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58 Helen jumped into the sea

The sun rises from the depths of the ocean floor.

Hector and Helen were doing their morning exercises beside the little straw hut, and from a distance they looked like farmers planting wheat, and they had two scarecrows in the wheat field, swaying in the wind.

Is this still human? Definitely. It's literally two handfuls of wheat stalks. Since you can't die, life has to go on, and this is our Helen and Hector.

It's time to make breakfast, and the two of them are using a "cutting hammer". Our Helen put her right hand behind her buttocks, and Hector, who had never been smarter than Helen, raised her right hand on her head, and had already made a hammer or scissors before her head was lowered.

Our clever Helen looked at him with half an eye, and always kept it the same for a while at first, otherwise it would not be interesting at all.

It doesn't matter who wins or who loses, it's mainly a process of playing, you take it directly in one or two clicks, not only will people doubt you, but you yourself will feel that it is not interesting. This is in the love field, officialdom, social relations, all aspects of life, there is an unwritten rule that a smart person plays a fool.

The movements of the two people are similar, they both raise their legs, and they suddenly stomp their feet down when they make a move, don't mention the seriousness and spirit. It's just that if you want to go back a hundred years ago, you can have such an eye blessing, it will kill you.

As far as our Helen naked body in the female companion is concerned, I only let you look at it for a second, and I will ensure that you will not be able to close your eyes for three days and three nights. Why? Does this need to be asked? Definitely. It's fresh, the beauty of the beauties.

And what you see now is just a piece of crocodile skin hanging in the wind, swaying with the wind. Is this God's justice?

(Of course not, this is writing a novel.) The main point of view is that when people get old, they will become not good-looking, and those who have been ungood-looking since they were young will be even more so when they are old. To put it more thoroughly, girls who are good-looking when they are young are still good-looking even if they are put in a coffin after they die of old age, which is of course in comparison. As long as the corpse does not rot into mud, after a few years, when the coffin is opened at the same time, it will look amiable and cute. And it's not pretty in itself, it doesn't look scared to death, and it will be in the mood of regression. ）

"Drink porridge," said Hector, "where is the death, is it taken away by the bald birds?" I don't think that the stupid bald bird, except for the bones and skin, can you still find meat on the body? Definitely. ”

"Ahh Hector hummed a nameless tune as he looked around for Helen for breakfast.

"Where are you hiding to shit, fuck, you still think you're a flower girl, big. There are ghosts who come to see your ass. When you were a flower girl, you said that if someone looked at your ass, they would definitely have sweet dreams at night. But now, if someone looks at your ass, they have to dream about it at night. Exercise. ”

Hector was looking for Helen for breakfast, but he was still exercising in the morning. He landed with one hand and overturned the car with a slap. He struck faster and faster, rolling his body on the ground like a big turntable......

He, who is 10,000 years old, still doesn't do such an action (soup), after all, he is a military general.

"Helen," Hector was looking for Helen again, and he began to run towards the sea, fearing that Helen would jump into the river to die. (It was supposed to be called jumping into the sea.) ）

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Hector was a little flustered at this time, he was running towards the water on the beach, his hands waving in the air, was that still a person? Definitely. It was just a few sticks of firewood, blown by the wind on the beach and rolling towards the abyss of the sea.

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Hector was walking away as if he were being blown away by a gust of wind, and as soon as he lifted his feet, the wind would blow him forward. He was too old to have any more strength. Just now, during the morning exercise, he thought that he was still very young, and if someone came to invade his island, he was also going to make a bronze spear out of a wooden stick, and stab one to death if he came, reproducing the brave and good fighting of the past.

Morning exercise is just a day of meditation. On this desert island where there is no outside life, if you don't insist on morning exercises, you will directly sit people to death, which is something that ordinary people must know, and military generals know better.

But today I ran into a ghost, I just exhausted the strength of the day, and now I have to run to find Helen.

Hector was so angry that he cried: "Helen, where have you been, brother, I am looking for you, don't go to the sea, you can't find the five continents." ”

Ever since the five continents had gone missing, Helen used to go to the seashore to look for or wait for her sons' return. Every time Hector did this, Hector always had to persuade Helen to be carried back to the hut by Hector.

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Hector was on the beach, fell, rested for a while and got up again and ran forward. From a distance, he is like a leaf in autumn, sometimes blown by the wind when the wind is strong, sometimes high and sometimes low, and when the wind is light, it falls back to the ground.

This is an old man in his last years, who was brave and good at fighting back then, and has long disappeared without a trace with time.

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Our Hector, once again, was like an autumn leaf, and the wind was too weak for him to float and he fell to the ground again. He was going to rest a little longer this time, and he was thinking about his brother Paris.

Helen was brought back by his younger brother from the distant sea, and it was his younger brother who worked hard to bring Helen home to be his wife, but unexpectedly, this woman was extremely beautiful, attracting heroes from all over the world to fight.

Now, Helen is gone, and she doesn't know where she is. And the younger brother, I'm afraid he is no longer alive, the life and death of the year, where are the beauties, where are the heroes?

Is the impregnable city of Ilion already conquered by the year and burned to the point that only the remnants of the walls remain?

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Hector, the yellowed leaves of autumn, were once again blown up by the wind. He staggered forward, and in his hazy teary eyes, he seemed to see Helen's footprints.

It should have been in front of the sea, but in front of this old man who was already more than a hundred years old, it couldn't be farther. He could no longer see the junction between the sea and the coast, as if he was already walking in the sea, and as if there was no sea in the world in front of him.

Did Helen jump into the sea and drank all the seawater, or did the sea have long since dried up, and Helen was still walking on this path?