When I heard Lu Fengxing’s response to ink painting, my heart was steadfast. He had no pain in his body. His body was crushed to death by a stone slab. All the pain became blurred. His clothes were wet and his body was cold. It was getting colder and colder. Think about yourself. My life is too smooth. I have never encountered any setbacks. I have always been an example. It seems that I didn’t expect a heavy blow to completely fall into a dead end of my mind, and I have no ability to climb out.