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34 Illusion of nothingness

The enchanting woman Yun Die suddenly said sharply: "Yin Ling, you look up, look up at me, and tell me the truth, otherwise, your next road will be very difficult." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yin Ling just looked up a little confused but unmistakable, looking at Yun Die's eyes were a pair of extremely confused eyes, what kind of pain there was, what pain there was in the eyes of those two pairs of eyes, and there was a hot current of pain rolling in the bottom of her heart.

Tumbling, not forgetting, and not giving up, there is some pain, that is at a loss in nothingness and exhaustion, in the midst of that helpless pain, you can only choose to look at it for a long time, gaze and stare for a long time, gaze at that pair of eyes, gaze at those eyes that seem to see through your own eyes, see through your own heart.

Yin Ling only felt puzzled, when she Yun Die could really see her heart from her eyes, then why couldn't Yin Ling treat Yun Die like this? But is all this necessary and necessary?

Why is all this necessary? What is the pain, what is the unknown in life, what is there in the confused unknown, what is there where the heart trembles, what is there in the heartbeat, the heart is beating and the heart is throbbing, it is so trembling and helpless, it is so forgetful, and it is so long to forget, as if it has lost its memory.

For a while, the bard seemed to feel that she had lost her memory, as if she had suddenly forgotten everything, and she felt that she was so uncontrollable that she had forgotten something, and that she had forgotten something, that she had forgotten something, as if she had forgotten everything, as if she had forgotten everything.

In the whirlpool of memory, there is something dizzy, there is something forgetting, there is some pain, there is something jumping and beating in the bottom of the heart, unconsciously, the heart is jumping in that place, the heart is jumping in that place, the heart is jumping in pain, forgetting one's life and death, handing it over, and so on.

It was as if it was bleeding, as if it was bleeding somewhere in the body, bleeding so painful blood, the pain of life, so tormented, so helpless and helpless, where the clock was ticking.

Where is the direction of the heart, the heart is so lonely and helpless, lonely and undoubtedly searching, she is just trembling, just afraid, there is something warm flowing in her heart, what kind of blood, she is not particularly clear, just melancholy, just chaotic, and then, so and so forgetful, so and so forgetful.

It was a high mountain, so high and high, who wanted to go over the mountains to find the world outside the mountain, but she was just empty, she just sighed deeply and helplessly in the face of the huge mountain, and sighed so long, there was something there that was not intentional, nor unintentional.

Suddenly she was so panicked, confused, anxious, and then she was at a loss, she was at a loss, she was so excited, her heart was trembling, her heart was crying, her heart was thirsty, she didn't know what to do, she was so at a loss that she didn't know what to do with her heart, and she couldn't do anything with her sad and sad heart.

She was just so helpless, just panicked there, wanted to get closer, wanted to find, but suddenly found that there was something between them, as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, always so and so difficult to approach, always so and so hard to find, and then so and so dead silence, as if it was a new dead silence.

The dead silence of life has something to lament there, there is sorrow, and then something flows in it, bubbling and flowing incessantly, the gurgling water of life, there is something that you don't want to forget, there is something that you can't forget, because it's so much that you can't give up.

It's hard to let go, it's impossible to do it, it seems to be really impossible to do it, it seems to be very difficult, it seems to be really difficult to do it, and then it cries, and the weak woman, like a weak child crying there, trembling and crying there, crying from the night to the dawn, crying from dawn to dawn, and crying from dawn to dark, not dark, but crying blind and crying that she can no longer see anything, and she can't find anything.

Waiting there, waiting there quietly, waiting there quietly, is such a long wait and waiting, what are the memories, in the memories of the warping, in the breath of crying full of memories, there is something missing, as if it is all the taste of longing, the thoughts are twitching there.

She misses who she misses, she misses him, but he is not by her side, when the person she misses is not around, she has to leave empty memories in her life, it is so long and distant thoughts and memories, the depths of the memory are painful, uncomfortable, but still patient, as if an empty shell in the last end.

