Excerpt from Hal and his white cat owner

Take a look back.

He used to teach you martial arts and protect you.

He once taught you to write, read, write poems and draw pictures.

He used to learn to cook for you. He was all thumbs and hurt his hand.

He used to ... he used to wait for you to come back day and night, alone from night to dawn. ...

Part 2

Chuning did arrive, and it was afternoon. Disciples are busy practicing, and few people cross Naihe Bridge. On the Jade Belt Curved Bridge, Chu Wanning is the only one standing tall and straight, with his own clanking iron frame.

On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, leaves rustle, bamboo is trimmed white, and it looks like a gentleman.

Part 3

He walked forward step by step, and his wedding dress was flying.

Over the years, people have respected and feared him, but they dare not stand by and no one will care about him. He has long been used to it.

Night jade scale, Beidou fairy statue.

Nobody likes it from head to toe, and nobody cares about life and death.

It seems that he was born without the help of others, without any dependence and companionship.

So it's unnecessary to shout pain, let alone cry. Go back and dress your wound, cut off all the rotten meat that has festered and torn, and apply the wound medicine.

It doesn't matter if nobody cares about him.

In a word, he came alone. Over the years, everything has been fine. He can take care of himself.

Part 4

Those reckless love and passionate infatuation only grow on the soil of youth. When he was young, he also wanted someone to stay with him all the time, but he kept waiting, but he couldn't wait for this person. Later, as the days passed, his reputation and status in the field of repairing truth became higher and higher, and everyone stopped him and said that he was inhuman. Later, he also accepted such a high mountain, which was inhuman.

He seems to be hiding in a cocoon, and years are spinning on his cocoon. At first, he could see some light seeping through the cocoon, but year after year, the more silk, the thicker the cocoon, and he never saw the light again. There is only myself and darkness in the cocoon.

He doesn't believe in love, heaven and earth, and doesn't want to pursue anything. He went through all kinds of hardships, bit open the cocoon and stumbled out, but no one was waiting for him outside. What should he do?