When I was seven, my father himself cut off my left hand.
He said to do what we do, we have to save our lives. I was too young to understand that.
Father’s business, man-made.
There are painters, carpenters, masons, and some masons. The craftsmen are rare. Those who are not so pure and so well-versed, are those who dare not mention their names.
I’ve seen it with my own eyes.
Father’s hands are like magic. He once removed the arm of an old farmer with one hand, and the mouth was smooth and without any blood. That’s because it’s really light, like a puppet. He crossed his arms with both fingers, and the wounds punctured by agricultural tools spread out like ink and disappeared. His father touched him gently, and his arm was taken back.
He used to give a big man with a fat head, a beat of his father’s hand, and the fat piece of gravy fell down like a slurry.
If he slips through his nails, he can give you an eyelid. He beats you gently, so he can correct your gallows.
I used to ask Father what was a human being.
Father only said two words.
“Sweet. I’m sorry.
When I was 12 years old, my father brought a thick book and said, “What’s wrong with being a human being?” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
“Okay, this is from Grand Master. Read well. I’m sorry.
And every day after that, I read the ancient book. It’s all about the magic, and I’ve always read it, and I don’t think about it.
I’ve been reading that old book for months, and it’s been a long time. Father called me over again and asked me.
“How many chapters is that book?”
“Chapter 11. I’m sorry.
“What does Chapter Six say? I’m sorry.
“The Bones.” I’m sorry.
“Do it for me.”
I bow my head, slit a finger in the middle finger, and a bone in my hand.
This is a bit weird, even scary. But there was no pain, no discomfort, and the fingerbones were pulled out in their entirety, as clean as a majestic. My finger moved gently and the bone returned to the body.
My father noded, and he crouched down and looked me in the eye, and said, “The human being can fix and kill.” A man with a bad heart takes human organs and takes human life, as it was before. And when you leave your home, bring with you an umbrella from Us, that you may be seen with other craftsmen. I’m sorry.
After that, he asked me to close my eyes and to scratch my eyes with my thumbs.
I opened my eyes and found that my eyes were even sharper and could even count the hair on my hands.
Only the father is invisible.
Mothers are gentle men, contrary to their father’s harshness. I’ve been with her since I was 12.
She had nothing to say about the human being, and she was the wife and mother of the man.
But I’m restless.
When I was 12, I learned to be independent, learned to do housework, but not how to be safe. I’m at home, and I’m at a curious age, always asking my mother questions. And there was little that the mother would answer, but she said again and again, “Be kind and be kind.” I’m sorry.
I was so busy I had to sharpen the magic. And then, by chance, I came up with the idea of something that I needed to use with both hands, and then my heart cooled, thinking that I had only the right hand.
I have only regrets, not resentment.
Since then, four more years have passed. On the morning of my 16th birthday, I found my mother standing at the door with a long, black barrel with tears on her face.
She cried red in her eyes and asked me, do you want to know why I followed your father?
I shake my head. Mothers, though not rich, are truly beautiful, their eyes and eyes. Nor is it easy to find the beauty of a platinum. The father is a man and a man, a man of his own.
She said, “He was carrying this barrel with two coins, but he had to buy a bun for the hungry.” He gave up everything and saved me from there. Your father fixed himself for a lifetime. I know you’re better at it, but what you need most is your father’s good. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to answer. I don’t know what my parents have been through and where they say “there”.
She held me and cried again, saying, “You are a child of the family, destined to travel all the way.” You’re 16 years old, I’ll give you this long barrel. It’s got an umbrella, a letter, a brave piece. I do not understand the use of this, but only the ancient instruction. “And in distress, and open the umbrella, and to the land, and to the land, and to the faith, and to the people of the land, and to those who are brave, that is all I can give you.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what my mother’s crying about, but I want to cry with her. The urge to leave home and the blood to freeze in an instant, I feel nothing, I don’t want to think, just stand with her.
I walked out the door and my mother bowed. It’s the first time I’ve seen her so sad, she doesn’t go too far and say:
“Aah, I miss you, but don’t come back. I’m sorry.
My parents called me good. I’m Cheng. I’m hoping everything can be done.
But the day after I left, I met the bandits in the mountains. That is the way to the City, but it is not surprising that the mountains have been raging recently. When I thought of what my mother said about being in distress, opening the umbrella, I pulled the long umbrella out of a long, black barrel, and the ink umbrella was full of sculpted sculptures, which made my eyes tumult.
I jumped off the wagon, and the bandits looked at my umbrella, and they all stayed. Several bold and bloody young people want to come forward, and whenever they come near my black umbrella, their limbs are stiff, they can’t move, they twitch and they suffer.
Don’t move! I’m sorry.
The head of the bandits.
“It’s the family’s black umbrella. A little closer, you’re going to feed a pig dog with a piece of dirt! I’m sorry.
And I see the faces of the bandits are bitter, and they’re so desperate that they close their umbrellas. Even so, there are a few who are weak. And then I had to put the black umbrella in the long barrel, and those men recovered.
The head came down and laughed at me and made me uncomfortable.
“The young master of Cheng, there are reports of a lot of corruption in the city, and what is going on there? I’m sorry.
We said, “He heard that the Emperor is looking for a man of the world, a man of the right hand. I went there to ask for a life. I’m sorry.
“My young master, the family needs a life. “The head said he saw me in the face, and went up to the mountain.
It’s just that guy, he took a fine look at my left sleeve.
Surely he found out that I had no left hand, nor was I too careful. It’s just that I’m beginning to find that with only one hand, there’s a lot of technical problems. It’s probably a problem if the bandits want to do something on it.
When the bandits left, the driver suddenly flipped off and started laughing.
It’s a small, handsome girl.
In fact, ever since my father slashed my eyes, my eyes have been so sharp that I can’t think straight. I saw her face through her veil earlier than I said.
“I didn’t think I was a girl, little boy. I’m sorry.
I smiled and noded and said, “No. I’m sorry.
“If you don’t, I’ll put down all those dozens of them.” I’m sorry.
And I smiled, and I said, “Well, I’m sure of it.” I’m sorry.
I just wanted to see when she could get into the subject and satisfy her curiosity.
“Hey, boy, your umbrella’s interesting. Can I see it? I’m sorry.
Her name is Ming Chau, and she claims to be the best painter of martial arts, the best artist of the painter.
She dressed up to fight the bandits for success. It’s hard to imagine a girl with a mind full of dreams willing to be a court painter. But that’s what happened, like I was the one who hated protocol the most, and wanted to get into a place like the Royals.
The family is well known, but mostly folk legends are far from the truth. So she heard I was a Cheng family member and thought I was an exaggerator. But when I talk about art, she’s surprised.
And when I spin her left arm like an axle, she almost fainted.
We said, “What is this? I can put my arms on you if I want.” It’s just that I have one hand, which is inconvenient, and that my father banned me from doing so. I’m sorry.
She was quite interested in my left hand, because the privates said that the family had gifted hands, but there was only one with me.
I can’t answer that question.
I was 16 years old and I’ve had a long time. The presence of such a palate is a small number of things that can alleviate anxiety.
It’s just a question from time to time that often makes me laugh.
“Cheng Seon, can you make me beautiful? I’m very excited to ask.
I said, “Yes, I can.” But you’re pretty. And to make people look better is to test the experience of a human being.
And I only have one hand.
“Well, I won’t be hard on a kid like you. “Show your hand, with your face full of intent.
“I was wondering if I could steal a beam for another man to become the Emperor’s body and face. That’s it?”
We walked on the road for days and stayed at the palace inn for two days.
And she was not afraid of me, not only, but also of the pious, even the insolent. I’ve always provoked me to open my umbrella, and I’ve refused.