In the last moment of that little bit left, only the last perceptual feeling left, and that last perceptual feeling, was the pain and pain, she had nothing to do in that place, she trembled so much in that place, and then, waiting, waiting for so long.

Sometimes I have to comfort myself like this, don't cry, don't cry easily, hold back the tears, let what is long-term, let the worry of memory be long-term, let the breath of nostalgia in memory be long-lasting, let what dream be so long, what is in her stomach and stir her belly, she seems to feel that the intestines in her stomach are about to break.

There she saw a man, and suddenly she saw a man, a man who disturbed her heart, and her heart was disturbed and messy, but suddenly he disappeared, like a dream, and she had to stand in the air where the center of gravity was unstable, and the ground under her feet seemed to be soft, as if she could not stand firm even on the ground under her feet.

She muttered in her heart, Yin Ling, Yin Ling, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? She asked, she was confused, she was puzzled, but she seemed to be difficult to answer, she couldn't hand over an answer, she couldn't give herself an answer, and then, she was so lost, where she was so lost and what kind of reality she was accepting again, but what kind of sad reality she was accepting.

It was as if the reality was so incomprehensible and unforgettable, that there was a taste of pain, that the nerves of some pain twitched all over her body, as if the nerves of her whole body were twitching there, but she was there to do nothing, she didn't even have a way, she just had no way at all.

She was worried, she was afraid, she was scared there, she was terrified, she was at a loss there, and unconsciously, it seemed that she had to forget and forget something again, there was something nostalgic, it would pull the very throbbing nerves in the memory, and in that throbbing, there was still something warm.

There was a warm current of heat that flowed slowly through her heart, so and so slowly, so slowly and so deeply, what kind of joy, what kind of joy, what kind of joy made her heart, so that she couldn't help but shake her heart, and then so and so that she forgot about it.

So drunk and so drunk that she forget, forgot something, something long dream, there, there was a pair of hands, a pair of warm hands leading her to walk.

It was as if she felt like she couldn't walk. She felt as if she had become smaller, a child, like a child who needed to be led by an adult.

She needed it like this, she needed his traction, she needed his big hand to pull her, and let him lead her, so long, long road, because there was one who led her to walk, and the lonely and long road began to become less lonely and less difficult.

But she began to weep, crying there with difficulty and helplessness, and crying for a long time, crying like a long and dreamy wandering, and there was some sad back-current in her heart like a tide.

She was a little overwhelmed for a while, she was a little dreamy at that time, she felt a chaos in her mind, she felt that her mind was so chaotic, and then, it was so and so falling, falling.

And so she fell into the water again and again, and she felt as if she was about to lose her breath in the full water, and she felt as if she was about to lose her breath, and she began to wonder if she was so long ago that she could not breathe.

She struggled there, struggled there with difficulty, every minute, every second, every moment of her life, struggled there in pain, but it was a struggle to not be able to make a new choice, so that she could not give up, and so much so that she could not easily say that she would give up.

She didn't want to give up easily and casually, but what kind of pain was there, twitching all over her body and body, there was something there to cry, tears to her face, tears of pain, sadness, like the tide, with the wind, with the rise and fall of the sun and the moon, endlessly.

Every sound of breathing, the sound of the tide, is as if you can breathe, and miss the pain of breathing, the pain of having to survive every breath, is it just so painful to survive?

The cycle of life, the rotation and waiting of life, is like a chaotic search and waiting between heaven and earth, and then, there is a disease, a disease that tortures people's body and mind, tortures limbs, and she is sick in that place.

The torment of the sickness tormented her so long and long, tormented her body and mind, and then, she tried to hold back, she tried not to let herself weep, and in the midst of that sigh and lamentation, she looked up again, and looked again at a piece of sky, which was a blue sky, and she was looking for the light of the sky in that place.

She was there to guard the blue and clear of the sky, but in that blue, there was a taste of dead silence, she swirled, often the skirt flowed with the wind, the skirt that rippled with the wind, the white cotton skirt that reached the knee, she just wrapped it thinly, she didn't know what she was looking for.

