"Bang~~!"

Create for yourself?

The arm is so high, and the hammer is so powerful, this struggle is to create your own beautiful dream?

"Hehe~~!"

Sweat dripping from the ground.

This sweat is for yourself.

Building a house is really like building a dream, and every time the hammer is raised, this beautiful dream is seductive to the extreme.

"Hehe~~!"

Smiling and swaying, I seemed to be under the same roof as her.

The opportunity to be together in this way is not blown by the wind, but it is precisely won by my infinite efforts and hard work, I smile, I am timid, I dare not approach.

Why?

Isn't the two of them alike, why don't you dare to get close?

Hehe, this is not just shyness, but more fear, Han Xian's reluctance to approach is more because he is afraid that he has not fulfilled his promise to her.

Fuxiong flowers.

Her beauty.

She is flawless and impeccable in her own eyes, but she is really hurting her own face, and I am willing to give everything for it.

I am willing to use my own efforts to support your beauty.

So.

The hammer is so hard.

So.

Han Xian worked hard.

"Bang~!"

The gravel splashed, and the rubble mixed in it flew around, or it was dazzling, or it was cut, but Han Xian really didn't care about it at all.

I don't know the pain in it.

The heart is heavy and beautiful, and there is no pain in it.

Brain drunkenness fantasies don't know pain inside.

"Hehe~~!"

I don't know if it's crazy or stupid, in the midst of the rubble droplets, Han Xian actually laughed out loud again and again, what did you think of?

The brain is beautiful.

You're prettier in your head.

And because of your existence, the green mountains and green waters have become extremely beautiful, the sky is dyed and dusk drunk, you are leaning on the door to watch people return, your shadow is stretched long, the wind blows and your hair shakes and flies, even the shadow is shaking, are you in a hurry, the day is dark, and the people who have been waiting for a long time have not come back, of course, they will be anxious.

Wait.

The beautiful woman in her heart leaned in front of the door and waited, the sky was flying clouds, gorgeous and beautiful, but the beauty really didn't have the heart to appreciate, he didn't return, and her heart was not quiet.

Wait.

Gradually, the sunset, which had become the sunset, could not wait, it was tired, and sank into the mountains little by little, and the darkness instantly shrouded this beautiful woman with teeth and claws.

There was only a remnant of the sunset.

It's dark, haven't you come back yet?

In the wind blowing, it seems that the shadow has given up waiting for a long time, and it is gone, leaving only the beautiful woman in front of the door to wait for the return.

"Whew~~!"

The wind blows, will he come back?

"Whew~~!"

People breathe, and he will definitely come back.

"Whew~~!"

Just when the last rays of the sun were completely immersed in the mountains, at the end of his gaze, at the place where his back had left and disappeared, Shadow.

It's like ever.

It's like the figure of him leaving in the morning.

The night is dark, he is back, although at this moment it is night, the darkness is covering everything, and the eyes can't see his face clearly, but the beautiful woman in front of the door knows that the figure belongs to him.

And at this moment he must be smiling at himself.

"Hehe~~!"

The laughter was like tears, and after waiting for so long, I finally hoped that he would come back, so naturally I wouldn't still stand here and wait stupidly.

The wind blows the wind.

Pedestrian headwinds.

The show is carried forward, the white clothes are fluttering, and the beauties have taken the initiative to greet each other.

"Hehe~~!"

From the distance to the near, from the distance where you can't see your face and can't hear the laughter to the near place where you can see the smile and hear the laughter, it's really back.

The beautiful woman threw herself into Lang's arms gently.

"Hehe~~!"

How beautiful, so beautiful under the moon.

What can be seen is that the beauty has been waiting for a day and gradually let go, but have you ever seen the deep tiredness under the smile of the returnee, he is quite tired.

He was tired from a long day's work.

He was tired of walking, but the thought of her leaning in front of the door made all the difference.

I'm willing to pay.

I'm willing to pay for her.

Smash, work hard, if you don't have energy, then use your life.

"Bang~~!"

The flying of the stone is the catharsis of force, and the beautiful fantasy is the fantasy in Han Xian's mind, in order for her to be beautiful as a flower in her mind, she is willing to fight, and when she thinks of her beauty, all the fatigue disappears.

Dream making.

Dream making.

When the hammer is raised, it is a dream, but when the hammer falls, the stone that is torn apart, the stone that is falling apart is like the disillusionment of a dream.

The expectations are so big.

But disappointment did come one after another.

One hope, one disappointment.

"Whew~~!"

I don't know how long it has been, but in the countless mixtures of hope and disappointment, in the accumulation of exhaustion, people seem to have reached the extreme.

The struggle in his hands slowly slowed down.

Do you want to stop?

Have the beautiful dreams in your mind stopped?

The beauty is still a beauty in the sunset, the beauty is waiting quietly, but today's waiting is indeed longer than every day in the past, the last afterglow is completely gone, he has not returned, the sky is already bright and the moon is bright, he still hasn't come back, what's wrong with him?

