Tang's dining table

There is nothing eternal in this world.

At least, that’s how it works for you personally!

When you're born, the world really starts to move.

Just like the newly born sun in the universe!

You are the only protagonist in this world, and the rest of them exist because of you. Many people and many things pretend to exist in ancient times, just to allow you to truly integrate into this world and transform you from a performance into a real life.

Sensual pleasure robs us of our understanding of the real world. .

Whether we live well in this world or not, your acting skills depend on whether the script you get is a comedy or a tragedy, a Mary Sue script or a Hard Struggle script, a Long Aotian script or a "The Last Bang Bang" type of script. Unlucky documentary.

When you die, this world will disappear, and all the good things we thought will disappear... This is so fucking frustrating.

In another year, I will reach the age where I know my destiny. I often feel ashamed because I have followed the rules in my previous life.

Even now, I still refuse to live abnormally. This is the greatest shame in this life.

Running naked in the wilderness, rolling in the busy city, shouting into the wind, dancing in the rainstorm, asking the most beautiful woman for price, spitting at the most knowledgeable person, bending down to the ordinary, erecting the genitals to the powerful...

I have never done any of the above, but it is what I want to do most at this moment.

I can't do what I want to do most...so, I am a real loser!

Hiding in the dark, everyone looks like a fool, and being proud is like an emperor; standing in the light, I feel that I am the only fool in the world, and being humble is like a potato with dirt.

This is another kind of humble, wretched pervert who is squeezed under a boulder and unable to breathe. There is no cure for this kind of pervert!

Fortunately, I still have the ability to write stories despite managing my own world in a mess in the real world.

In my story, I can fly freely...

I also like to eat, so I put my imagination, my brain, my internal organs, everything I have on the table, prepare the tableware, taste bit by bit, and repay myself with my own flesh and blood.

The following story is not about gourmet food, but also about gourmet food. After all, on the Chinese dining table, everything from stars in the universe to ants in dust can be placed on the table, and their original taste can be savored with their own flesh and blood. .

——Love Your Jie Yu 2 Written on June 1, before the metamorphosis