[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

"I can't feel your sadness."

Gong Jiudao.

"You are blind."

His voice was cold and emotionless, without any sympathy.

"I have seen many blind people, even, they became blind under my hands."

"I can tell what they are thinking at a glance."

"You are different."

"Do you think blind people have to live miserable every day?"

Huamanlou said slowly.

"I became blind when I was seven years old."

"I have at least seen the blue sky, the green trees, the sun, the moon and the stars, and too many things in this world. I am much luckier than many people."

"At least I've seen this world."

"And there's nothing wrong with being blind. Although I can no longer see, I can still hear, feel, and sometimes even have more fun than others."

With a peaceful and satisfied face, he said, "Have you ever heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof? Can you feel the wonderful vitality of the flower buds slowly opening in the spring breeze? Do you know that in the autumn wind, often All of them carry the fragrance of leaves from the distant mountains?"

"When the sun rises every morning, the birds will gently flap their wings. Have you ever noticed the soft sound of their feathers? Have you ever listened carefully to their tired but reassuring footsteps? When new and clean lives come to this world with the sound of crying, have you heard many people cry with joy? Voice?"

"If you do this, you will know that many troubles are not troubles, and many sorrows are no longer sad."

"Whether you can live a happy life does not depend on whether you are blind or not, nor does it depend on physical or mental disabilities, but on whether you really like your life, whether you really want to be happy Live happily."

Gong Jiu's gaze was fixed on Huamanlou, in the hazy twilight, his expression was calm and joyful that he had never seen on other people's faces in the past twenty years.

He slowly moved his gaze across the face of the person in front of him.

At this moment, he actually had a soft and strange impulse, he wanted to close his eyes and try to see if what the person in front of him said was true.

The twilight is deeper, the warm wind is blowing, the fragrance of the flowers is stronger, thicker to the depths, but it also reveals a deep and shallow warmth.

The corners of Gong Jiu's beautifully shaped lips curled up in an arc.

"Do you have friends?"

"Do you have any family?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Of course I do. I have many good family members, a big clan, and a very strange and nosy good friend."

He looked particularly happy at this time.

"Jiangnan flower family."

"Lu Xiaofeng."

Gong Jiu read lightly.

"What if I kill all your family members and that little phoenix with four eyebrows?"

"Aren't you still sad?"

This is simply cruel and domineering without reason.

Who would kill another person's family and friends just to ask, would you be sad?

But no one would doubt the authenticity of Gong Jiu's words.

He really can do it.

Hua Manlou also knew that he would really do it.

Hua Manlou was silent for a moment, but she was not angry and smiled.

"Of course I will be sad, I will even be angry and sad."

"I am a man, not a god."

"Then you will kill me?"

Gong Jiu's eyes were fixed on Hua Manlou's face again, he watched him seriously, not wanting to let go of any expression.

Huamanlou was silent again.

He seemed to be looking inside himself.

Finally, he said.

"No, I will use all my strength to catch you and let the law judge you."

"If you commit a crime, you will be judged, and if you do evil, you will always have to pay for it."

"Whether you find it ridiculous or not, I always feel that in this world, there must be someone who believes in fairness and justice."

Hua Manlou's words were calm and indifferent, as if he was telling the truth between heaven and earth.

This is the truth in his heart.

Gong Jiu's fingers trembled.

"You must have never been really close to death."

He said that the lines on the face with graceful and perfect contours were relaxed, which was extraordinarily real.

It looked a little dazed.

"If you have really been close to death, you will know that the so-called fairness and justice in this world are simply nonsense."

"I am leaving."

Suddenly he stood up, his face was tense, his eyes still looked cold and resolute and conceited, and there was still no wrinkle on his snow-white clothes.

In the distance, there are servants waiting for him quietly.

Gong Jiu tapped her toes, and the person was gone.

Like stopping without hesitation.

Hua Manlou smiled faintly.

'I haven't been close to death? '

'Who in this world knows the taste of death better than me? '

'Obviously...it's something that has been experienced many times. '

He quietly brewed a cup of tea for himself, stroked the book with his hands, and the undulating lines transformed into a Chinese character and a line of sentences in his mind.

Enjoy the last evening of the day.

When the last ray of the setting sun disappears in the dark purple sky, it rises brightly.

"The building is full of flowers."

Ling'er ran back.

She stood in front of Hua Manlou, her fair and tender face flushed red because of her haste.

"We're going to the wedding."

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at the teacup on the table and frowned.

"Who's here?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "A man named Gong Jiu."

"Ninth brother?"

Ling'er's complexion changed, she was a little happy just now, but instantly turned pale again.

"Are you OK."

"Of course I'm fine."

"I'm right in front of your eyes, all right?"

Ling'er let out a long breath.

This is simply not the sound she should make at her age.

"Great."

"Why are you so scared?"

Hua Manlou asked.

"Who is Gong Jiu?"

Ling'er said: "He and my adoptive father are the truth on this island."

"Brother Jiu is very complicated and strange."

"But he is a genius, a rare genius. No matter what kind of martial arts he learns, he can come and go freely no matter how heavily guarded a place is. What you think in your heart has not been said yet. He already knows that if you ask him to kill someone, no matter where that person hides, no matter how many people are protecting him, he will never miss."

"He was a horrible man."

"But a lot of people on this island like him."

"Every time he comes back he brings gifts to everyone on the island."

"As long as you dare to ask him for money, he will give it to you no matter how much it is."

"He will do a lot of things for us, many things that don't need him to do."

"He doesn't even gamble, doesn't drink, and he doesn't like to be lecherous. He doesn't like things that men like."

Hua Manlou couldn't help but smile suddenly.

He couldn't help not laughing.

A little girl seriously talks about things that men like, and makes comments on a man, which does have some magic power to make people laugh.

"Is this really what you said?"

Ling'er pouted.

"Well, it's from that crazy woman."

"But I think it makes sense."

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "So, doesn't he have no shortcomings?"

"No, brother Jiu also has shortcomings."

Ling'er snapped off her tiny fingers, and counted one by one: "He doesn't know how to count, and he's a road idiot. If you put him in a strange place, without a guide, he will never reach his destination. He is eccentric and withdrawn, and when he is not killing people, he likes to be in a daze, does not speak, and is very boring."

"Sometimes he has mental problems, and he doesn't eat a bite of food or drink a drop of water for several days."

"No one else is allowed to enter his room, no one is allowed, not me, not crazy women, not even my adoptive father."

"His vision is not good."

Ling'er's soft and crisp voice suddenly became ruthless.

"He pets that crazy woman."

Hua Manlou reached out and rubbed her head.

"Shouldn't we go to the wedding banquet?"

"Oh, yes."

Ling'er tilted her head, and smiled innocently and brilliantly.

"Let's go quickly."

"Otherwise it will be too late."

The author has something to say:

Since everyone talks about Hua Jiu, let’s go to Hua Jiu. For Gong Jiu, I watched Feng Wu Jiu Tian again today. He was so weird. Gong Jiu died inexplicably. Don't drink or gamble and don't feel good about sex, I can't bear to see it behind... I understand whether Lu Xiaofeng was killed or not, after all, he is Gu Long's own son, what's the matter with Shaman, he doesn't like her very much, she is even more baffled. OTZ, I don't know what kind of temper Gong Jiu is at all, I wrote it according to my own understanding, please read it blindly.I want to cannon fodder Sharman, change the plot of the original work, and say hello in advance, Sharman fans will not be happy, and there is a small part of the dialogue quoted from Gu Long in this chapter, because I think it is too in place, and it has not been changed, so I hereby mark it.