give me a chance to be a good person

Words seem to be illusory, but in fact they hang on one side of the steelyard and hang on the other side of the mood of others. It is too light or too heavy to be good.

If it is light, it has no weight, no one will be convinced, and it is easy to belittle others; if it is serious, it is extremely troublesome, it is easy to irritate others, and if you are a little careless, you will not be able to step down.

It is not easy to strike a balance among them.

Among the people who can control speech freely, in Wu Lang's life, there is only Shang Shijing.Although this soul living in Shang Shijing's body is extremely intelligent, it may be limited by its own status, so it is not very able to accommodate the cognition of others.Wu Lang thought of Yue Wuchang's unclear appearance just now, and also thought of Shang Shijing's frown, and couldn't help feeling amused secretly.

People are always easily deceived by what they see in front of them. If he is really a monk hiding in the wild, he was looking for Yuze at that time, so naturally he only knows the place name of the Immortal Land.

How many people can there be who know everything in the world.

The two had had enough walking outside, and Shang Shijing felt sleepy, so the two of them crossed the city wall and entered the city. It was already late, and at the corner, they occasionally saw faint lights shining through the lanterns, probably from patrols in the city. team.Wu Lang was very familiar with this city, and he walked through the alleys and alleys with Shang Shijing, and he didn't know how many detours before he came to an inn.

This city is bigger than Yantao City. When Shang Shijing walked all the way, he saw a market not far away. Many stalls were not put away. The tables and chairs were connected together with the sheds. Children come to hide and seek, but it is easy to find someone who has to pretend to be a ghost.

The inn that Wu Lang came to was not very big, and the name of the inn was very straightforward, called "Yongjin Inn". The lights were not turned off and the door was not locked this night. Wu Lang pushed the door open and saw the shopkeeper lighting a lamp Standing behind the counter, with a pen in his hand and a ledger in front of him, he was yawning one after another.

Watching him yawn, Shang Shijing felt sleepy and couldn't help but yawned too.

"Hey, you're here." The master's eyes are not big, but he can see everything. With his head bit by bit, he can see Wu Lang at a glance. He hurriedly raised the lamp and said with a smile, "Hey, I'm just waiting for you to come." Come on, I don’t dare to close the door if you don’t come here. Come, come, please, I have prepared all three guest rooms you want.”

Wu Lang smiled, and said warmly, "Please trouble the shopkeeper."

"Where are you?" The shopkeeper looked drowsy, but he knew that when he woke up, his mouth became extremely sharp, and he didn't feel chest tight when he talked for a long time, but his words sounded funny, and he didn't know. Make people feel bored.

The three rooms are adjacent to each other, and the other one is supposed to be for Zhang Xiao.

After Shang Shijing said goodbye to Wu Lang, he returned to his room. Although the inn was not big, it was very elegantly furnished. He was a little tired today, but when he took off his clothes, he suddenly felt sticky. When I was drinking, I splashed some on my body. I was tense before and didn't feel anything. Now that I'm relaxed, I just felt it. I happened to see a bathtub behind the screen, so I wanted to go downstairs to ask the shopkeeper to boil some hot water.

When he said Cao Cao, Cao Cao would arrive. As soon as he thought about it, there was a knock on the door.

"Xianjia, the villain is here to bring hot water, can you come in?" The shopkeeper's voice was so flattering that it was almost funny. When Shang Shijing heard this name, he was puzzled for a while, but he thought carefully about the shopkeeper's attitude towards Wu Lang just now. Feeling very affectionate, he secretly thought that maybe Wu Lang was kind to the shopkeeper, so he stopped thinking about it and went to open the door.

Of course, the shopkeeper didn't come up by himself. Behind him were two big men doing coolies. One was carrying two big hot water pots, the other was carrying two large buckets of cold water, and the shopkeeper himself was carrying something that looked like a food box.

Shang Shijing didn't quite understand, so in order to avoid being timid, he said, "You guys come in."

The two big men poured water and added water aside, the shopkeeper stood behind the screen and opened the carrying box, putting everything out.

"How do you know that I need hot water?" Although Shang Shijing is not from this world, he also knows that at such a late hour, preparing hot water requires a fire. The two of them don't know when they will come. The hot water can be brought up quickly, I am afraid that someone has already told me.

"Oh, Wu Xian's family ordered it to be prepared." The shopkeeper nodded and bowed, and said with a smile, "He ordered the villain to prepare hot water, saying that he would be drinking today, and he would return later, so he would feel uncomfortable after blowing out the alcohol outside. So take a shower before going to bed."

Actually, one shouldn't take a bath after being drunk, but firstly, Shang Shijing wasn't very drunk, and secondly, he also wanted to relax, so he nodded and didn't say anything else.

The shopkeeper greeted and delivered them every day, and by observing his words and facial expressions, he could tell from Shang Shijing's appearance that this was not a talkative master. After finishing his work, he called two assistants to go out, and closed the door behind him before leaving.Shang Shijing waited for them to leave before taking the pegs. Behind the screen was a table with a wooden tub of hot water, a new set of clothes, a piece of soap, a bag of leaves, and a few scented pots. Bottles and cans.