I said, draw for me. Well done, I’ll open your umbrella.
She laughed for a moment and couldn’t stop.
And when he drew the colours, he said unto me: Ye may make men, women and children, and be fat and fat. And it shall not be like you. I’m sorry.
And We said: I love this face and my body, and I will not change. Besides, it’s not me. I’m sorry.
“Isn’t this a picture of you? “It’s a bit confusing.
“Of course not. I want to do something like myself. I want your painting, I want to see you. I’m sorry.
The bright face is red.
She was silent, and she drew a picture for herself.
I didn’t get it. People can make paintings, but they can’t.
“Like, really too much. “I can’t help but look at the painting and wonder.
“I draw myself. It’s hard to imagine. I’m sorry.
I know that this modesty cannot stand. For painters, drawing other people can be seen on their heads, and it would be easier, of course, for a man to act in a demented manner if he were to cooperate. And it’s just a white paper that paints itself out of your head. And when it’s bright, it’s like a copper mirror.
Maybe I’ve seen too little, but in my eyes, such painters say they’re never worth it.
And that which I have never seen before when I paint in plain colour. I couldn’t help but compliment her, and she finally got shy and left.
I said, “Do you have any other paintings?” I’m sorry.
She nodded her head and pulled a dozen drawings out of the trunk she was wearing. Of these, the flower birds, the grass, the men, the women and the children, the chickens and the sheep, are all alive and alive, and are nuanced in their bones. They are nothing but mountains, buildings, stones, clouds and clear skies, but they are thin and empty, far from the former painters.
I asked, “Why do you paint the living things, but the others are so pale?” I’m sorry.
Akane didn’t answer me, just smile.
When we left from the inn, the master of the cupboard said to us, “Now the city is in a state of instability, and it hears of the presence of the wicked, causing panic.” I’m sorry.
And I asked, “What evil man? I’m sorry.
“The family! I’m sorry.
After he said that, he couldn’t stop staring at me.
I’m asking back.
“That’s right, that’s right. “The boss said here, “Crowd and shiver, sound and wave my hand closer.” He whispered: “There is now a great evil in the town, looking for a strong young man and a handsome girl, who will be a model.” I’m sorry.
“What is a human model? I’m sorry.
“You don’t know, little girl, the family can beat a man to pieces, and the skin, the flesh and the bones are clearly divided. Good heart and heart, all of them for the high court; pretty girls’ skins, all for the concubines in the palace. You’ve got to be careful. I’m sorry.
And when we came out of the inn, I said, “If I should find this evil man, I will serve him with the ancient punishment of the family of Cheng.” Take his head off and keep him alive. And to his tongue, that he may not live and die. I’m sorry.
I saw a white face, and I smiled: “I only listened to my father.” The ancient punishment, which was used to deal with people who had violated family rules, has not been known for many years. And the family of the Qur’an will not return, and the severe punishment will be abandoned. I’m sorry.
We’ve been gone for a long time and we’ve been relatively quiet. She stopped talking and made me feel less comfortable. We’ll split up when we get to a secluded road and down.
“Remember what I said? I’m afraid you’re too clever to go to the palace and become a physical prick. Even if they don’t get rid of you, they’ll use you. I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid I’ll do something bad?” I’m sorry.
“You’re white, I’m afraid I’ll be dyed and made to paint demons on it. I’m sorry.
“Where’s the woman? You look like a weak woman again. “I had to avoid her words this way.
She turned back, and it turned out to be the same.
“Son, there’s no such thing as a woman anymore. Do yourself a favor, ha ha. “And when I turned around, she put one on my shoulder, and she said, “Don’t forget, I painted you the other day, you promised me an umbrella, you want to turn back? I’m sorry.
And We shook our heads: “Where is the promise of the Ming-Man, I will not repent. It’s just that the umbrella is so big that it can’t spread in that room. When you step away, I’ll open the umbrella. I’m sorry.
When Myung Chai was four feet away from me, I cried, “Don’t do it, don’t go away.” I’m sorry.
“My mother, I’m not afraid of anything. I’m sorry.
I opened the black umbrella, and Guo’s tattoo covered my sight.
“Okay? I asked.
No answer.
When I closed the umbrella, Ming Chai ran away. I know she’s a martial arts man, light as a dragonflies on this trail. But I saw her running and crying at the end of the road.
I was just wondering why she cried.
When I was 16 years old, I lacked some responsibility and responsibility and thought very little. So I didn’t care too much why my mother cried so sadly and why she left. Even for a moment, time was quickly diluted.
Then I went to the inner city of the capital for a day, after a split. I was surprised on the way and almost called out at a time — this girl, isn’t it?
I shook my head and decided to put those thoughts behind my head. I was thinking about entering the palace, and I was just trying to find the evil man of the family — if there is evil in the city, there must be great evil in the palace. As if there is evil in the heavens, and surely there is great evil in those above.
The inner city was near, and there was a small gate where I entered the palace, and from a distance I saw only a few guards dressed in armor.
The chief guard put the knife on the table, measured me up and down, and looked at the position of my left hand, shaking my head, saying, “What will you order if you live with a cripple?” I’m sorry.
And I bowed in deep bowing: “Soldier, my brother is a little twirled in martial arts, and he hunts only the left side. I’m sorry.
After that, they laughed.
I had to put my right hand softly on the forehead of the head and say, “No, no, no. I’m sorry.
The man’s eyes fell deep, and empty eyes were like dry wells.
And those who panic and growl with knives, and those who fall down on the ground, and those who are pale.
As soon as I left my hand, he returned to normal, but he couldn’t stop breathing, sweating, inverting, as if he had lost his soul.
And I bowed again and said: “Call yourselves, gentlemen. I’m sorry.
The leader’s tremor gave me a black-iron card, saying, “When you get in, look for Chief Wang.” He’ll settle you down. He looked at me in a state of panic, and his eyes were locked behind my back.
I thank you for coming into town. It’s just a fall wind, and I’m in shape, like a wind. A crowd of guards, watching far away, no one dares to step forward.
By the wicked, to deter.
When I met Chief Wang, I heard him reprimanding his maid.
“Let’s work like this again, and be careful and punish you with the waste! I’m sorry.
The waiter was in shock, scared, slapping herself on her knees. Master Wang saw me, raised the maid in one hand and whispered like that.
“Come with me, my lord, and we will not be far away.” I’m sorry.
I smiled, and I left with the maid for a while, and then I was like, “Sister, I wonder what the hell’s going on with that? I’m sorry.
The maid was afraid and watched me step back and said: “O my lord, there are not only losers, but demons. I’m sorry.
“I’m just asking, it’s not his intention. I’m sorry.
The maid looked around and whispered to me: “What an old man with one eye, a witch with four legs, a child without mouth.” Several sisters went inside to clean up a few days ago and were unconscious for two or three days. I’m sorry.
I’m not surprised, but I’m in the middle of something. These so-called demons, they all sound like family pens. Humans can fix people, and nature can hurt people. My guess is that everyone in this city should be in this palace.
“Does the sister know how to get out of here?” I’m sorry.
The maid is in a bad mood: “The slave handman is afraid to speak.” I’m sorry.
We said, “I am not in trouble with my sister. There’s no such aberrant people in the world, and it’s probably just strange and ugly to be seen and blackmailed. Sister doesn’t have to worry. I’m sorry.
She nods her head: “It is also the wish of her servant.” I’m sorry.
She sent me to a different place and left. And I saw her go, and her index finger swept on the right eye, and a single eye fell into my hand, and it was as warm as a jade. And We cast it down to the sky with our right eyes closed.
My vision rose with my eyes. The heavens and the earth are wide, and the likes of them are large, and they are filled with eyes. And the palaces, and the trees, and the pedestrians of this inner city are within the limits of my amazing sight.
