[Comprehensive] Three Good Youth Inspirational Notes

I have been in an antique shop in Hangzhou for a few years, playing the role of "Boss Wu" in Wang Meng's mouth.I don't know what made me have the urge to write down what I have experienced in the past few years. In fact, everything I have experienced is something I don't want to recall, but I am afraid that one day I will write down for a certain If I suddenly leave because of someone or something, I always want to keep something, so I have this thing like a memoir.But if the fat man far away in Banai sees it, he might spit on me and call me hypocritical.Or else, sipping a little wine, thinking about a name for this thing, maybe it can be called "Innocence's Heart Journey" or "Little Innocence and the Stories You Have to Tell".

well, let's get back to business.

I used to think that I was the protagonist in this story (I call everything I have experienced a story), because often about adventure stories, the protagonists are basically not the strong ones, but ordinary, cowardly and even a little bit like me. A naive person who is a little ignorant of the world.But when I saw Xie Lianhuan's letter, all self-obscenity was overturned.To put it bluntly, I can be said to be a smoke bomb type of existence, which can confuse some people's vision, but to put it bluntly, I may be regarded as a substitute, existing as a role to replace Qi Yu.Well, there is no protagonist in this story from the very beginning. It is a completely ignorant bastard who joins this unknown game with his bare hands, with curiosity and a bit of self-righteous cleverness. I didn't even see it clearly, so I rushed up and shouted, kill, kill, kill.It’s just that how many people tried their best not to let me get involved in this maze, and how many people tried their best to pull me into this maze. It sounded like a tug-of-war, but I still plunged into it without hesitation, regardless of whether I blamed it or not. Because of my irrepressible curiosity, but I can't say the word regret.Speaking of this, I admire Fatty a little bit, not because of his ability to "touch the gold captain", nor because of his poor mouth when he sees people, but because he called me "innocent little comrade" from the very beginning, I still can't avoid naive speculation about world affairs and naivety about people's hearts.I can't get rid of the deep-rooted concept of "human nature is good", really a little naive.However, it doesn't mean that his words come true, it's just that I think fat people are not only useful for their fat body, but also very accurate for judging people's nature.He is the kind of person who usually runs the train with his mouth full, but he is not procrastinating in critical moments, and his skills are absolutely agile, and he can also make dirty jokes at the critical moment of life and death.It is not an exaggeration to describe such a person as bold and careful, even if part of his boldness comes from his enthusiasm for bright weapons.

I'm a weakling in this story, and I'm always a little depressed when I understand it, but I'm more fortunate that such a weakling like me can also meet life-and-death friends like Fatty and Pokerfinger.Even if we all walk on the same path for different purposes, the fat man is for the weapon or something else, the oily bottle is to solve the mystery of his own life experience, and I am for a truth that has nothing to do with myself.The three of us with very different personalities formed a subtle iron triangle relationship after the Tomb of the Sea, Yunding Tiangong, and Snake Marsh Ghost Town, which can be regarded as fate.To say that this stuffy oil bottle doesn't have any pleasing personality, he keeps a sullen face all day long, as if someone owed him 500 million.What impressed me the most about him was not his two unusually long fingers, nor the aura that could make a thousand-year-old female zongzi kneel down for him, nor his ability to come and go freely in the tomb, but the fact that he entered the tamutuo. A conversation over a campfire one night, the longest I've ever heard him say.He said, "Wu Xie, what are you doing here? In fact, you shouldn't get involved. Your third uncle has already done a lot for you. You didn't wade in the water here." There are 41 words in this sentence. In that case, I counted subconsciously.This seems to me a little hairy.But it was that night that made me change my opinion of him. He was not born cold, but he had experienced some extraordinary things that people can endure.Thinking about everything before, because he can be regarded as the strongest among us in the tomb, and his presence is the best amulet. Anyway, he has a feeling of peace of mind. Although I secretly called him "missing" "Professional household", but there are many times when he stepped forward to save people.In my consciousness, I will automatically classify him as a good person.To change it to a fat man's description, it might be "brother Hu Shubao who sleeps soundly and peacefully all night to prevent side leakage".But after he followed Aunt Wenjin into the meteorite in the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, I suddenly understood that I really couldn't experience his world personally, as if it was right in front of me, but I couldn't find a way to get there .Seeing him walking alone in that world that no one else can enter, taking risks alone, and just wanting to solve the doubts on him, I feel a little sad, not sympathetic, what Poker Bottle has experienced brings me feelings Insulate from the word sympathy.I was horrified by his reaction until he came out of there.I began to really think about the seriousness and earnestness of what he said that night in front of the campfire, as if from that moment I thought I should fulfill the impulsive "If you disappear, at least I will find out" line similar to word of promise.No matter how strong a person is, there is a side of helplessness that is little known.I often think how lonely it must be for such a person who has the immortal body that emperors have longed for for thousands of years to look back on himself. Fortunately, Poker Bottle seems to have endurance beyond the reach of ordinary people. One face, people who want to see other expressions are also considered one in a hundred.

