Unexpectedly, the sea facing the northern coastline of the United Kingdom is also known as the North Sea. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Beihai, how can people not think of the Beihai and Beibu Gulf of my motherland?

Maybe that's why I fell in love with this villa.

I pray, my future, forever and ever, facing the sea, and the spring flowers blooming.

But in less than eight months, my life was about to start a new fate? Why didn't my male classmate want to go out with me anymore? Why did he live in a student apartment in Cambridge? Naturally, he said that his wife had come to visit him with a pair of children.

He was forced to say goodbye to her, for the time being.

Yes. The doctor's life is relaxed. Unexpectedly, in the third year, we entered the thesis stage. We don't need to go to the college every day, and we don't need to meet our advisors every day. However, we can work on our papers together, and we can look up our information together. Who made the difference between our pitches?

However, he said, his wife and children have come to accompany him!

Really? I don't bother to scout. Really, what? False, what? I can't love to be in a huge villa, on an uninhabited beach, in a deserted wilderness, like a lonely ghost.

Sometimes, we give each other some space and distance, which is a kind of beauty and comfort.

I love to look directly at my own spiritual needs, and I love the healing and knowing of it.

A person's life also has an unusual charm.

The life of a lonely ghost is just right for my soul.

However, that day in the library of the University of Oxford, I went to look up the information, because the library of the University of Cambridge did not have it. They recommended that I see if the Oxford University Library is available. So, I ran into something I shouldn't have bumped into.

Why did you see him? Why did you run into him as soon as you walked into the library? He turned to my side, paying attention to the Rapunzel across from him. I got closer, a little hard to believe my eyes, and when I got closer, it was him.

And he was between the bookshelves in the library, holding the delicate and delicate face of the Rapunzel with both hands.

Yes, I was kissing the lips and eyes of a beautiful blue-eyed girl! Yes, those blue eyes were as blue and clear as the waters of the North Sea, and those two red lips were as moist and delicate as roses.

Not jealous, really, I don't envy jealousy.

Ask yourself, I really don't have that kind of mentality, I'm cultivating into an immortal.

But I went anyway and did a follow-up.

Easily, I found out that Blue Eyes turned out to be a 20-year-old girl from the United States, a junior in college. Together, they rented a residence in a student apartment building at the University of Oxford.

The age gap in their twenties and the differences in regional culture have all hindered their affection for each other, so what can I do?

However, I believe that everyone should have a soul in this world, so even if they are suddenly injured and die, they must be like me, whether it is heaven or hell, they will not and do not want to enter again.

Because an unyielding soul is to float firmly in mid-air, peeking into this strange and dirty world of existence.

It was as if I saw that only five minutes after I was born, my mother couldn't help but say, "Look, her little eyes are black and shiny, and she is full of smiles, and she refuses to let her sleep with her eyes closed!

Yes, I have been a brilliant and persistent woman since I was a child.

However, more than twenty years later, I found that my wisdom was suddenly gone, and my own body, as I had foreseenly imagined, would surely disappear in a fateful event.

So, everything never existed.

But I'm depressed, I'm not reconciled, I don't die blindly, I have to figure out what is the meaning of my soul's existence?

Maybe it's my persistence and pride, or maybe sooner or later it will be the weakness and gratitude of the people, and finally regret the mother of the Yellow River, maybe which sage can make my soul hang in the sky-

In the tunnel of time and space, I can not only see the past, but also look down on the present, and look forward to the future......

I saw that a purple breath came from the east, which is what the world has always hoped for. In the purple smoke, he and I came. Until one day, I suddenly disappeared.

Should my soul stop wandering, wondering whether it should be attached to him, or to her body? In him, I want him to never have peace of mind! In her, I hope that the murderer will be brought to justice and the mastermind will be traced! I don't know what I should do! How will I let my soul rest or be attached to his or her body or my lover's soul?

I hope that with my faint cry, I can create a little light in the darkness, a little warmth in the cold, and a little meaning in the absurdity.

But my cry was heard, and my cry was empty. How can I endure and accept the suffocation and confusion caused by such thick and intense chaos and darkness?

I saw that he, who had been suffocated, finally burst into a smile at the corner of his mouth, and from the gap in his slender lips, he spewed out a long and calm mouthful of "lilac fairy qi...... Spiraling and rising, I was finally immersed in the scent of lilac, intoxicated, diffused, enveloped, and enclosed, making me more and more depressed.

Suddenly, I'll be sober too. And so I really cried out hoarsely: Who took my life, who is the model of my life or death?

I also know very well that no one can understand my language, in this world. Should I cry, or laugh, or bury myself completely?

I really want to have no soul from now on, as long as there is no longer a life like me.

I don't know if my life can stand the scrutiny of time and the trials and tribulations of life. But I know that my wisdom is gone while I still have life.

I'm like a ghost who lets the imps get their way.

I would like to question, question the sages who are in charge of life, those who are sober-minded or wise, and who are: Where is my wisdom? Have I ever had my wisdom? Or have I ever had it but I don't know when or where? Why am I alive? What am I born for?

The ghostly and poisonous gas that came out of my soul angrily warned the void soul that it was the most important thing to do what it wanted to do. Otherwise, nothing makes sense.

I understand: only those who are truly powerful do not open their mouths, but only kill people.

Now that my soul is depleted and desolate, what power can I have to get rid of the harm and murder that has been done to me?

I decided: wait, wait, wait. Hair growth. Hair growth. Regrow your hair.

Everything does not erupt in silence, but dies in the growth of hair.

Entangled like a poisonous snake, persistent like a ghost.

The dream has awakened, but there is no way out. Who is afraid?

It is the most desolate place, and the lonely soul is unanswered.