I see. I’ve been able to figure out where this useless habitat is.
We caught the eye of the fall, and it was smooth, and I almost missed it. Fortunately, there are no people around, or they’ll be scared to death.
And speaking of this vast and obscurantistic technique, it’s a product of the heat in my head. In practice, conditions are more demanding. On the other hand, the eyes must be sufficiently sharp, otherwise they may not be visible even at the height. The second is the occasional failure to reach the eye, and although the eye of a human being will not be broken, it may not be found.
Finally, I stood in front of a different house for a long time, with eyes.
There is a rule for exotics: they are not allowed to be seen with other Inhumans. Every day, when you walk out of your house, you have to wear the bellows and veils attached to the palace. In my eyes, we can see the faces of others, but we are not allowed to talk, nor to deliver.
After three days, there was a lot of doubt. They are used as hospitality for foreigners, but they are not allowed to see each other, nor are they commanded to say what they say, and they are scattered day and night, more like prison than hospitality. And after a few days of frenziedness, and one night We snuck out of the camp, to meet the devil in the maid’s mouth, according to the way which is in his heart.
If the maid says it’s true, there may be a demon. And the greatest devil is man.
I’m wearing a veil, putting black umbrellas in the night. The cold moon is silent, silent as a grave, with only footsteps echoing. There is only a shadow in front of them when they are near the dead.
A living thing. He’s like a horse, he’s all around, he’s slow. But I’ve never seen a horse like that, but I have to look closer. But I didn’t think it was human.
It was an old man whose arms had been replaced with twisted legs and whose mouth had been smooth. The body can only lie on the ground, the neck is so stiff that it can’t look up, and naturally it can’t see the moon.
He finally realized that someone was close and that he could not make a sound and could only groan in his nasal cavity, with his gruesome eyes full of horrors, and his body unstoppable.
And I trembled in my heart, and put a little black umbrella on the ground, and said, “Do not fear the elderly.” I’m not mean. I’m sorry.
It is clear that it is difficult for the old to trust people or to retreat. I crouched down, and my head was down deep, and I said, “It’s not good for me. I’m sorry.
I put my right hand down on the back of the old man’s neck, and touched him under his nose.
We said, “Now you can look up and speak. I’m sorry.
The old people are shocked and glad, with tears in their eyes. He shivered and wanted to look up. It’s just that I’ve opened a new mouth for him, and he hasn’t spoken for a long time.
Just one sentence, the old man coughed up.
And We photographed the back of those who were old, and touched their right hand against their backs, saying, “Do not speak too quickly.” I’ve spoken to you, but most of your throat has been damaged, and you’re not able to speak. I’ll just ask you a few questions, nod your head, no shake your head. I’m sorry.
I have just touched the bones of the old man and found that not only were the limbs and limbs of the limbs, but also the limbs of the mouth, the various organs of the body, the veins and the bones of the necks had been disarrayd. Indeed, he is in great distress, and it is worse than death. Such methods of torture are not only artificial, but also cruel and skilled.
To such an extent, I can no longer do anything I want to do, but to increase its suffering. Even if the father were here, he might not be able to fix the old man. And the craftsmen, though they may fix men, cannot perfect them all.
We asked, “Is it the people of the palace who made you like this?” I’m sorry.
He nodded his head.
“Have you seen his face? I’m sorry.
He shakes his head.
“Have you been like this for five years? I’m sorry.
He nodded his head and whispered, “Seven.” I’m sorry.
When I saw him in pain, I looked back at his nightmares, and I couldn’t bear to ask again, but I said, “Did the elderly come out to see the moon?” I’m sorry.
He nodded his head.
And We raised up the black umbrella, and asked: “What is your wish? Say with me. I’m sorry.
The old man laughed and cried in two rows, saying, “To die.” I’m sorry.
I have guessed his vision and stood by the old and opened the umbrella. In the moonlight, the sculpture of the old man under the black umbrella turns into a slurry of flesh, and then a moment of blood spreads, and turns into a red mist, such as the thawing of the sun, attached to the umbrella.
And he is born with no joy, except death seeking joy.
And I turned my head, and I was rushing to close the umbrella, and the waiter, who had watched for so long, couldn’t help but scream.
This is the maid who brought me the way. I asked her, “Sister, how long have you seen it? I’m sorry.
“The slave’s servant knows wrong, the slave’s servant has done it, and begs His Lordship to forgive me…” She kneels down to give me a bow. And I helped her up: “This sister, I think you’re not going to sleep and wander around here, and I’m not so sure about this useless habitat.” I just wanted to ask you, who was that old man? I’m sorry.
“The servant doesn’t know. She said she started to cry and cried too hard.
“I don’t hurt you. I said, “I put my hand on her shoulder, I worked softly, I thought her shoulder bones were different and her right arm was soft.” She’s in a hurry to get out of my hands, and she’s gonna do it again.
Her eyes were on my umbrella, probably afraid of my black umbrella. I turned my umbrella around and said, “Is there anything wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
She shakes her head and gets more and more scared.
And I wrinkled my eyebrow, but I said not but: I don’t ask, and it’s not hard for you. I’m just asking your name. Can you tell me? I’m sorry.
She nodded and finally stood up and said, “The little woman has a name that is sweet.” I’m sorry.
Not to mention, I can guess three points. She hides, her heart is weak and she wants to stop, and she surely knows something strange about the palace. It’s just that she’s scared and she’s hiding something. I’m sure she won’t talk about what she saw. That’s why I never asked her again.
I was afraid of something and returned to my place.
After that, the guard at our door was increased by six or seven. But I still believe that this has nothing to do with being gentle, otherwise I would not have ended up like this. If the Koreans hear that I have a black umbrella that leaves no trace of murder, even if I am not a traitor, it will not last.
I can’t find any oversight oversights this time, and I’ve been under house arrest for more than half a month.
In the night, I lay on the bed, and I thought, “The sea is full of terror, and I have no sleep.” I sat up and I was ready to open the window, but I saw someone crouching outside.
Through the gap between the windows, I guessed the guests.
How did you get here? Say, let her in.
It’s full of blood and a very deep knife wound on its shoulder. And she jumped from the stage and photographed the dust on her body, saying, “There is a beautiful waitress who tells me that you are here.” I’m sorry.
I groaned and shook my head: “I asked the guard at the door, how did you get in and hide from them?” I’m sorry.
And she replied with no heart: “I say I am a royal painter, and I come in for a walk. They don’t listen. I had to jump on the roof. I didn’t think there were three more with knives on the roof. I’m sorry.
She’s understated, but I can’t help it. My right hand softened her collarbone, right shoulder, right elbow, and said, “Slashed, stabbed twice.” One fracture, two fractures, almost broken right arm. More serious, I can’t fix you. Even now, it takes a while to fix it. I’m sorry.
She had to lean against the wall. She drew a few drawings from her waist: “I’m fine. I came to bring you some drawings. I’m sorry.
I’ve only got two eyes, a palanquin, a chair, a vase. They’re all ordinary things in the palace.
But looking at it makes me feel different.
“Wait, Ming Chau, you drew all this? I’m sorry.
“Of course. Her voice is a little dry.
“When did you paint the dead so well? I’m sorry.
She didn’t answer, so I realized that the color was white and the lips were blue and in the corner.
It’s getting late, it’s getting dark.
She’s hurt worse than I thought, even with pain and bones and a slight silt. It took me three hours to fix her. I fell down on the bed.
I dreamt of white white and white willows flying in front of me like luminous. I heard the bright colours sing by my side and sing the tune I have never heard. It is as wept, but it is with it a few pieces. Her voice is simple and true, and she sings:
He has wisdom, he has confusion, and He knows with Us.
