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3 In many cases, what kind of strangeness of those is very strange and very real there,

It's obviously a person I am familiar with, but suddenly I became such a strange person, and I became very strange in front of my eyes.

It's so familiar, but all of a sudden I feel a kind of difficulty in communicating, and in that I suddenly feel like I can't communicate.

It is the person he is closest to and most familiar with, but he faces the person he is most familiar with a strange and cold gaze.

Sometimes, to the person closest to his sister, he takes a very cold and unfamiliar gaze, which is also a kind of cruelty.

It's just a kind of cruelty that is ignored and ignored by oneself, a kind of cruelty that oneself seems to be insensitive to feel there.

I can't feel my own cruelty, only, my own indifferent attitude, to my own side,

This kind of indifference and absent-mindedness can be felt in the surrounding people, and only then can they feel this cruelty there, and they also feel a kind of hurt in it.

It may be that there are no words, it may be no action, or even no attitude, just in that numbness and coldness,

A hurt that is felt, a hurt that has been ignored and ignored, is no longer so close,

It's no longer so friendly, it's no longer so gentle, it's no longer a perception and feeling that I've been familiar with.

But they all produced an unknown sense of wandering and trance in it. In that indifference, the truth is to live there,

It was as if he had died there, as if he had died there for a long, long time, not knowing that it was his own heart that had died.

It's still a dead body, or a dead love and enthusiasm for life.

It was a life as calm as stagnant water, and in that still life like stagnant water,

She lived a good life there, and it seemed that she was there to feel a death, as if she had died out and disappeared there.

Many, many things that can't be found there, and what seems to be something that can't be found there,

Not knowing what had become of all of that again, she was there and suddenly felt a kind of fear and panic,

The snow-white pear blossom floated in the air, it was a petal falling from the flower tree, was that alive?

No, the moment the petals fall from the flower tree, from that moment on, it is dead, that petal,

It can be said that he is dead, but it does not seem to be.

At least the flowers and petals that fluttered in the air, in her eyes, in her sight, were still moving,

There is something that is active and active, and it can be vaguely and ambiguously interpreted there as a kind of living, a kind of living.

It's like something that moves, at some point, can also be substituted for life to equal a kind of living,

A way of living, which seems to be so, and which does not seem to be so, is like the death of a flower that flies in the air,

It's still an unknown, as if it's not completely dead.

She thought she was just a white fox, but if she was a pure white fox, it would be much simpler.

At least there won't be so much worry and depression, she always feels a lot of depression and confusion there inexplicably,

She would always be there for some reason, as if she had brought trouble to herself there.

However, she also believed that it was not her wishful thinking that added so many troubles to herself.

She naturally doesn't want to have so many troubles, but in the face of those troubles, she can't refuse them.

It's as if she can't reject life itself, but as long as she lives there, she will naturally feel a kind of trouble and confusion that belongs to life itself. A lot of it is hard to refuse, a lot of it is difficult to get rid of it, a lot of it is at a loss, and it is still stuck there,

Looking at a small flower gently falling in the palm of his hand, and looking at the distant flowers in the air,

Swirling gently in the whirlpool of the wind, she would be there for a while, blank, hesitating there,

In the blankness and hesitation of that time, it will not be found there, as if in that empty space,

I can't find anything, the air is full of plants, the air is full of memories,

The air was filled with memories, as if it were wrapped in a person's. Man, a lonely man,

Sometimes, there will be shivering, there will be cold, there will be shivering, there will be feeling alone,

So...... needs to wrap, and looks forward to wrapping, whether it's her clothes or her appearance that wraps her,

Or in the arms of another person, the white fox's spirit seems to have no judgment and choice there.

In those hesitations, in the amazement, I want to admit something there,

It seems that there is a good desire to affirm something, to know what is wrong there,

Some of the things seem to be messy there, but there will still be some expectations, in the numbness and paralysis, an unknown expectation and expectation,

In the unknown of that life, it seems that there are many, many expectations and expectations in it and in itself.

Who doesn't want to look forward to a better tomorrow, look forward to a better life, but also look forward to a better self,

So, it takes more and redoubled effort, however, it also seems that there is an expectation of a better person, or ...... He.

She really has some expectations that some of Ye Luo's shortcomings can be there and can be changed there,

However, a failure is a failure, and a failure with a little shortcomings is more like a failure, should she tolerate him like this?

Perhaps, he also thinks that she is a yin spirit with shortcomings, and she is also a little fox with very shortcomings.

But why did he still want to go to the realm of her.

Why does she seem to have a heart that wants to be close and close, but there are times, some times, she wants to get closer,

But I may feel some difficulties inexplicably, something that is difficult to get close to.

She was in that strange confusion and torment, and she took a deep breath of the air that shouted the fragrance of flowers,

But it is the salty breath with tears, and the fragrance of flowers has long been invisible, and what remains seems to be only salty and sad.