That temple that person

Many years ago, my master said to me: God closes a window for you, and it will naturally leave a door for you.

When he was twirling his octopus-like beard and smiling meaningfully at me, I was still a dandy playing with a pen in his mouth in a private school, squinting his eyes, all I wanted to do was poke at that old man Make a few holes.

Now, his wrinkled old face seemed to emerge faintly in the stars all over the sky. I spat out a few stalks of dogtail grass in my mouth, and there seemed to be a little blood foam left at the corner of my mouth.I looked at the night sky above my head, and I wanted to smile wryly and curse in my heart: old man, is the door reserved for me by the heavens just such a broken door...

The blood trickled down from my forehead slowly, and my eyes were gradually covered with blood. I thought I was going to die, in the wilderness, with no one to collect my body.But I am not reconciled.

The blood-stained hand lifted up tremblingly, and at the moment when it was about to reach the apex, it slammed heavily on the door.

"Boom."

Unexpectedly, in the last moment of my life, this is the last sound I make, which is more boring than my long, boring life.

The author has something to say: Haha, this is the first time I try to write about Tanmei, there is always a first time in life.