In ancient times, Jiang Yan practiced the giant's steps and gave birth to a child, and the three abandonments could not be left, and they were called "abandoned". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's such an interesting place to be," said Abandon softly, standing in the snow, looking up at the dark sky. Then he turned to Fitney and smiled, "But I don't remember what the place I lived was like. ”

"Without you, I really don't know how to manage those plants, it's so hard to do all this. Fitney said as he flashed over what he had abandoned in his mind.

"You're going to do well because you're working hard, like I was — but you were trying so hard because you were probably afraid that something like that would happen again, and be abandoned. Abandon slowly stretched out his hand and looked at his fading hand, "No matter how much you pretend not to care—but I still hope that I can do something that can make up for my mistakes, so that I don't become unrecognizable in that pain, but I'm very sorry, even if I became a posterior later, I haven't found the answer to make amends, so I can't help you with this problem." ”

The Great History created them is based on a variety of documents, and perhaps they weren't what they were—but when the stories that made them up were determined, they were also confirmed.

In the heart of abandonment, the only thing that may remain is the past when he was abandoned three times, and later, as a farmer of Shun, his tireless pursuit of planting.

The so-called son of the emperor is not so much a "prophecy" that he received under the protection of the big bird when he was abandoned for the third time - he would be an extraordinary man, and then, he would be named Houji, and then, become the ancestor of the Zhou dynasty.

That's his story, one that begins with being abandoned – not much mythical, just a boy who works hard.

Fitney knew what he had learned when he had infiltrated his consciousness a few times, and though he couldn't comfort himself, he still said it.

"But ...... you," Fitney thought of this, turning his head to look at the abandonment and smiling, but his mood was a little heavy.

"Don't comfort me, I don't need an answer anymore, because I'm 'dead' and I don't need these teachings to liberate me, and always remembering this feeling is proof that I existed. Abandon interrupted Fertenay's attempt to help him, "This effort is not to repay my own sadness, but to repay that friend." ”

What he said was...... The giant bird?

Fitney suddenly thought of something, and when he saw the deeper smile on his face, he knew that he was right.

"We have to have a reason to live, and I'm more stubborn. He looked up at the sky, his figure was so faint that he couldn't see it, and his voice was faint.

Fitney and Abandonment looked up together, only to feel the snow falling lightly on the tip of their noses, which was a cold touch.

"But at the same time, you stubbornly love the world, so you worked hard to move forward before you were born. Fitney didn't have any expression and said flatly.

But the boy was gone, and there was no way she could go to the deity and talk about it.

So, go back.

Fitney lowered his head and turned, his footprints clearly remaining on the snow.

In the sky, it was as if a birdsong sounded - a giant bird spread its wings and hovered in the night, its pure black eyes containing a distant light, it suddenly rose straight into the sky, and then fell downward—hidden in the starlight of the white tower.

It didn't seem to disappear until it passed through the window of a white tower—and at the same time a pair of seemingly ordinary eyes skimmed.

Lighttower - The red-haired sorceress appears in the central White Tower.

"Huh. She seemed to feel that something was in her eyes, just for a moment—and she stopped where she was, looking out the window at the snowfall.

It's been many years, day after day, year after year.

Letetta stood in front of the window for a moment before she stopped her gaze and walked up.

"You have to take that girl as a disciple. Fresson sat at the table, quill in front of him, writing automatically, and as soon as his last note fell, the quill finished with the last stroke—a beautiful fancy finish.

Leaning against the bookcase, Letta watched a teacup fly towards her.

"Thank you, I still prefer the tea I grow. Leteta took the tea and took a sip.

"You're good at everything you choose, but aren't you going to isolate yourself too much?" Fresson turned to look at her, "You were like that when you first arrived, you ended up being the least popular one of Starlight. ”

"I don't care about those things, and Fitnair does a much better job than I do, doesn't I? But I assure you, I didn't take her as a disciple just because she seemed more acceptable to Starlight - just like you enrolled her in school, not just because of Wicker's request. Leteta shook her teacup.

"I sometimes believe in things that are unexpected. Fresson said.

Leteta gave a rare playful smile: "For example, I was the least favored back then, but I became a ......"

"That's one. Fresson's gaze crossed the Letta and landed on the oil painting hanging on the wall not far away, "Atwood didn't come, and let his white dove send a message—who knows how long this delicate balance will last?

Lyetta restrained her smile and lowered her head, the light in her eyes flickering on and off.

"Is the black fog getting abnormal? Letta whispered.

"Don't worry, if something happens, the Holy See will come and 'warn' us. Fresson rolled up the letter and flipped his wrist, and a bird flew out of the cage inlaid with gold wire, flapping its wings and claws gripping the letter, "Until then, things have been stable for the time being. ”

Instead of breathing a sigh of relief, Letta frowned: "The Holy See has already reached out to the forest - who made them violate 'that rule'?"

"There are no eternal rules, Letta," Freison sighed, a hint of old age in his expression, "and how long can I hold on?"

Just after the o'clock passed, the chiming bird in the clock made of black wood on the wall flew out - even if the birdsong was crisp and crisp, the sound now had the smell of rust.

It's like an irreversible passage of time, something that can't be changed.

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"Ahem......" Ed sat by the window—the room was elegantly furnished, with chairs covered in warm blue velvet, and he chose the coldest window to watch the snow fall.

This Rose May ......

Ed reached to his neck, then pulled out a pendant, a dark blue pendant.