Think?

The beauty thought, the beauty couldn't help but think wildly, and finally the beauty cried?

"Whew~~!"

I don't know if it was the wind blowing or the breath of people, but after this sound, the sound of hammer chisels that had been gradually slowing down became high again.

"Bang~~!"

If you continue to splash dirt and rocks, how can I be willing to make you cry?

"Bang~~!"

To create the future, I want to carry your beauty with the crook of my arm.

"Bang~~!"

Again, once again intoxicated, regardless of the sweat on the back, regardless of the sweat gathered on the tip of the nose to shine brightly.

The hammer is raised.

This time, the heavy sweat on the tip of the nose had already smashed on the black stone surface with a hammer, and before the sweat could be torn apart, it had been smashed into ashes by the successive knocks.

"Bang~~!"

Bang.

At this moment, Han Xian, you still have fantasies in your mind, are you still thinking about that beautiful her?

"Whew~~!"

Breathing, calm breathing, quiet breathing, people seem to have waited, they seem to understand, and their hearts seem to know that if they can't do it, it is impossible to last without distractions.

It's true that she can support herself to move forward.

Draw motivation from it to spur persistence and perseverance. 、

But don't you feel too anxious?

Hope, hope, too much hope is attached every time.

But do you feel that this is too tiring, this kind of persistence is more like a kind of torture, this persistence is too fragile, and it seems inevitable that it will collapse.

"Hehe~~!"

The face is quiet, and the spirit is peaceful.

On Han Xian's smiling face, there was no trace of hope and prayer, as if he had put it down, as if he didn't care if this hammer could bring what he wanted.

Since even hope can be put down for a while, then disappointment is not a matter of concern at all.

"Hehe~~!"

Immersed in it, I understood, I understood why she was crying, and she leaned on the door every day in anticipation not that she would bring beautiful flowers, but that she could come back.

If a woman is like this, what do I ask for?

"Bang~!"

The hammer continued to chisel the stone, but man had learned to cherish himself and knew how to prevent the flying rubble from cutting through his body.

And that's not the only thing I've learned.

The use of force.

The supreme magic law.

Smashing stones, anyone who holds a hammer will smash stones, force from the heart, heart through the meridians, meridians to the palm, palm magnification and hammer surface.

Lift, fall.

The cycle of power repeats.

It's a reincarnation.

This is a reincarnation that cannot be avoided by any body or arm, but it is not without constraints.

The power of the heart extends from the meridians to the palms of the hands.

In the meantime, whether it will be consumed layer by layer because of various constraints, whether it will be greatly discounted because of the exhaustion of muscles and bones, and whether it will be tired of struggling because of the stupidity of the brain.

Bang.

Bang.

If you listen carefully, you can find that Han Xian at this moment is very different from before.

In the past, because of gritting teeth, the hammer was louder than the other, and after gritting the teeth, the hammer sound inevitably showed some weakness.

And now.

It's loud, and every sound is almost the same, and it's almost the same.

Uniform.

From beginning to end, breathing is the same.

Just because the rhythm of breathing is the same, Han Xian even has the same interval between the front and back of each hammer, and there is no difference.

I don't know if it's because he doesn't need to open his eyes in the dark, or because Han Xian himself has been intoxicated by this sonorous and neat and crisp chisel sound, his eyes are actually closed.

Smiling.

It seems that this closed eye can no longer be described as 'intoxicated', but more like a kind of self-forgetfulness.

In my mind, it is no longer the picture of the beautiful woman leaning on the door and looking forward to her return, a person, a body, this body is undoubtedly himself.

But this self seems to be transparent.

The leather to see.

Flesh and blood that can be seen.

The meridians that can be seen.

Visible bones.

But this sight seems to be very sad and tragic, they are all baptized by hammers, from the bones of the spine to the nerve endings dripping from the small tracts, all of them are chiseled with large or small hammers.

They are not leaderless, nor are they mechanical numbness, they have guidance, and they are rising and falling with the beating of their hearts.

Bang.

There was a chisel and a clatter.

The bones were broken piece by piece.

The meridians were destroyed piece by piece.

Flesh and blood are wiped out inch by inch.

But in the midst of this shattering and destroying invisibility, there is indeed a new life, and after the destruction of the whiteness of the bones, a new flawless whiteness is revealed.

The same is true of bones, the same is true of the meridians, and the same is true of flesh and blood.

But it seems that he is not satisfied.

The heart doesn't stop.

The rebirth and strangulation of the hammer have not stopped.

"Bang~~!"

"Pound~~!"

The bones have become jade-colored, the meridians have been clear, and the flesh and blood have been refined without the slightest impurity, and now they have no possibility of sublimation.

With such achievements, they can finally feed back the heart that has been tempering them.

"Pounding~~!"

Voices, little and a little excited.

"Bang~~!"