She waited at the edge of the sea, waiting, but as if she was sick and didn't know what she was waiting for, what she was looking for, what memories she had wandered there, fluttering like a gossamer in that wandering.

The gossamer in the memory, pulled by a trace, and like a cloud, the sorrow of the gorgeous white clouds that led the blue sky, and what kind of soft black hair of green silk, for a long, long time, there was something gone, it was so finally gone, finally gone, but she was crying, unable to stop her crying. It's always so long, so long, and it's always so hard to find and hard to keep.

She felt that she was wrong, she felt that what she had been looking for for for a long time suddenly disappeared again, there was something that she had been looking for a long, long time, and it disappeared so suddenly, and what she was worried about suddenly disappeared, it was still a little difficult to accept, she couldn't accept it.

When she struggled to do what to do, he pressed her so the stool, and he pressed her so the stool, and it seemed that she was pressed back on the bed, she couldn't remember it clearly, and everything in her memory was so indistinct, she just felt that she wanted to stand up, and then under his brute force, she had to sit back on the seat again.

In that unknown thought, there was something she did not want, there was something she did not want, but just looking at his eyes, only looking at him like this, she felt that something in her heart was quiet, as if she felt that what her heart had had to be calmed again.

In the silence and calm, she felt his big hand, his warm palm gently grasped her hand, he slowly lifted her hand, and then, some wet liquid dripped down the back of her hand, and as she trembled, he only kissed the back of her hand softly.

In the crying, in the trembling crying, there was the urge to hug his head and cry, and in the impulse to cry and madness, he had to pick her up, pick her up completely, and then, run wildly, together, run wildly. Rushing away from this world, running away from crying, running away from crying, running together, never parting together, crying, long, separated, how long, or goodbye.

"No!" She was so trembling and so helpless that she was shaking and crying, she wanted to struggle to get up, she wanted to struggle so much to say something again, but again he sat down, he just looked at her affectionately, and then, just shook his head, the tears had already fallen, and only tears were left on his cheeks, he who shook his head, who no longer spoke.

She suddenly wanted to scream, screaming like a call, but she found that she couldn't make a sound, she couldn't make a sound, she couldn't say a word. It's hard to talk to a single word.

And she's just so stupid, she's a little angry with herself, how can she be so stupid, how can she be so stupid, how can she be so unreserved, just do nothing and let him go, just let him go for nothing. His back, his turned back, he went like this, did he not come back?

Will she be gone forever and never come back? Thinking like this, she was annoyed, she was angry, but she was angry with herself, she was angry with herself for no reason and painfully, she was so overwhelmed that she just felt reluctant, but it was difficult to keep it.

In that irretrievable moment, the warm kiss of the previous moment, the next moment, the next second, is the turn of the figure, it is whoever is far away, it is whose it seems to be so forever and forever turned around.

When he turned around and disappeared, she suddenly felt a longing to die, something in her life disappeared, as if life had disappeared, she seemed to feel that she was so alive, and even living seemed to have little meaning. She didn't know if she was wrong, she didn't know if she was too worried and forgotten.

It's just that she has such a life, and there is something that is still so difficult to look back and look back, she feels that she is so fragile that she doesn't dare to face it, and she doesn't dare to face the empty air alone, as if the whole air is also full of painful thoughts of memories.

Thoughts were like sickness, like an illness there, and the air was filled with this harmony, and then so that he was infected, and she did not know if she was really sick, or if the pain of longing made her feverish.

She missed the familiar thing that lingered in her ears: "Girl, silly girl, why are you so careless, why are you sick again?" ”

Then, in his reproachful and pitiful care and concern, she felt so sick and feverish, and felt happy like illness, and felt the thoughtfulness and warmth of being cared for, how much she missed such care, how much she missed what kind of care and care in the depths of that memory.

Then, unconsciously, she seemed to be accustomed to this kind of care and care, and she seemed to be dependent again, and when he left, she was sick, and she was sick again and again for a long time, with a high fever, but she lay in the empty and cold room with a high fever, and no one cared about it, as if only death had come, as if she had just waited for a death.