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55 After thinking about things for a long time, there will always be a way

"When your ex-husband and your ex-husband's brother chased you from the distant sea and forced you to the door to ask for someone to return you, why didn't you stand up and go home with them?" Hector said.

"I did something embarrassing, and then I went back to the same place, and I didn't have the face to see those relatives and friends. Everywhere is the same life. Helen said.

"Is it Prince Paris who won't take you back?" Hector said.

"It was neither of us who wanted to, and then it got bigger and bigger, and at first we always thought that it would be over...... Helen said.

"It's mainly because you refuse to go back to your ex-husband's house, not that Paris is completely alone and doesn't want to let you go!" Hector said.

"Of course, a woman, who wants to eat fine, marry this family today and marry that family tomorrow, who doesn't want two pieces of face." Helen said.

"You are now on your way back to your ex-husband's house at sea, how are you feeling right now? Is it voluntary or helpless? Hector said.

"It's the helplessness of the willingness, and the helplessness of the willingness." Helen said.

"You are absolutely right in what you say, except that the answer is false. There are some things, you are voluntary, and if you are not voluntary, you can't just live for yourself, sacrifice your own small, take care of everyone's big, and do it as a last resort. Hector said.

"Brother, shall we come to the sea to fish and eat?" Helen said to Hector.

"Will you? If you can, then you will fish, and you will be idle anyway. Hector said.

In this world, darkness and light are divided in half, the dark night has passed, the light day has come again, hope and disappointment always alternate with each other.

Helen caught a fish and fished Hector out of her tears. Our brave and good fighters, our iron-clad men, and our so-called heroes are simply vulnerable in front of beautiful women. He wept bitterly, and caught only one fish for Helen, though it was less than a pound.

"Brother, eat fish quickly." Helen said.

"You eat, brother is not hungry." Hector said.

"Do you think I eat my own fishing? Definitely. If it weren't for the sake of fishing for you, I wouldn't have thought of this stubble at all. If it weren't for you, I would have starved to death and wouldn't have thought I could fish. Actually, I really don't know how to fish, but I think about it, when we have eaten everything, we don't know how far and how long we will have to go by sea, and we will have to starve to death. Helen said.

"My Helen," said Hector, "what do you use to make tackle?" ”

"I thought about what I could do out of my fishing tackle." After thinking about things for a long time, there will always be a way. So I took off the earrings, got some long hairs from my head, and made them into little ropes and hung them on the earrings. I thought about it again, what can I do as bait? I've been thinking about this for a long time. Helen said.

"But you caught the fish anyway, my Helen." Hector was already in tears.

"I tied the earrings to my fingers and put my hand into the sea, and when a fish came to eat and bite my finger, I lifted my hand. My fingers came out of the fish's mouth, and the earrings tied to my fingers were already hooked into the fish's mouth......" Helen said.

"My Helen." Hector simply called Helen by name.

"Brother." Helen said only one word.

"Brother." Helen had only said one more word, but she had already brought the fish to Hector's mouth.

Hector couldn't see Helen's appearance clearly, tears just couldn't help but flow, as if a white cloth was covering his eyes, and the outside world could only see a little through the eyes of the white cloth.

The royal son, the brave and good fighter, the iron man, he is eating raw fish. Although the fish is eaten raw, it is sweeter and more fragrant than any delicacy eaten at the palace.

(Tigers eat when they are hungry and crazy, is there such a reason for survival?) Definitely. This is a pure ugly law of survival, tigers can eat, so can there be people in the world who are starved to death? Definitely. ）

It's been a long time since I caught my first fish. Hector's body became stronger and stronger than before, and the lust in his heart began to gradually rekindle, as if a small wind was blowing against him. From the smoldering fire to the fireworks, this little wind is the beauty of Helen, there is no doubt about it.

Before the fire burned, Helen did not dare to act rashly. Before Hector's body had recovered to be as strong as a bison, she tried her best to keep her flames in half-light and half-darkness, so as to inform them that the two fires were gradually forming a close friendship.

(Write a south, half past eleven, today is the fifth day of the fifth month of May, come in the evening.) ）

The so-called heroes and tigers are caused by the natural environment. If there were no dogs or anything else in the world, the tiger would eat, because no dog would see it, or anything else, and it would be equally honorable to eat as if it didn't eat. It's like there is only one person in the world, he doesn't have the agency to be a hero, and he doesn't have the opportunity to be a hooligan. You are the only one in the world, who are you going to rape? You go to be a hero, who you compare with, and without comparison, you can't generate heroes.

The so-called heroes of man are also because there are human beings, and they are built on the basis of human beings.

Why tigers don't eat is their natural nature. Afraid of dog jokes, because he is born to be one level higher than dogs. This is something that the tiger cannot know about itself, and this innate nature makes it not know that it is innate, but only thinks that is something that cannot be eaten. It's like people think that soil is something that can't be eaten. This is all arrogant, this is the philosophy of the future, and it is still a blank.

Hector has gone to another world, and now there is no environment for him to be a hero, and no one can see him eating. He doesn't eat and he can't be a hero, it's not that his own environment changes his nature, but that his nature is divorced from the natural environment. In other words, in a world without people, gold is also earth. For example, gold that lives on the outer earth.

Our Hector, at this time, is a piece of gold from outer space Earth, and Helen is in a spaceship to space.

Helen's first son was named Asia. (Added at the time of submission.) At that time, there may have been a little bias when I wrote this sentence, but the writer himself was Asian, and the boss was too. ）

Hector has already landed on an unnamed island, and our Helen is already a mother with a child. The second child is in the womb again, and the name has been chosen, called America.

"Helen," said Hector, "we have come to eat fish, and Asia has brought us a lot of fish." The boy was so sturdy that he caught fish in the sea as he was collecting firewood on land. He was in the sea, like a fish, and could not die. ”

"Here we go." Helen cocked her stomach and walked with her hands like the oars of a boat, rowing backwards one at a time.