The sun, the sun, and the earth and the earth.
No good, no evil, save cause and consequence.
The Holy One, the Holy One, let others say.
What’s this song? What’s the word?
And at the end of the day, all I could think about was the last of the words, “a thousand saints, a thousand devils, let others say.” Intoxicated, but woke up.
When I woke up, I sat by the bed. I’d really like to ask her why she cried after that day, even more about the song of the dream. But I didn’t ask for an exit.
She asked, “How are you holding up?” I’m sorry.
We said: Surely I will be able, and this is the end. Let me tell you something big. I hope you don’t blame me. I’m sorry.
She said, “Look, I will hear it first. I’m sorry.
We pointed to the cupboard and said: “The guard was wounded and the palace was heavily guarded, and I was searched. I took you apart to hide you in the closet. I’m sorry.
“Down?”
“is to break into pieces, to pile them up. You don’t have to know it, but I don’t think I should keep it from you, and…
She was speechless and unable to speak.
And he touched it down on him, and pointed at me, and We made her whisper.
“You touched me all over!” I’m sorry.
I did not think that she would look at it and laugh at it: “This is the second of all, except that I feel that it is wrong to break people apart. And it’s not like you’re still wearing clothes…”
“I think it’s interesting. I’m sorry.
“It’s not a funny thing, kosher. I shake my head and say, “Father once said that there were ancient men in the human being who had taken refuge and had taken their own blood and bones to hide. Although eventually restored to others, the state after which they could not be detached ended in depression. I’m sorry.
She apparently failed to listen to me.
I picked up the scroll and said, “Then say something big.” What are these paintings from? I’m sorry.
“It was I who drew, and I became a painter of the palace, and I drew some of it. I’m sorry.
“But you can’t draw dead. I’m sorry.
She jumped out of bed and laughed, “So those are living things.” I’m sorry.
I can’t help it.
“You mean, these were people? I asked.
“It’s people, and they’re still alive. I’m sorry.
“It is unlikely that it would be very difficult to empty objects, soften them with a human being ‘ s technique, or skin them, place them in an object, bring them together, and even if they do, they will not last much longer. I’m sorry.
“Then look at this. “The bright colours draw out a wrinkled parchment from the sleeves with a man on it. It’s the old man who went into the umbrella that night.
I said, “You’ve seen this old man too?” I’m sorry.
She said, “I saw one at night. It’s too short a time to draw a general. I asked a maid about this paper, and she said that the old man was going to be a chair, but he was too poor to be considered a loser. I’m sorry.
I’m half speechless. What kind of man would make a model, make a chair, and make a mess? That’s against the law. How many people I’ve seen in this palace and how many people I can’t recognize? The evil that I may touch may be a river, and the evil that I have not seen may be a great one.
There’s a fire burning in the heart and it’s burning.
And I thought for a moment, “Is this the maid you’ve been talking about? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know.” When I became a painter, the maid came to give me paper ink. I asked her if she had seen a man with a long back and a slightly weak back. She said you were here. And I showed her the image of the old man, and she told me it was a dead man’s chair. I’m sorry.
Now I have an idea. The maid I’ve seen must be gentle. But Wen Liang refused to tell me everything she knew, but he wanted to tell me everything. If she should say that she has faith, she will not be able to see the light, nor will she be able to tell the truth. It might make sense if she asked for something else, like a painting. It’s so beautiful and terrible because it paints living things.
And when I thought of it, I cleaned out the scrolls scattered in my bed and asked the question, “What reason do you draw only living things?” I’m sorry.
“If I ask why your umbrella is so beautiful, do you have a reason? I’m sorry.
Is this about her unusual pen? I haven’t been able to figure it out yet, but I see her looking at me with a bit of surprise, hiding a little bit of laughter in her eyes, just hanging on her face and playing with me.
It was only then that I realized that I’d risked my life to see me and kept me alive for another day, and I didn’t give her a single word of concern.
Tonight, we’re going to waste again.
Let’s at least get it straight and clear until I’m safe.
When I put forward this verdict, I was impressed by the fact that I looked weak and had no idea I was still in the mood.
I said, “Where can my heart live?”
I don’t lie to myself, I understand. This world is home to home. I’m just a piece of rubble, a piece of mud, a piece of chess. I tried to get to the bottom of this pool, but at best it was dead. How many evils in the world I can’t reach. But all that is in this palace, let it be, will one day burn me and the light as ashes.
Ugly times, I get up.
“Ugly times are when the guards are changing, and there’s only one person on the roof. After the meeting, if my blood is on the skin of the guard, it’ll make him go back and forth, and I’ll get out. I told her so.
Vimeo is an easy man to be persuaded and persuaded, at least for now. I told her some funny stories about her childhood, and if I hadn’t covered her mouth, she would have laughed to bring the guards from the palace.
And I’m back in my head, thinking I haven’t talked like that in a long time. I’ve forgotten what I’m doing and what I’m begging for. And what is it that stands for that which is made of man and that which is made of man and that which is made of man? Thousands of good and evil, and how many things? I don’t want to.
What I think is a half-hour, half-hour. Even the next breath, the blood, the blades.
She also told me what she saw when she first entered the river and how many people she had drawn on horseback. She was robbed of silver by a bandit, but she didn’t forget to paint. She said she had been hungry for three days and three nights and saw the food at the inn almost missed the chopsticks.
She said that there was an heirloom or something.
“Whereever there is, there is nothing but a saying of good heart, good man.” And what is the ancient teachings of the Unseen and the Unseen, that We may come to any of the people of old? I answered.
“I can make up a few words of the ancient teachings, such as that which is incompetent, but what is the way of nature, the heavens and the earth, and the old sayings of the hearts of men, both good and evil?” I’m sorry.
Yes, it is. I did not dispute it, but followed her and said, “Men-man, you are right.” Too bad you’re not ancient, so you’re only talking about “this training” and how many people would listen? “And I have heard the sound of small steps on the roof, and that’s where the bodyguards meet.
Ugly time, dark clouds for the moon. This is no longer available.
And We made Our eyes clear, and she understood. I reached out to my right hand and dropped a few drops of dark red blood so that Ming would go on with the skin. And when they come out of the window of light, and they are in good shape, they hear only three light steps from the roof, and they return to silence.
“Come on up!” She looked for the rest of her body and waved at me.
I’m an incompetent, incompetent man, and I’m too soft to roll up and down on the roof, and I’m not as good as I am, and I’m taking a lot of work to get out of here.
I said, “You’ve just been asked to take the knife.” If anything happens to you this time, the first thing you do is cut off my black umbrella and then poke my right hand through. I’m sorry.
And he looked at me in the dark and dark, and said, “You are so good, so you are so precious, but you are not the only one in heaven.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “You must have seen something much more interesting. I’m sorry.
Then she ran away and said, “Go, it will be dawn soon.” “When will you wear it?”
Is it a dress or a boot? I thought she had something in her pen, so I made her paint the living. Is there another reason? And I recall repeatedly that the garments passed through were neither too beautiful nor of extraordinary utility, so that they were those which I had not seen before.
I didn’t ask again. I ran with her to the junkyard. I pulled the bright side to the side of the door.
I’m in her ear. Someone’s coming out. A lot of people.
Late autumn.
Then we both heard the noises, the noises, the confusion.
“The remaining 97 are brought to the back. I’m sorry.
“Why are you following me? This isn’t your place to be. Go back to your bedroom and sleep. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you guys move that flesh and blood. It’s all over there. I’m sorry.
The speech lasted only a moment, and the sand was dragged.
Then I heard the tremors of the twigs, as if the branches of trees had climbed from the ground.
We stayed still for a while. Until death.
The door was still open, but the night was too dark and the surrounding scenery was covered in ink.
