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    "What?"

    The man who aspires to become the Pirate King slapped his straw hat and glanced at the audience who raised their hands to ask questions: "Why do I insist on celibacy? This is not nonsense! Where do I get so much time to worry about that?"

    He cleared his throat,

    "Even if it takes so much time, even if it is raised by one's own hands, it is still useless,"

    Regent Diristan recalled the happy days of hide-and-seek,

    "In the end, I will betray you anyway,"

    There was chewing gum all around Lieutenant Colonel Organ.

    "If you can penetrate your soul, how can you find someone you like,"

    The Minister of Security tossed a coin, caught it, and tossed it again.

    "Even if you find one, the experience gap is always a problem,"

    Some people try to convince themselves that steak tastes better than pirates.

    "What's more, the other person is probably not as beautiful as you,"

    The Archbishop of the New World caressed the Arbiter of the Covenant, thinking of the nuns of the Order,

    "Those who are prettier than me may be my father's implicit bargaining chip,"

    The three Feigota brothers hugged each other and shed tears in pain.

    "Those who are not a political bargaining chip may just treat you as a toy,"

    The Second State Secretary¡¯s fingers flicked lightly on the table,

    "Even if I regard you as a suitor, I don't necessarily accept you,"

    Lemda held the bouquet and remained silent.

    "There will always be problems before you accept it,"

    Hull looked around, pretending not to hear,

    "For example, let's put you on the other side of the battlefield and see if you want to listen to your own beliefs or the voice of your heart,"

    Marshal Govard aged ten years in an instant.

    "Or is it that even if you give up your position, it can't compare to the love between childhood sweethearts?"

    Xiulan and Piper looked at each other awkwardly,

    "Of course, there's no guarantee that you'll be able to catch up with your childhood sweetheart,"

    Thoraton carefully wiped the revolver of the pistol.

    "Even if you catch me, you may not be able to afford it,"

    Leonard grabbed the gold coins and counted his military pay one by one.

    "Just because you can afford it doesn't mean you can live well,"

    Zalt flipped through the clothing store¡¯s ledger with a frown.

    "When you live well, you should also consider your influence in society,"

    The emperor¡¯s scepter struck the ground heavily,

    "Even if you can ignore the social impact, you still need to face the other person's family,"

    Luther¡¯s face turned white and blue in turns.

    "Even sometimes, as a member of the family, you yourself are the resistance,"

    Pace, who was being interviewed about the Oriental Festival in the booth next door, suddenly felt inspired.

    "Even if we could overturn history and do it all over again, how many years would you have to be together?"

    Anne flipped through the diary she carried with her and dug out traces with her fingernails: one, one, one

    "So, if you come to join me, why do I insist on celibacy?"

    (External article)

    ?????? ~Just my thoughts, not a book review ~

    By convention, at the beginning of this type of article, you should always spend a little space talking about the origin of the work of the [strike]author[/strike] as a reader, spreading flowers, spreading coal, and spreading salt;

    ?According to another common practice, every time there is a holiday or a birthday, the author always has to update it, even if it is three urgent things that attack the heart, and all the internal organs are burned¡ª¡ª

    Then one day, all the routines that we had had suddenly disappeared without a trace.

    The world is still running as usual, the author still has a few updates, and the articles posted are still half cold and half hot, but they are subtly different from some of the labels in memory.

    For those who have been living in this world, those small changes are just the footsteps left by time.  The wind of an era blows across hundreds of millions of seconds, witnessing the publication to completion of countless useless articles. Before such an unstoppable wind, what ideals, persistence, beliefs, and promises dare to remain unchanged?  ?

    The peaceful life that I once silently hated has become a nostalgia that I occasionally think of now.

    The people who once thought they could spend their lives together have already gone to the other side of the border.

    The library that I once wanted to slowly climb up the steps with a cane decades later was also burned in blazing flames that night.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????I am worried about the problem of your life and my own life, which day is the day that I vowed to keep the fragrance of the small bag of lavender forever?In my heart,

    When I woke up from a dream one day, I clearly didn¡¯t want to open my eyes, but my unstoppable tears proved that this was indeed the world my body existed in?

    The great tide called progress swept by.  It is far more than just the frivolity of youth that disappears silently in the face of what others call life and responsibility.  To see this through takes some people years, some just a day.

    For the creators of the new world, everything originates from a change that is slightly different from "what should be".

    A choice that seems to have nothing to do with the overall situation is just a change related to oneself, but it has crushed the lives of countless people without realizing it.

    In the beginning, it was just one person¡¯s pursuit.  Either deliberately or out of necessity, for his own convenience, he slightly moved the time on the clock.

    Then the butterfly flapped its wings, and the whole world took a new turn.  People living in the world rarely realize it, but the creators of the new world are forced to face the changes they have caused.

    History is not a low-pressure cyclone spinning three feet above your head. The so-called headwinds of history are actually just excuses or justifications for those who are unwilling to face the truth.

    History is more like a glass marble rolling on the smooth surface of the world. It will change every time no matter how slight the force is.

    History has no inertia, as long as you know from which angle you should push it away.

    History has inertia. Every different choice and every subtle change brings a new direction for history.

    Such force will in turn act on the person who has made the choice, affecting his next, two, and three decisions, and then lead that person further and further down the chosen path.

    There is a bouquet of flowers in front of you, go on.  The road ahead is smooth, keep going.  There are thorns ahead, keep going.  There is a cliff ahead, go down.

    Whichever choice you make, you have to pay the price.

    (Stern face)¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªThis is the biggest difference between a certain article and other time-traveling stories!  Banging chopsticks, the whole article is finished. The author is away for the holidays and will take a year off from publishing!

    p.s. Although there is no update today, a well-known commentator who kindly passed by left a comment I hereby put it in the comment pit to thank the wild commentators.

    p.s.2 In addition, critics can get paid by going to Longkong.
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