The meditator looked at him and said, "To tell the truth, although I am also you, it is hard for me to imagine what your heart journey is this day."

Tang Chuan couldn’t help but sigh, "This difference is too big. Which one is me?"
At this time, the meditator may be a person who is dying and saying, "Maybe you are wrong. At the moment we really separate, we become different selves. The future number may be a little deviated, just like two limited straight lines will eventually get farther and farther away."
Tang Chuan also thought, "You are right. It seems not as simple as I thought, but our thinking foundation is the same. You feel that I will still have a good reference."
When the weak man saw that the two were back, he raised his beer and said, "Don’t say anything I don’t understand."
Tang Chuan and the meditator smiled and held out their beer together, touching the weak.
Gollum ~
The three men looked up together and gulped down the beer in their hands.
Card ~
Then God simultaneously crumpled Ruye beer can into deformity and threw it aside, and took out a new one from the beer box beside him.
Beer is also made by Tang Chuan’s fantasy weapon. Not only does it taste exactly the same as a certain beer of Blue Star in the impression, but it is also perfectly copied with the stamp.
The weak Lala Gai smiled and said, "I got seven cents!" "
The meditator was very interested in him, and looked at the person with extremely weak heart. "What’s the point of changing seventy cents for ever?"
The weak man is flattered to put the zipper with 70 cents printed on it in his pocket and turn his head and say, "It’s enough that it means something to me, brother. You have to let me use my brain to explain things to you. Can I say that it’s not our common nature to have fun while suffering? Aren’t you the same at the moment?"
The meditator seemed to understand that he turned his head and said, "I see, thank you."
The weak man looked at Tang Chuan stupidly. "What does he know?"
Tang Chuan shook his head and said, "I don’t know, but you made him feel relieved. I have this feeling."
The weak man handed me a beer and said, "Drink one."
Tang Chuan smiled and clinked a glass with him and drank it off. The meditator also silently accompanied a can.
Card ~
The flatten beer can was thrown aside again.
The weak helped each of them again with a can of beer, just like when I was a child. The beer belongs to you, but Lagai belongs to me.
"Three hair and twenty hair … so dig …"
The weak man muttered and put the lid in his pocket. "Do you need me to give yourself an active atmosphere if you don’t talk?"
Tang Chuan said with a smile, "You were still asleep when our atmosphere was active."
The meditator’s face also appeared at this moment and smiled. "Let’s sing. That may enliven the atmosphere."
The weak man said, "OK, I’ll start with a beautiful jasmine ~"
Tang Chuan went on to sing "Fragrant and beautiful ~"
The meditator is "fragrant and praised by white people ~"
“……”
Behind them, the conjoined bodies looked at the doomsday scene, and not long ago, they sprayed each other. In the last time, the owners sang in arm and arm.
Her heart is full of inexplicable emotions and seems to be infected.
The owners didn’t do anything, but the infection for no reason still made her feel faint sadness, but there was still a kind of happiness to let go.
She wanted to cry a little, but her mouth was smiling.
Chapter 416 This is the unity of man and nature in Tang Chuan.
As the weak say, their common quality is to be able to enjoy suffering.
When discovering the meaning of one’s life, the meditator went through the journey from collapse to doubt life and then to accept his heart frankly.
Because a day is really too short for a lifetime, this psychological change has also been accelerated.
Knowing the reversal of the result method and being weak, this companion, the meditator before Zhuyu, is somewhat relieved.
Three Tang Chuan are like brothers who are fighting and loving each other, singing together in the afterglow of the years.
When they change the lyrics casually, sometimes they cry and howl, beer can after can, drink a toast and talk back and forth to each other, and reminisce about the blue star, which adds a touch of unutterable color to the doomsday thunderstorm clouds
There are only two minutes left when I finally pocket my watch.
The meditator looked at a pocket watch and threw it back to Tangchuan. The atmosphere of the three people finally approached calm, and the singing gradually calmed down. Even the weak people who didn’t seem to trust all this no longer laughed.
He glanced at the meditator and looked at Tang Chuanti. "Brother, we are going to die."
Tang Chuan pondered a serious way, "Thank you for letting my humanity experience the long-lost happiness for half an hour."
The weak man smiled and shook his head. "No, thank you for letting us see the wonderful world."
The meditator also said, "There is still so much pain and happiness in the world. Please take our will to witness that the universe will finally solve all the mysteries and save our mother."
Here, because the three brothers of the United Nations are obscure in their speeches, but their basic thinking is consistent, they can still know each other’s general meaning.
The meditator’s words are obviously to let Tang Chuan really go to the divine position, figure out the mystery behind the disaster god and return to the blue star to recast the beautiful world in his memory.
Tang Chuan nodded and said, "I will. Your thoughts will all come back to my mind. In a sense, we will be completely integrated. My life is your life."
The weak smell speech but waved a hand and said, "Come on, don’t comfort us."
Then he pulled his coat pocket and held it full of prizes. "Here you go, take care of our traces."
Tang Chuan took a big handful of lagai and said, "I will take good care of it."
The weak man laughed, "Don’t be eaten by a swish."
The meditator also said, "Take it back to win the prize. If there is no place to win the prize, create a place to win the prize."
Tang Chuan laughed. "That must be a part of me, so … goodbye, brothers."
The meditator and the weak suddenly burst into a faint fire, and then the fire intensified and gradually wrapped their bodies.
The meditator raised his arm and looked at the blazing flame. "It turns out that the end of life is flame and cremation … it’s really environmentally friendly."
The weak also spit out that "the pain will be cut off when you set yourself on fire in genetic programming. Thank you, brother, for your consideration."
Tang Chuan looked at them and said, "I don’t know whether this is prompted by divinity or caused by human nature. I won’t let my secrets and my weaknesses wander outside. Forgive me."
The weak are as calm as ever, even if the flesh and blood melt at the moment, he said, "The most complicated mood now should be that you have nothing to forgive, but listen to me, brother. No matter how strong the will of that god is, please keep the last touch of humanity, which may not be good for you, but remember that this is not only our hope, but also the deepest cry in your heart."