It’s an empty compound where the house is demolished.
“It’s too dark. I can see the scenery inside. You don’t really see it. * I’m stopping the chorus that’s coming up.
“What are you stopping me for? I’ll protect you. Look, is there anything in here? I’m sorry.
I said I could only see the bricks.
“It’s not right. There’s footprints on the bricks, and there’s traces of towed objects. People and things here have been moved, just now. “I’m locked in my head, and I try to look where I can see, and see every missing detail.
She’s very upset, and she’s filled with all her emotions, and it spills out. She walked forward and said, “There’s something under this brick. You have to see it. I’m sorry.
I pressed my right hand on the ground, and I wiped it all the way down the crack of the brick. I’m not sure I can speak.
“There’s flesh under the bricks and blood under the veins. There’s big things in the ground, and there’s thousands of bones on it… ..and I’m touching it, and I’m taking it in my heart.
Impossible, impossible. This is the ground where flesh and blood grow with the earth, and human organs become like roots buried deep in the ground, and the bones are like the leaves of the earth.
Clement went to the middle of the compound, standing in front of the dirt pile. She can’t move, like she can’t talk.
Cheong-sun! The earth’s pile…’ She’s not finished yet, and she hears the tremors of the twilight. There is something restless in the earth, to break out.
I finally woke up, but I couldn’t keep up with the pain.
“Hands! Arms under the ground! “The words are still missing, and the bricks are being pryed, and they make a dreary bang. Countless arms are connected and erroneously come out of the ground. They grow indiscriminately, and they catch me dead from every brick, and from every stone, and from every stone, they catch me dead and the bright. I was pulled 10 steps away from her, and those hands came across my legs, waist and shoulder.
I was pulled back by a force, and then I was grabbed by more hands, like chained to countless chains, then torn to pieces.
My right hand is hand in hand, and then my arms are cut off, and I cut them off like wax, and I shrunk back.
“Smart! Don’t make it hard. There’s blood in this hand. Those hands are skeletal. “I ran over to save the beauty, but found her right arm locked to the death of dozens of her hands, and she was still struggling with her waist.
Like a snake.
If I’m late again, I’m afraid I’ll become an empty bag. So I cut her from the top to the bottom, cut her through those broken arms, her long hair behind her, her right arm, and then left her by the ankle of her right foot.
Like a knife to pieces.
I finally took her out, and I carried her on my back, and she didn’t feel well on my shoulder. I ran, looked at her body, and it was cold.
How many men made of the thousands? How much man-made blood did it take to make it happen? I can’t think.
How many lives have been buried, how many bones have been buried, how many flesh and blood have been rotted and how many souls have gone. I can’t think.
All I can think about is how much Mingcai was hurt.
She’s estimated to have lost 30% of her bones and 40% of her blood. And We gave her some of my blood except that she said on my back: “Fine, have you heard the word of the clouds?” I’m sorry.
I stopped, and I did not know how to answer her, but I shook my head and said, “No. I’m sorry.
Her voice was about to lose its hearing, and she said, “One day, I will sing to you, so that you may speak well. I’m sorry.
Her bones are soaking and her blood is unstable. And where the evil man has taken him, he is soft as a muddy. I feel like she’s going to melt like wax.
I said, “Listen, I’ll fix you.” I’m the only heir to the family, the first man in the world. I’ve fixed everything. I’m sorry.
I said I’m Cheng-sung with a black umbrella. They’re afraid of me. You’re the only one not afraid of me, so you have nothing to fear.
She’s just laughing, but she can’t even answer.
I couldn’t catch my breath. To the corner, put the light on the floor.
This may be the back of the palace, perhaps the back of the bed. I couldn’t care less where I was, and I was shaking in my arms and strangling like a baby.
Read the letter, I think. I’ve kept this letter for so long that I wonder what it says. But in any case, there is no difference between life and death. “To what? I’m not sure I’ll ever get away with it. Who else will read the letter and who will read it?
And then, just a piece of paper.
I flipped over that long barrel and found an envelope. When it was opened, a hairline, a letterhead. The letterheads are slightly yellow, fine as sheep’s fat, and they contain dark red marks of the plume.
My hands are shaking and I’m afraid I can’t even recognize that word. And at the same time I felt the brightness of my breath was weakening, and I pressed it between her cheekbones.
I’m sure she’s lost her veins.
I suddenly felt my chest sore, and I had to take a breath. Why should a man die in front of himself when he is a human being?
And almost I will bite the roots of my teeth, and my heart will be determined: five fingers will be pressed behind her back, and it will be put in the right place of the heart. In the moment, I sensed the artery of her body.
She can’t bleed anymore, so let me do it for her. As long as I am still alive, there is no reason to die.
And We drew the letterheads with a broken arm, and with my heart’s veins the blood flowed brightly, so that it would remain bright in the east.
At dawn, the drums of the ascendings and the morning sun are filled with the inner city. The king of the kingdom rises.
There was a commotion around them: the maids, the eunuchs, and the multitudes were joined together in their footsteps, as if the evil beast of the capital were rubbing in the eyes of their sleep, and smitten with a debt. They should see us soon.
It may be the Emperor’s wish today, the eunuch of the Abbey, or just the minor and the maid, or the woman who is called the gentle. But it doesn’t make much difference to me.
I was sitting around like a dead wood, crying.
After I read the letter, I was relieved. My hatred, my anger and my malice are buried in the depths. I didn’t even think about it. I just wanted to plan for the future. And I wrapped all those thorny and dangerous thoughts in a smooth, smug face.
But where it is planned and what it will be, it is not clear. To save me, to save the light, what to do, it’s all pending. And when I choose, it is only a bet, and it is all I have.
I looked up and saw two ordinary waitresses coming at me with a suspicious face. I haven’t seen them, I’ve seen them, I’ve forgotten them all.
Because I’ve been supporting two men all night, and it’s now the end of the crossbow. I’m very reluctant to stand still, let alone walk. And it was only half a day before I said against the wall: “Can I help you two sisters to show the way?” I’m sorry.
They took a look at me and laughed in secret, saying, “You’re full of silver silk and you call us sisters.” I’m sorry.
I tried to laugh, and I said, “Well, that’s a small thing. Just a little wondering how to meet Chief Wang. I’m sorry.
One of them saw me in a precarious state and came to help me. She said, “Look at your dress and your back, you must be from different places.” Now you can’t see Chief Wang. He should walk with the Emperor. The Inhuman is not allowed to enter his bed by the rules. If you are seen, you will suffer. I’m sorry.
I shook my head and said, “The sister of Lou is worried. You just give me a way out, and I’ll do it again. I’m sorry.
Another waitress pulled her skirt. She hesitated for a moment and pointed in a direction, saying, “I was born with you, but there is an emergency in your sight, so tell you.” Go that way to the intersection, and then to the right, and you’ll see the sign.”
And her eyes were on the bright spot behind me, and she said: This girl, I have seen. I’m sorry.
And We took up the plain colours, and said, “She has the waistplate, and she is a painter in the palace.” Do you recognize a sister named Wen Liang? I’m sorry.
And they nodded their heads, and the waiter before them said: Yes! She is well known and well known and well known to us. I’m sorry.
We said, ‘Then ask my sisters to take my place, and take the girl to her place.’ She’s just got a major illness, a low blood condition, and she needs someone to take care of. Sister Wen should look after her. I’m sorry.
The maid saw the white and white color and took it without hesitation. When she reached her hand, she wrinkled her eyebrow and said, “How is this girl so light?” Even I can hold like a willow. I’m sorry.
And I said, “This girl is born with weak bones, and she is ill and light.” I’m sorry.