Thinking about our wonderful combination, my reasoning ability, Zhang Qiling's ability to fight backwards, and Fatty's kung fu are relatively prominent features. To be honest, the three of us are indispensable.Fatty's mouth skills have never been underestimated since the first time I saw him speak. He can speak his words as easily as talking about the weather in the gloomy tomb. Diverting the attention of a young child like me, I don't feel uncomfortable.If I were left alone with Poker Ping, I would definitely have a cold stand in the entire tomb, maybe I could learn the expression "You all owe me 5000 million" from Poker Ping.Fatty's ability to make jokes is really excellent. I can guess that half of the relationships in his circle of friends are obtained through his words. Only fat people can make people laugh.And the person who can talk and speak humorously is second to none is this fat man, no wonder women are popular.I originally expected that the fat man must be a bee who "lived among thousands of flowers" and would never linger for a single flower. Who would have thought that this fat bee would pull out the tail needle and stay in Banai because of the clouds.I didn't expect that a person who usually smiles with a hippie face would show such a sad expression. When he said he loved her, he really loved her.How many innocent people died because of this secret hidden by the predecessors, and the death of Aning, I understand that no matter how sonorous a rose is, it will wither one day, but she died at the moment when it should be in full bloom. I have seen a lot of blood on this road, but I still can't accept Ah Ning's death.

Aning's death seems to be an omen, she died to carry out Jude Kao's order, and Pan Zi is so similar to her, if I didn't ask Pan Zi, Pan Zi must be married by now Bar.The scene before Pan Zi's death became eternity. I always remember that my third master Wu Xiao owed Pan Zi his life.I even came out alive by stepping on Pan Zi's life. Ever since I followed my third uncle, Pan Zi has always been my escort, first it was my third uncle, and now it's me.It's just Pan Zi, I'm ashamed to be the little third master you call, I can't transport your body back, I can't even give you a place of peace of mind.Every year when I go to Pan Zi’s tomb on Qingming Festival, I always seem to hear Pan Zi laughing and singing, “Little San Ye, don’t look back, Xiao San Ye, you go forward boldly.” There was still blood on his face, and there was no despair on his face, it seemed like relief or something.In the eyes of others, Pan Zi may be just a vicious dog of the third uncle who is not afraid of death, but in my eyes, I respect Pan Zi, he will always be a tough man.I only hope that Pan Zilai will live an ordinary life, and don't become a subordinate like Uncle San, and don't take the road of fighting against each other, let alone ruin his life for useless people like me, stay away from this kind of blood licking on the tip of a knife life, just live a lifetime like this.

Let me mention my third uncle here, this old fox, he can also be regarded as the executor of this puzzle. I firmly believe that whether he or Xie Lianhuan knows something, but they always lie to me .And as Wu Xie's third uncle, I know that on a certain level they don't want me to participate, but I act as a variable, not to mention a person with strong curiosity and a physique of attracting trouble. variable.All the lies were laid on me in a logical way, and I don’t deny that I was willing to drill in. I don’t care if I’m stupid or stupid. I think I still call him “Third Uncle” after all. The third uncle took care of me, at any rate, people with the third uncle under his command could still call me "little third master".Up to now, living an idle life in my own shop, the most touching thing for me is the time when I played the role of the third uncle. Some masks can’t be taken off once you put them on. If you want others to be harmless, you have to wear one. With a mask, the more people can't see you clearly, the less they dare to despise you.Once I was angry at Wang Meng who miscalculated the account. I happened to encounter some troubles and insisted on keeping a straight face. The room was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard. Shaking almost invisibly, it was the first time I saw Wang Meng look so frightened, and I asked him in a prepared tone, and this fellow tremblingly replied "Is it possessed by my third uncle?" If I don't get angry like Third Uncle, he really doesn't take me seriously.It's just...Since then, Wang Meng has never miscalculated, and he has never been scolded by me before, but he is still wrong. I don't know if this change is good or bad, or I brought it The shadow of the mask still remains on the face behind the mask?If things go on like this, I may really not be able to pick it off, but I hope I think too much.

During these years of being idle, Xiaohua has recovered from her injuries and has long since returned from abroad. It is a pleasure to come to me to quarrel with me when I have nothing to do. As for the disputes between the Huo family and the Huo family, Xiaohua didn't say anything , it is inconvenient for me, an outsider, to ask.Xiuxiu took over the Huo family, and she was very busy, and she only sneaked over to my place occasionally to say "Brother Wu Xie" instead of me. I also know that it's not easy for Xiuxiu, a girl A few jokes to make her happy, watching her giggle and laughing is not in vain for my brother Wu Xie.However, the past few years have not been as peaceful as I saw. There are always undercurrents. I went to the third uncle's basement again and found that the things inside had been touched, but I couldn't find anything specific. It is vaguely guessed that the matter is far from over, that everything at the beginning has just come to an end, and the truth is still lurking at the bottom of the glacier.I often think to Guixi whether to wait a few more years for the little brother to come out from behind the bronze gate, or go to the bronze gate to find the little brother immediately without further delay.He must know something, he just won't say it.The fat man never called me in Banai. According to his temperament, he will not be isolated from the world because of the grief of losing his lover. At least the fat man will definitely come back to contact me after he packs up his mood.This is what worries me. It is impossible for him to grieve for several years. According to my prediction, it will only be one year, but now...

Thinking about Poker Ping and Fatty, they are the only ones I can completely relax my vigilance at the moment, but Xiuxiu and Xiaohua can no longer be involved. The Huo family and Xie family they represent behind them are unknown variables.The third uncle's handicap is also not a big deal, but a lot of small things.Sooner or later something will go wrong.My uneasiness these days has become more and more obvious, but it is also difficult to suppress the hidden expectations in my chest. Yes, after writing this way, I, Wu Xie, still want to pursue the truth.It's just that this time, I, Wu Xie, was the one who was looking for it, and I didn't want to involve others. If I, Wu Xie, were the protagonist in the next story, I would control my own destiny.On this day, it will come back, I have always believed in it.

Wu Xie