Shamat walked while live, and finally walked to Wang Lang, "Lonely friend, can you give me a lonely cigarette?"

Wang Lang handed a cigarette with a laugh and cry. Shamatt took a sip of it and said to the camera, "No matter how long the cigarette is, it cannot shorten my loneliness. The ashes are gone, and the prosperity is gone. There are crying women on the roadside, and there are running children in the distance. We are all struggling in loneliness. I am a hundred miles long. You are a stunning stroke. When you stop writing, the fallen flowers are colorful. When you finish writing, the moment you finish writing, it is like a comet sweeping past, and a loneliness passes through the sky."

Shamat leaned against Wang Lang's car and spoke softly at the camera while smoking.

Wang Lang next to him was smoking a cigarette and almost laughed.

There are the most talents every year this year, so who are the fucking people?

Wang Lang moved up the side and tried his best to distance himself from this Shamatra.

I took a casual look and found that there were quite a few viewers in the Shamatt live broadcast room, tens of thousands of views, and this weird id is Baili Changgu.

It was a loss for such a good name to give it to such a person.

Shamatt shook his bangs, "Babys, I saw someone crying over there, like a wailing when a storm comes. This world has loneliness, but this world cannot let loneliness overflow. Let's not let many people fall into the abyss of loneliness, okay?

I am a long-lived loneliness. I have been walking through a long-lived loneliness. I want you to be happy, so that I can carry the loneliness for me."

As he spoke, Shamatt walked towards Li Shiwan and his son who were still crying.

He shook his bangs and said, "Beautiful sister, why are you crying?"

Li Shiwan turned her head and screamed, "Get out!"

Shamat was unmoved, "My name is Baili Changgu, I walked past Baili Gu..."

"I'll let you get out!" Li Shiwan screamed and roared.

Hu Zheng ran over, looked confused, and turned to ask Wang Lang, "How did he come?"

Wang Lang took out his ears and pointed to a place, "He came from there."

Hu Zheng's eyes flashed and ran towards Shamatt, "Comrade, we are performing official duties, please do not interfere with our work."

Shamatt threw his bangs and said, "I am not a comrade, my name is Baili Changgu, a poet who collects loneliness. Are you lonely?"

Hu Zhengyi was amused and crying, "We want to handle the case, please evacuate here quickly."

Shamat shook his bangs, took a deep breath, and snatched the cigarette butt into his pocket, "Your eyes are full of chaos, but your eyes are full of gray loneliness. I give me loneliness and peace of mind. This is my mission. Maybe it is wrong to do this, but I have no choice. I want you to be happy.

Don’t laugh at me as different as you. If you change the angle, you all see the same thing."

Hu Zhengyi tried hard to restrain himself and remained polite, "Comrade, please don't stay here to prevent us from handling the case."

Shamat turned around and suddenly turned around before leaving and looked at Hu Zhengyi. "When night falls, you turn off all the lights, you are the only one. You will feel that the lonely black in the world is surging around you."

Hu Zheng looked amused and crying.

Shamat looked at the camera, "Dear old men, you are responsible for giving me rewards, I am responsible for taking away your loneliness. I am a long-lived orphan, and I have been a long-lived orphan."

He compared a scissors hand to the camera, and Shamatt put his selfie stick in his arms.
Chapter completed!