They met and whispered. I didn’t listen. Something about my whereabouts and my whereabouts. But the two men finally returned to their hearts, saying, “I see you look bad, you’re shaky, and you’re probably not feeling well. If you can’t walk, you don’t have to have to. I’m sorry.
I turned away and waved, “Thank you both for your kindness.” I go one way, and there’s not much going back. I’m sorry.
The two of them have gone far, and I’m still thinking about how unusual the waitress was: When she picked up the colour from me, my right hand touched her finger. The three fingerbones she’s referring to are probably all hollow. If someone were to hold her hands so hard, her hands would have become bones and gravy.
The maid should not know, but I do not want to tell. ‘Cause it’s easy, it’s hard. And I can’t fix her in my current state. If she is told so quickly, she can only be frightened and frightened.
Actually, since last night, I’ve been running out of blood, and half of it’s cold.
I tried to fix myself with my right hand, and I thought about how to meet Director Wang and what to say. I also want those who are in debt, and who are in debt, to be paid.
So I have to live.
It is important not only to live, but also to live for what is said in the letter.
I think, if you can see Director Wang, why don’t you see the Crown Prince? If I have only these chips and I don’t have much to lose, why don’t you play bigger?
In conclusion, I think it would be better to see the Emperor as he should.
I’ve only seen pictures of them when I was a kid. The only impression he gave me was the poem he wrote: “The world should be as it should be.” It was reported that for several years, even the Spring Union had both sentences.
And when he was too far from Us, as to whether he was embedded in the sky or buried in the yellow, and I had nothing to do with it. It makes no sense to me whether to be brutal or wise. I do not care about his world, nor will he care about my people. If I said I was going to see him one day, it would be unreasonable, out of line and unrealistic.
I never thought one day I’d stand in front of him with a black umbrella.
But I’m still going because I still have half the blood, and I’m still warm.
There are too many situations that prevent me from meeting the expectations. The guards found out that other, less gentle, waitresses found out that they should even have left, etc.
I opened my umbrella to 20 percent, thinking of all the worst. But I never met.
I met just a little eunuch, blocking the back garden door.
I said, “Go inside, tell whoever you want to talk to, say there’s someone in the family, with a black umbrella, with a long barrel.”
The little eunuch was very good. He ran into the yard. I think he promised to be as happy as he waited for me.
Then, after a while, the young eunuch waved, and said, “Come on in.” The Emperor is waiting for you inside. I’m sorry.
I haven’t felt it in a while, and I’m a little confused. It’s too smooth, it’s not real, it’s like a floating illusion.
I walked a dozen steps, and I saw a man in a tiara sitting behind a tree of cinnamon. And I said, “You should do it.” I’m sorry.
And when We were struck, We said, “He is only a shell, and I will do so.” I’m sorry.
Turning back, I saw a man who looked nice and kind, and was not as cold as that on a scroll.
He sat down, took a look at me with interest, then suggested I sit. He said, ‘Do you not understand the manners when you see the heaven on his knees, and you do not bow down?’ I’m sorry.
“You waited for me to come to you to hear a word from the grassmen before the Emperor? When I said that, my eyes gently swept his left hand.
You should hear it and laugh, and then slap me on the shoulder and say a few words. He was a young man, but he laughed like a teenager.
And say: When thou camest into the gate, the guard took heed of thy black. I think you’ve been in this palace for a long time. I’m sorry.
“Shall I exaggerate that the Emperor is a god? I’m sorry.
And he shook his head and said, “I do not want to hear it.” I hear that you have great talent, and it is rare for you to be able to lose your guard by one hand when you are sixteen. I want you to work with me. I’m sorry.
And I raised my head, and looked at a guacamole of late and late autumn, and said, “The Emperor is a heavenly son.” It’s a lot of work for me. I’m sorry.
He said, ‘You are young, and you do not want to do anything, nor do you understand.’ You should go through some. I’m sorry.
I’d like to ask him whether he knows all the evils in the palace. I would also like to ask what he did that day. I want to know everything, anything. But I know it’s not the right day. I should know as well as I know, but I know nothing about him. Besides, he has the whole world. I only have one life, one umbrella.
“The grassmen know. I’ll do my best. I’m sorry.
It should be said, “You have anything to ask, just mention it. Anything in the palace won’t hurt you. I’m sorry.
I slowly raised the curtains, and there was no emotion in my eyes, as if I were dead, and I said, “Give me a bed and let me sleep.” Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m sorry.
It should be said that he went to his study at the end of the day. I’m happy to respond. After leaving the garden, I did not really go to the new house I had arranged for, but I went to the warmth with a long barrel.
When I saw what I was supposed to do, I seemed like I was in power. The maid of the courtesan, be courteous. Six House Guards, no escape. I say in every word that I would like to meet a maid, who is called the gentle one, who is all smiling and coming up to introduce the way. I was so upset that I took a lot of work to see her.
He looked at me and left me an empty spot at the tea table.
I guess it’s my eyes. She’s younger than she used to be. She’s not as scared as I was. She saluted me and said, “My lord, have you met the Emperor?” I’m sorry.
I nod my head: “Yes. His Majesty is a gentle and gentle king of the land. I’d like to ask, have you met a painter named Ming Chai? I’m sorry.
And she asked, “The painter was entrusted to me by an adult, and I shall pay more attention.” It’s just that there’s no one in this palace to quit. I’m not sure I can keep the girl. I’m sorry.
My heart shrunk, and my heart hurts.
We said, “Can’t you save your sister?” Senior, I pressed your shoulder that day, and your shoulder was just fixed, and your arm was new, and the hysteria was so slow that it was supposed to be a very old-fashioned man. I’m afraid I’m far from you. I’m sorry.
She said, “Where? And I am not as good as you when you say it when you have the talent and you have suffered from your youth. If I had a long-term vision, I’d have done just fine. The girl can be saved, but in the eyes of a man, as in the eyes of a carpenter, is an object and an instrument. What is the living and what is the living are vain words. There’s always someone in the palace who wants the girl’s skin. I’m sorry.
I’m holding, half-tongue. Feels like something’s holding on to your chest.
A chill.
And We covered the cup of tea in my hand, and my right hand did not tremble, and turned to my head, and said, “You have no knowledge of the evil of the palace.” Are you sure you don’t want to get involved?”
She said four words first.
“Young. I’m sorry.
And he said, “What is the evil you have seen? We have seen a man’s head sank down his shoulder, so that his eyes are digested by his own bowels, and a man’s tongue is placed in bracelets, so that he may die; and a man’s skin is taken out of his bones and weighed on the scales as a pig’s cow. I live too long, being a man, a woman, an old man, a child. It’s so bad that you can go away? I’m sorry.
I said, good, good.
We said: “Secret and evil are the people of the past, and I speak not. You want to be a maid, you want to be a servant, you want to be a man, you’re happy. I will only ask you a few questions, and I hope you will answer them honestly. I’m sorry.
She promised, and she had a bit of frustration on her face.
I asked, “What is the Caster?” I’m sorry.
And she stood out her right arm, and said, “This is not my right arm; you can see it.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
She said, “With a part of the human being’s body, mixed with the flesh and blood of others, and with a special technique, a man can be forged. Made out of people, like real people. If there are more of them, it’s more like, or even connected to, a human being. It’s not very similar if there’s less of a human being, and the man who made it will not live long. And if he dies, he shall be scattered in a fog. I’m sorry.
I woke up, and I didn’t know if my face was smiling. I wanted to laugh and I couldn’t laugh, so I had to put on my face like a radish in a picture.
“You’re the one who made this morning to take the beautiful maid. I’m sorry.
She said, “Yes. On that day We saved a woman who had been defunct, but she had been decomposed and twisted like a basket. I beat the body thin and made the maid you saw with one of my hair. I’m sorry.
