry blossoms in the air made some fragments of the past keep flashing in his mind, and the increasingly ugly scolding kept him from sinking into the memory like a coward and incompetent.

"Who is the little bastard? My mother said that I am the seed of this young master! You are a slave who bullies your master like this? Hmph, if my mother hadn't asked me to come here..."

The voice of the half-grown boy with a strong accent fell into an inarticulate muttering, and quickly regained his momentum and shouted: "Master, I don't care about inferior people like you, make way for me!" , Did you hear that? When I meet my father, I will never let you go, you dog slave."

The laughter of the adults came from not far away from his back, and there were many sarcasm pinching their throats.Obviously, the ugly voice of the juvenile voice-changing period became the attack point of this servant.

He squinted his eyes, and found that Edo in front of him was still so melancholy, gentle and beautiful, but he could recall the singing of "Beautiful Dreamer" as if the singer was strangled by someone's neck, and he couldn't even remember it. A little bit of related lyrics.

"You stand under the sun of Edo to get rid of the smell of dirt, and then you can fool us city people."

"Look at this bastard, yo. He's still angry, his eyes are rounder than the nipples of that slut in the kitchen, it's a pity they aren't purple. Oh, oh, look carefully, although this little face is a little dark, So fucking beautiful."

"Better looking than Yoshihara's girls?"

"Hahaha!"

"Ah—quick, this bastard still bites!"

"Bastard, biting is really hard, spit! Put this kid on hold for me."

"Ah bah! Dogs rely on people's power. If my mother gave birth to me in the city..."

Thinking of the way the rich man in the village stared at his face that day, the dark-skinned young man who was wiping the corners of his mouth shuddered.He licked the roof of his palate, spit out a lot of saliva, and sprayed it directly on the door plate with words he didn't know.

City.City.City.

big city.

City people.

The boy rubbed his abdomen, which had been in pain for a long time, and felt that the pain in his arm was also difficult to relieve, so he clenched his fists.The wind here is not as fresh as the one on the country road, and the air has the fragrance of cherry blossoms, which is so soft that he has no strength.Out of tune with the city's cherry blossoms was a tall white building in the distance, which he knew represented humiliation.

His mother had told him that his father, Master Qingkong Jingfeng, who should be called Master Qingkong Jingfeng now, didn't like it there.

Now the hatred of the son inheriting his father's career has come to him again.Hate kept him from screaming, he wanted to smash it, but he was afraid he would go crazy.

He should hate, he only knows hate, although he doesn't know why.He wanted to stare straight at one young, beautiful or old woman after another, and he wanted to rape them, rape them.He wanted to throw stones and spit at everything here.He's going to piss on that white building that's disturbing him.He wants to pollute the youth.He was going to strangle the infant child.He hates everything here.

He looked up, but a figure blocked the sunlight that should have fallen into his black eyes.

"Do you hate the world?"

It was a one-eyed man, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his head held up evilly, and he looked at him condescendingly.

"Hate." The boy glared at him with his pitch-black pupils, and the corner of his purple-red mouth curled up, spitting out a mouthful of liquid mixed with the man's body hair and blood.

The one-eyed man raised his eyebrows and suddenly took a few steps closer.

"Your name is Qing Kong?"