Sometimes, you have to believe that there are angels born in the world.

The first time he saw Shen Ke, two words flashed in Lan Tong's mind - calamity.

Although in the words after Lan Tong, he used gorgeous and beautiful words countless times to describe the suffocating face. From the rotation of the seasons to the stagnation of time and space, from the passionate fields to the barren snowfields, from the bloom of a flower to the drying up of a tear......

But that's always just an ordinary chūnrì. In the warm and cold season, a few rays of lazy sunlight diffusely pass through the thick and dense branches of the sycamore, casting a faint spot of light on the ground.

If you have to use words to describe Shen Ke's beauty, "outstanding" is indeed the most accurate. She's not necessarily the prettiest at any time or place, but she definitely has a charm that will make you unforgettable. Here, one of the words that appears most often in the words of the blue pupil can also be quoted-Bing Xue Intelligent.

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Ice and Snow Intelligence――

The blue eyes, unable to get out of that back for a long time, were like two iron beads, firmly attached to the magnet. Her back was like a spike, flashing with a sharp light, right on the point.

Through the half-hidden window, the blue pupils could clearly see Wang Huijia's delicate smile, and could even count the gray-brown freckles on the tip of her nose.

However, his attention was not there.

The unknown back of that face glowed with a bluish glow in the chūnrì skylight, and the slender figure was outlined by the sunlight with sharp lines. He felt his eyes dizzy slightly, and the light that shook the sky on the earth seemed to pierce his pupils with a sharp light.

Time came to an abrupt end at that moment, the pink cherry blossoms condensed in mid-air with the marks of the air, the blue butterflies crouched peacefully among the stamens of the goose yellow sè, the bright red morning sun was fixed on the blue ocean, and the church bells lingered low in the ears...... In his mind, he imagined colorful pictures, heard the sound of the wind, smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants, tasted the sweetness of spring water, and touched the skirt of time. In the moment of fantasy, he saw the traces of the reversal of time, and he stood on the zhōngyāng of the earth, wrapped in the trajectory of the annual rings of great happiness.

Tears suddenly flowed from the corners of his eyes, and a blurry luster emanated from the depths of his dark eyes.

"What's wrong with me? What's going on......"

Blue Pupil rubbed the corners of her eyes thoughtfully, and was overwhelmed by the sudden tears.

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"What's wrong with me? What's going on......"

Kang Yan in front of the computer, tears suddenly flowed out, like a faucet that couldn't be turned on, slamming down on the keyboard.

He hurriedly pulled over to get the paper towel from the corner of the desk, but the keyboard was still wet. Luckily, it's waterproof.

At that moment, a warm spring vein erupted from his heart, and his internal organs dissolved into it. Glaciers that are thousands of years old collapse and melt in the blink of an eye, moonlight falls, and sea water rises. Under the stars, the Ice Age was covered by rising cháo water.

He couldn't describe the warm current that spread in his heart, the frozen memories of the North Atlantic were awakened in an instant, and the polar bears on the remnants of the ice were confused.

Autumn in Australia is full of fallen leaves. The yellow, orange, orange, and golden fallen leaves flew like crazy in the sky, and then slammed heavily on the ground with a crisp breaking sound.

At this time, what permeates Kang Yan's heart is not the beauty of this colorful and splendid dry autumn, it is another kind of transcendent season and time and space, which can capture you and make you cry.

Purple lavender blooms all over the mountain, giving off a dreamy sheen. The green sè all over the mountains is like smooth satin, extending to the end of the eye, and the colorful sè small flowers are blooming and dotting in between. The wide and winding road is over, deep in the clear and transparent sky, not mixed with a single star of impurities, and it is so blue that it makes people's hearts break.

He felt a tremendous force rising from the depths of his mind, the sound of all kinds of plants pulling out of their joints, the sound of all kinds of animals waking up from hibernation, the sound of the brook flowing at the beginning of the mountain stream, and the sound of the wind blowing through the valley and the forest...... He was deeply intoxicated by the rainbow and magnificent country, and even his breathing became fluttering.

Time seems to be frozen there. The bottom of the pupil of the coffee sè emits a deep and distant light, which makes people want to touch it with their fingers. The light swirled like mist, layers of mist opened, and slowly transformed into a faint figure. The figure went from being incondensed at first to a blurry blur to a clear image of the retina.

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Kang Yan pushed away the chair, slowly walked to the window, and opened the wooden shutters with a bang. The sunlight was overwhelming, and the dimly lit room was instantly filled with white light.

He closed his eyes slightly, hooked the little finger of his left hand, and pressed the thumb and index finger to gently press the Qingming acupoint.

He took a few deep breaths of the air outside the window, and his thin chest bulged slightly, sinking.

A two-storey wooden house, the sè and texture of the original wood have been completely preserved, and from the window, you can see an endless farm, and the golden sè of the autumn harvest is undulating and surging in the pupil curtain.

It's a farm about an hour's drive from Melbourne, and Kangyan came here when he was 12 years old. His uncle is a farmer here and owns several large farms around Melbourne.

Sixteen-year-old Kang Yan stood thoughtfully in front of the shutters, his brown pupils full of white clouds.

The light of the white sè lingered around his body, like a light and ethereal barrier, cutting him off from the world.

A pair of white sè wings as faint as mist, as thin as cicada wings, quietly spread out behind him, and the white sè sky dimmed in an instant.

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This is a boy who has been favored by God. Since giving birth with her mother, when she is babbling and crying, she has the aura of an angel.

A suffocating baby.

Every inch of skin around him was as smooth and delicate as clotted fat, which made the young and beautiful female nurses on the operating table envious, the light brown eyes were sparkling, the pink mouth was like two pieces of jīng carved jade, and the dark hair was wet and sticky to the smooth forehead.

Photographs of him as a baby, framed by the photo studio jīng, are hung all over the streets of the city.

His mother had proudly hugged him countless times, walking through the crowd with her toes proud. At that time, he was a young and beautiful mother, the most dazzling of all the dazzling ornaments. He was picked up by countless strangers and reluctantly put down, including young and beautiful women, bejeweled women, kind-faced old women, lively and lovely children, and innocent teenagers. His crystal clear eyes stared at the people with warm smiles in ignorance, imprinting all those faces in his mind.

Such a stunning and refined child, who does not eat the fireworks of the world, is probably only an angel who has fallen into the mortal world.

However, the angels who have fallen into mortal earth will be baptized by calamity, which is their destiny and God's favor.

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This child will be plagued by calamities in his life, especially by fire and water.

At that time, his mother took him to the temple to offer incense. There are only a few people in the temple at an altitude of 400 meters, the ancient cypress is verdant, and the incense is lonely.

The old nun of Longzhong saw the eyebrows of the baby in her arms, her face was full of panic, she hurriedly stepped back a few years, and vigorously picked the rosary in her hand......

The beautiful mother was puzzled and went up to inquire about the reason.

The old nun just lowered his eyes and shook his head, and there were words in his mouth. Unspeakable. Unspeakable.

The mother's face was full of worry, and she anxiously grabbed the old nun's hand, begging for a reason.

After her repeated begging, Lao Ni finally said a word.

This child will be plagued by calamities in his life, especially by fire and water.