I feel frozen.
I suddenly felt like I knew why Wen Liang had to save that woman. But I hate myself knowing that it’s like being stabbed in the chest.
Swallow.
I can’t say a word, but I can only say it in a vague manner: ‘You wrote the letter’ I’m sorry.
She nod her head.
“Agent. Is the woman you saved my mother? I’m sorry.
She nod her head.
“Is it not my father that the old man who made me a black umbrella? I’m sorry.
She’s nodding again.
I got up on my knees and thanked her.
“Thank you for raising me. I’m sorry.
Tears.
She touched my hair and said, “Change, don’t cry. You must be the first man in the world to live. I’m sorry.
Then she told me a long story.
I’ve read the story in my letter, but I didn’t know it. It was Wen Liang who told me.
My mother was a maid in the palace, and my father was an Inhuman.
He’s a human being, a great skill.
He’s had a good friend for years. The law of a gentle sublime heart, prepared to make a man with his life’s heart and right arm. But Leng Liang had no chance, he could not find the right basis, and he was going to use it on the right person.
He waited a long time, and then he waited.
A new king is to be born in the house of the Queen, who should laugh and wait for his son and future king.
The bad news hit me. The royal son should die as intended.
Wen Liang said I could save the prince.
The late king said, “Well, if it works, give you glory.”
She cut off her right arm and forged a new one.
The new prince was born in his twenties. The late Emperor was terrified, scared, screaming, “The freak! “And then I can’t afford it.”
Two more years have passed, and it should be done.
It should be said that the world is as good as it should be, and I ask for the life of thousands.
Man is a man, like a carpenter. He’s got a smith’s arm. He can do it. He will make the human being assimilated into all things, and will seek the immortality of the people. It is worse to live than to die.
He has no glory, and he lives in remorse and fatigue. There is nothing left of him without his desire. He didn’t think that if the caster fails, he will be cast into a demon. He found a waiter who was supposed to get killed and killed her. Took the maid’s skin and he became her.
Wen Liang wants to live like this.
Parents just gave birth to me.
The mother was tortured, and the father, in order to save her, was as connected as I was, with a white head and a eyebrow.
Time is running out on fathers.
And his father was against him, but he said, “We cannot protect ourselves, but the righteous cannot have no parents.” You take my hands and you make a man. Use the maid you killed to make a woman. Go ahead. I’m sorry.
These two are my parents.
Wen Liang took my father’s hands, found a man in the ruins and forged the “father” I remember. Then he took a few bones and hairs, and made “Mother” as I remember. I’m sorry.
It should be understood that only the right hand is capable, and that he asked my father to give his left hand, and that is the full hand. But my father has no left hand left to offer, and he has only two broken arms, and his hands are a mirage.
And say, “Well, you have no hands, then what do you do, rather than be a chair?” And you don’t. One day you’ll have children and children will have hands. I’m sorry.
Wen Liang said that if you want a good left hand, you should stop.
So I was single-handed and became a human being.
A man is forged with his hands and lives up to 112 years old. Women are made of bones and hair, which is no more than 20. So I have to leave home before I’m 16.
Then I came to the capital city.
Then I came to the palace.
Then I killed, with a black umbrella, the old man, who was no longer a man, my father, and he was made a chair for seven years.
Then We saved the dead, and our mother, who was to be made a basket, made her flesh and made a maid. The maid, with this hair, can only be emptied and empty. It’ll last up to three months.
I ended up in front of a beautiful, old-age waitress.
I said thank you.
I said thank you for being so kind to me. Thank you very much.
I said, “My Majesty, bless King.” The Emperor lives on the same day.
I understand that everything starts with a warm heart, but I can’t hate her. In a sense, she’s my parents. She raised me and passed everything to me except for not telling me about chapter 12 of the ancient book, Caster. Don’t even snuff out the family’s black umbrella.
She made me.
We said: ‘Truly, I understand. Can you help me again? I’ll give you anything. I’m sorry.
And he said, “Can you give me one of my right hands as a human being?” When you give it to me, you’re just an ordinary man. You can’t even open a black umbrella. I’m sorry.
She said, “The old-fashioned craftsmen know not a few things, but there is only one way to go with a black umbrella.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Yes. After you help me, I’ll give it to you. I don’t have a hand. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter when you’re normal. I’m sorry.
It’s not sad. She put the lid on the purple sandpot and poured the tea on the floor.
She said, “Okay, I’ll help you. I’m sorry.
I laughed this time, and I laughed so much. We said, “Well, let me look at it. We’ll leave tomorrow at the end of the day. I’m sorry.
I walked through the porch, walked through a couple of rooms and saw the white color.
Ming Chae was excited to see me, and she jumped up, and she gave me the punches, and she tried to be alive. I’ve got one hand on her to swing her arm.
And We said, “Look, how would I be able to hold on to you before you.” I’m sorry.
And she said, “That’s me who let you.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Well, don’t be strong. Are you okay? I’m sorry.
She said, “All right. Win Liang Sister is a great man and much better than you. I’m sorry.
I smiled and noded and said, “I think so too. Indeed, the gentle are the righteous and much better than I. I’m sorry.
I looked around, and I couldn’t get a picture, just a few brushes of paper, but it’s like a kid’s gambling graffiti.
We said, “Why didn’t you draw it? I’m sorry.
She said, “No, these things are ugly, they don’t want to. I’m sorry.
We said, “Whatever you want.” You’ve got to paint and you’ve got to rest and look after yourself. I’m sorry.
She pretended to be angry: “When will you tell me what happened to Ming?” I’m sorry.
We said, ‘It is a small fault, and there is a sin, and repent.’ I’m sorry.
She looks at me and laughs, but doesn’t laugh, starts coughing, and coughing, like a willow.
I went to bed with her. She said, “Don’t worry about me. How come you’re so old? Am I blind? I’m sorry.
We said: “Wheresoever I was, I was old.” I’m sorry.
She said, “No, I can see it. Your body is older than your heart. What happened?”
I can feel her sweating cold, and she’s talking loud like this, and her chest and lungs are supposed to be shaving like knives. She’s very reluctant. And I had a heartache, and I said, “Come back tomorrow, I will do something.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the paintings on the ground and felt like I should say something. I’ve lost my mind like a plumb, but my mouth is clumsy, and I’ve lost my mind.
We said, “Beware, I love your drawings.” I’m sorry.
“Wait for my drawing tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
When we came out, Wen Liang stood by the door and waited for me. She just said one word.
“Sleep. Get some sleep. You get up tomorrow, you get everything. I’m sorry.
And I went into my sleep that night, and I dreamt of a white snow, and came to me in plain white. Singing in their mouths a clear tune and “A thousand demons, a thousand Buddhas, let others say.”
I listened to that song, slowly flooded with snow.
And on this day We shall be at the right place.
It’s full of big, small china, plaque, even face.
Be glad, and he smiled, and said, “Come, good. I will show you what I have gathered.” Everyone’s a baby. I’m sorry.
“Oh? I’ll see the Emperor when he’s full of the world’s precious treasures. I’m sorry.
He said, “Where? Do something for me, and you will not be wronged. I’ll give you whatever you want. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “The Emperor is joking. This is a collection the Emperor has come up with in every way. How can I ask for it?” I’m sorry.
“It’s not hard, it’s not hard.” The hard part is this heart. I’m sorry.
And he asked, “Change, look, being a human being is nothing but a man-setter. I’m sorry.
I asked, “What does the Emperor think? I’m sorry.
He pointed at the pile of china and said, “No, no, no. See, there are young women, young ones, old ones, and drivers and shopkeepers and bandits, and there are many people who leave me in there, but it is the great craftsman, and it is the craftsman. I’m sorry.