Shang Shijing is used to the messy toiletries in this world.

The wooden basin was used to wash his hair, the water was filled just right, and the temperature was moderate. Shang Shijing had no patience with this long hair, so he scrubbed it like clothes for a long time before giving up, and then sat directly in the bucket.The water in the wooden bucket was about very hot before, and the hot air steamed into the pores, and his whole body seemed to be softened. He rested his hands on the bucket, and his long hair was scattered casually, some of which were pressed by himself. There were still some loose outside the tub, Shang Shijing couldn't care less, he raised his wet face and looked at the ceiling motionless, even he didn't know what he was looking at.

His brain was emptied in an instant. The soap probably had a lot of fragrance added, and it smelled very fragrant. He was soaked in the water, and almost fell asleep in a relaxed state.

In fact, he did fall asleep, and when his sanity returned, the water was already icy cold. Fortunately, the monk would not be soaked like a wrinkled dried pickle, and the spiritual power flowed along the meridians. Zhenyuan became hot again.

Shang Shijing warmed up a little bit to warm up his body. After wiping his hair clean, he was no longer sleepy. The new clothes were also scented with spices. They smelled faintly of vanilla, which was similar to the smell in the fashion mirror wardrobe. He was very fond of this There is no research on it, so I don't know exactly what kind of spice it is, but it's not a big deal, so I won't pursue it further.

I don't know what time it is.

Shang Shijing had already had a good night's sleep, and he didn't feel sleepy for the time being. The hot water soaked out the inertia hidden deep in his muscles and bones. long river.

The inn was built on the shore, and the windows are so big that one person can sit on it. The moon seems to have not faded yet. Shang Shijing jumped lightly and leaned against the window sill. The opened window was held up by his back and feet. Yes, the window sill is not wide, and there is a sense of danger that he almost falls down when he sits up. He lightly turned his body to the side, maintained his balance perfectly, and looked up at the night sky.

The moon was as bright as the day, and the light was soft and beautiful, so bright that it seemed to clearly reflect the appearance of people. Shang Shijing could see the patrolling soldiers in the distance. They were armed with guns and armored, and they didn't stop for a moment.

Although they worked hard, they were much better than me.

Shang Shijing couldn't help but feel lost, thinking that he had a long way to go, and he didn't know what to do in the future.

The dark night always draws people's thoughts, Shang Shijing sat under the bright moon, the breeze was blowing, and the blood and honey wine had already disappeared. Suddenly, he saw someone on the other side open a window. It is not narrow, there is a bridge paved with bricks and stones in the distance for passage, there is still some distance between the two banks, and the attic on the opposite side is in the shade.

It's just that the figure of that person is still not very clear. Shang Shijing wondered if he was also a moon admirer, but the scenery in his place might not be as good as his.

Most of the people who admired the moon at this time were idlers who could not sleep, Shang Shijing couldn't help being a little curious.

After a while, there seemed to be a faint melodious sound of the piano coming from the opposite side. Although Shang Shijing was a serious college graduate, they had abandoned the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for too long, so they didn't know much about their majors. Sexual rhetoric, I just feel that the sound of the piano is sonorous and intense, long and endless, and the fighting spirit is extremely surging. It reminds him of those drumming battle songs accompaniment in TV dramas, and he can't help but feel excited.

There is a wonderful charm in music. Even though Shang Shijing knows nine out of ten about it—none of it, he is still very touched by it, and he can't wait to find someone to fight to the death.However, the sound of the zither soon subsided again, as if an old general in armor and experienced in many battles had lost his horse, weakened his spirit, turned gray and was no longer in his prime.

Shang Shijing had never been so attached to anything, but he still felt a little sad when he heard the sound of the piano.

It is a desolate thing for a man's pride and ambition to go to waste. What is even more desolate is that he has never had such pride and courage.

Shang Shijing naturally had dreams when he was a child, but when he grew up, he was slowly worn away by life. He knew that everything about him would gradually change according to the society, and that no matter how he fought, he could not match the destiny. So mediocre, life is lacklustre, fate has never been fair, and people with great talents always work thousands of times more than ordinary people.

He is just a mortal who has been exhausted on this road that symbolizes brilliance, and chose another smoother and more comfortable road to walk.

What's even more frightening is that with the passage of time...

Shang Shijing couldn't help thinking.

I have also become a person who is accustomed to this, and even excuses that this is the reality, this is the truth...

That's why I failed miserably.

The author has something to say: I have very few abuse points, I was only afraid of two points before.

One is a general with a white head, but he can't die on the battlefield, but he is a master of great achievements, imprisoned in wealth and honor, all his kung fu and courage are all worn away by time.

The second is that a mediocre person pursues a genius. It’s okay if he lives in ignorance, but he has seen the light, but finds that in his life, he can only see the despair and pain of this light.

Now it's... gone [Ghost knows what happened to me]

When I wrote this chapter, it was actually because of recent related incidents, and the characterization of the scene also happened to have a turning point here.

I hope that everyone's dreams will not be swallowed by life in the end, and they can work hard towards the future they want.