143 The depth of trouble

It's a kind of helplessness, it's also a deep cowardice and fear, just trying to get out of the memories there,

Those painful and enduring memories, he thought that his painful endurance and endurance had ended there,

But he was still there to be intolerable, and there he was unacceptable, and he was unacceptable to the pain of his patience,

And the endurance and endurance of pain is just the beginning?

That's what he can't accept, pain, always there to suffer, life that belongs to him always seems to be there to be endured,

Always need to be there to endure the pain and endure the pain and endure there, but still at a loss in that place,

Still there, suffering patiently and enduring, he began to wonder what was the cause of all this?

In that path of endurance his heart began to waver, and his heart began to waver in that place,

He didn't know what he was doing at first, and he still didn't know what he was holding on to there.

He wasn't sure what he was holding on to there. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems that everything has become meaningless and useless there.

He's just there, he's just confused, he's still doubting himself, and he's starting to become a little unable to accept himself.

I can't accept the path I really have chosen. He began to lose sight of the future and the future of the path he had chosen.

He was just there confused, he just felt that there was a confusion ahead, and the future was uncertain.

It was dusk, and in the evening of that dusk dusk, Ye Luokong walked all the way with the Changhong Sword in his hand, all the way forward.

He wanted to find the future, he wanted to walk. Just walking with a loose mind.

When he was a little distracted, he would miss his little fox so much, and he wanted to see her.

Then, stroking her snow-white fluff, he would be much better, and if he stretched out his hand,

She could kindly stick out her tongue and lick his palm, and he would feel very comfortable, but......

However, he had already walked out of Li Xianxian's house, and he had already walked to a lawn by himself.

He was just there basking in the yellow glow of the setting sun, and then, he was just there quietly thinking about what the little fox was doing.

However, he couldn't figure out what the little fox would do now.

He just felt some annoyance there, and shook his head helplessly, as if sighing, and with a sense of pleasure that he himself could not hide.

He smiled so casually that at that moment, he didn't even realize that he was laughing there.

He was often separated from each other from the Minstrels, and this time, when he finally made up his mind to meet her,

He didn't know what the reason was that they had to stay away from each other again.

There is a distance between them again, whether it is a spatial distance or a spiritual distance, the little fox seems to really have some distance from himself, and what kind of run-in he has.

He didn't particularly know, and he didn't seem to bother to understand. However, he couldn't help but want to figure it out.

Everything seemed to be in a trance and messy there. Everything seemed to be quiet and peaceful there.

Because no matter how much he had been hurt, he had healed there, although he still had scars.

But, more or less, he was already healing there.

When he thought he was there and nothing was going on, everything didn't seem to be like that.

Everything seems to be messy there, as if everything is messy and trance-like.

And where does the wheel of time spin?

Anyway, it won't reverse, time will never go backwards, and time always passes so evenly.

Time always passes there, but in that same time, just by personal perception and feeling,

It was a time that was sometimes fast, that was passing quickly, and sometimes it was slow, and the speed at which time passed there was really too slow, too slow.

For the grasp of time, time is not only invisible, but also not an object, not only invisible and untouchable, but also ...... uncontrollable,

In addition to cherishing and wasting, it is a time that can no longer be turned back, and time is also objective.

It's just that in that I become a little confused, and in it I find something more and more difficult,

It's just that in the orbit of time and the crowd, everything seems to be there to share his time,

It's as if his time can't be owned by himself, it's just that it's there not to get in the way of anything.

It's as if you don't want to get in the way, and it seems like it's impossible there.

Is it that it is always so difficult to choose on a person's path, as if there is always no choice?

I don't know why everything is getting more and more messy there,

He hoped that he was not a person who was often angry and angry, and he was even more reluctant to be too rude and rude to the little fox he wanted to cherish, and he did not want to be too indifferent.

However, there are times when there are things that he cannot control, as if they are beyond his control.

Everything in the world seems to be messy there, and it is bursting there like a bubble.

Like one bubble after another that is easy to break,

Just on the track of the long distance time there,

It seems to be such a long road of life, in that long road of life that belongs to you,

That road of life is a road that is getting longer and longer, and it is also a road that seems to be getting messier and messier there.

It also seems that the road is getting narrower and narrower there, as if he has chosen the wrong path, and it is also a wrong path,

However, he already had no choice there.

When he couldn't make the choice of what to do again, he could only struggle there.

However, it was a road that went further and narrower, and he was a little confused there.

When he couldn't go backwards, when he couldn't walk any further, he could only stop there.

He didn't want to stop, but he couldn't walk,

When he couldn't go back, he could only choose to stop there, and he could only choose to stay there.

Because everything seems to have been forgotten there, as if it had been forgotten there, confused and hesitant.

It's a kind of annoyance, like a disturbing and incomprehensible thing.

It's a kind of trouble, like an ordinary self-inflicted trouble in the midst of the blandness.

Maybe those faint little troubles are just some ordinary self-seeking troubles, and he really wants to get out of them.

He just wanted to get out of that boring mood, he just walked there, and he wanted to be there alone.

He didn't want to go too much to blame for anything, such a time, such a calm and peaceful time,

It was also a rare and precious time for him.

There were still too few peaceful and quiet moments he could have.

He was just there to cherish it, he was there to take a deep breath, he was there to inhale the scent of plants,

I want to see everything I can see there.

And then he was there to try to cherish it, and he wanted to try to cherish what he had.

Perhaps, we will face a lot of messiness again, and we will have to face a lot of confusion and contradictions.

Everything is at a loss in that place.

Is that a feeling and emotional annoyance?

Or a sense of powerlessness in tossing and turning, in the trivialities and difficulties of life,

One is messed up, the other is made a little frightened, some scared, some afraid,

It's just trembling there, just not being able to face what you can't face.

Why is everything so annoying, why is there so much annoyance,

And why in groups of people, I can't always find someone who can cooperate with me, it seems.

In the relationship between people, it seems that either you cooperate with others, or others cooperate with yourself.

And in the midst of their efforts to cooperate with one another,

Everything seems to be not so satisfied.

It's not that much to be able to follow your heart.

It's as if it's always unbearable there, as if it's always there.

In the midst of that chaos, it was as if there was no choice, and it seemed that it became difficult to choose among them.

It's just that there's nothing that seems to be pinned on there.

Maybe it's really not always possible to simply pin what kind of wishes and intentions on others,

We shouldn't take the future for granted, because the future is based on the present.

There is always something that needs to be solved step by step, and there is always something that needs to be solved slowly there.

There's a lot of trivial stuff that's piled up in there, and there's a lot of trivial mess of what,

It also seems to be piling up there endlessly.

It is also piled up there in the mouth of the heart, like a cloud.

It's as if it's piling up more and more, and it's like it's piling up more and more there.