As you should know, you are only a puppet made by a human being, a toy, and a light for more than 20 years.
I squeezed out my glamorous face and said, “It is the king who says so.” Looks like the way I’ve been looking for a human being, it’s kind of narrow. I’m sorry.
And he pointed to his face, saying, “Don’t be so conceited.” And look at that wall, it’s all human skin. Isn’t that a face? I’m sorry.
I nodded my head: “It’s so vivid, it’s amazing.” I’m sorry.
I looked at it, and I took a look at it.
And I said, “Your Majesty, this skin…”
He said, “Do you want this? This is the collection I just brought this morning. It’s fresh. But if you like it, I have no reason to be stingy. I’m sorry.
It’s made of face. She shall be stripped alive, removed from her bones, shaved from her face and hung on the wall. I never had a chance to see a good painting.
I can’t think. I feel cruel when I move.
I don’t have the strength to hurt.
My parents, I’m bright, my left hand. I’m asking who.
I thought of leaving home that day and going to the capital. I’m warmed with blood all over my body, with a long barrel on my back, and I feel like the first man in the world, and I feel like I can walk all over the world.
A manure can fix people, can’t fix hearts. You can fix millions, you can’t fix the world.
Fantasia.
It’s so cold, it’s the only cavity left.
I pulled an umbrella out of the box and put it in front of me.
And I said, “Do you know what is right and what is wrong?” I’m sorry.
You should have seen my black umbrella. He said, ‘Truth, I said before that you did not understand the manners.’ Look at him, he’s going to kill himself. You’re too young to believe in good and evil. I’m sorry.
And I started laughing, and I opened up the umbrella, and the black sculpture of the umbrella was in the library, and all the things were shaking. I destroyed all the people in the furniture tables and chairs. Thousands of blood mists are lifted from around, and they descend into my umbrella. It’s like a bloodbath, a bloodbath, and then it’s gone.
One umbrella, countless dead.
And groan as you wish: “Perfectly, my collection has been destroyed by your umbrella.” If you kill so many people in this study, can you call it good? I’m sorry.
We said, ‘Who says, ‘I am the good?’ And who says, ‘I am the evil?’ The righteous believe in the good and the evil. The righteous have a good reward? The wicked have a bad reward? All lies. I’m just talking about cause and effect. It’s your ability to kill how many people you kill. But you killed my parents, you killed me, you killed me, you took my left hand, you planted it, and today it is the result. I’m sorry.
I heard the guard’s footsteps coming out like waves.
It should be said, “I know you’re coming, and I won’t be a little defensive. You’re Cheng Zheng, not a mortal. I’m sorry.
“The Emperor is joking, I am a mortal. I’m sorry.
“Perhaps, unfortunately, unfortunately. And to this day I will come in person, and I will teach you the manners of my people. I’m sorry.
We said, “No, if you want to hear the manners, I will tell you.” I’m sorry.
“I am the only son of the family, the first man in the world, and the best! Today, I hold a black umbrella and ask for the same opinion, and with you my parents’ debts, and with you my debts, and my debts, and with thousands of blood. I’m sorry.
I know there should be a man with a hand. The black umbrella can’t hurt him. But I only opened the umbrella to guard the guards who came around and kept them away.
It won’t last long. It’s full of arrows out there.
I was quickly struck by the arrow rain, and I fell into the blood berth, and my eyes were immersed.
And say thou among those who are in the midst of Mooch, ‘Thou art well, the black umbrella cannot save you, and none can save you except I. I’m sorry.
He leaned over to get that black umbrella.
We shook our head and said, “Do as you wish, and you cannot save me because you cannot save yourself.” I’m sorry.
If I say so, I will stretch out another hand from my right cuffs, stretching through his right neck like a snake, and crushing his face.
I saw the fear flowing like a flood, and the next moment his whole skull squirted like a ventilated skin.
It’s a loan to my hand. This is an extraordinary feast that I’m prepared for.
And We said, “You will live forever.” I’m sorry.
The hand pours into the head as if it were empty as if it were soft, and my cuffs swung out of the flesh as if it were the body. His head was full and his face was back.
I said, “Let you embed your head in such a small place, to the detriment of your predecessors.” This right hand, you take whatever you want. I’m sorry.
I’m talking to you at this moment with a nice and decent body.
“No, I took back my right arm. What use is your right hand?” I’m sorry.
We said, “Well, be kind to the people of old. I’m sorry.
A nice smile and no answer. And after that he said: “And may the heavens do good to me.” I’m sorry.
He opened the door and came out and he shouted, “The traitor has been brought to justice!” I’m sorry.
When I fixed myself again, it was full of silver hair.
When I left the palace, Wen Liang said I could enjoy my glory. I said no, I’m tired.
I don’t want anything anymore.
No family, no self. Only bright paint, I keep it.
And an ink-coloured warrior, like the Tai Chi side. It’s family history.
Nothing else.
And We were walking on the way through the mountains with bright paint. And met the same band of thieves, and he was the leader. He went down the hill and said, “How’s your hair, young Cheng?” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “It’s all right. I’m sorry.
He said, ‘Son, we were not determined to rob you.’ It’s just an order. They say when a thief, I don’t care. But if there’s a young man with a long back, be careful. I’m sorry.
I nod my head: “It’s okay, I don’t care. I’m sorry.
When he talks, my behinds are tremors.
We said, “I’ll go first and see you later.” I’m sorry.
And he said, “The Lord of Cheng is magnanimous, and he has a small heart.” I’m sorry.
I smile, I don’t talk.
I walked a long way to the middle of nowhere.
Rip out the tremors and it’s empty.
The sound of a dream is in my ear, and the brightness is in my ear. I look back and there’s a frosting dance in the woods.
I was standing behind me with a brush.
I’m not surprised. I always dreamt of her. I always thought we’d meet one day.
She sang until “a thousand saints, a thousand demons, let others say.”
She smiled and asked me: “Is it good?”
I nodded and said, “It’s good. I’m sorry.
I promised her I’d talk.
She said, “Yeah, I’ll show you. I’m sorry.
We said, “Are you really a painter?” I’m sorry.
She’s a light-footed dancer.
She said, “I told you, you have a family heirloom and I have one.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Yeah. Ming Man didn’t bully me. I’m sorry.
She said, “Did you do what you said before?” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh and say, “The umbrella has been opened. The letter was removed from the bag, and I don’t know what it says. There’s only one piece of jade. It’s not ready. I’m sorry.
She’s like a light in front of me. It’s not true. She took out a piece of the white beast that could be sewn up with mine.
She said, ‘This is what I used to do: ‘I am in distress, and I am in awe.’ To the border, go down, and see the people of old, strong. I paint only living things because my pen only paints souls. You’re old, but fortunately you’re young. I’m sorry.
I said, “Don’t mind me. You’re just a ghost, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
She said, “Be with you, my soul will be saved from my family, from evil.” I’m all waiting for you to make me a skin bag. I’m sorry.
And We shook his head and said, “How can it be? It is against the right hand to cast?” I’m sorry.
She said, “I draw and repair spirits for the hysteres. You cast people, you fix people, you’re for the craftsmen. What is the matter with you and us that neither one of us has been punished? I’m sorry.
And We cried and pointed at her, saying, “Look, you are lying again. There’s no such thing as a ghost. Maybe. You said “The Word of the Ghost.” That’s a ghost word, right? Then I’m going to have to go back to the word “person”? I’m sorry.
She floated over and kissed me on the forehead, with her hands on my white hair.
She said, “Do not believe.” I’m only talking to you about a thousand Saints. I’m sorry.
Cheng’s 17 years of success in Kyoto was the last Qing Dynasty. Case number: YXA1JOK4zbhxZBQ2KPcn9n8
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.