3 Life needs to carry weight, and it seems that it also needs to bear some weight,

And you still need to make some patience in it,

Maybe it's a little bit of forbearance, or maybe it's a lot of forbearance,

It's always hard to find something in there,

It is also in the midst of all kinds of entanglements and struggles that cannot be found and found,

It's already something that I can't look back on,

It also seems that there is no more power to explain and discover anything. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In that air, he didn't know if it was because the weight on his shoulders was too heavy,

He just seemed to be there as if he had heard an explosion.

It's as if I heard a rumbling explosion in the middle of it,

It seems to have come from a far, far away place,

However, it seems that it will soon spread far again.

And she can hardly discern where she came from.

Was it an explosion in his mind, or a big explosion inside a large rock on his back.

Because of a lot of fantasy, because of a lot of similarity,

There will be a kind of surprise in it, and in that deep surprise,

Suddenly, I found that I couldn't do anything there.

It's also a kind of general that can't help anything,

It seems that there is something that I want to do again,

It's like there's nothing you can do there.

I want something very light and light there,

And it seems that there can't be lightly fainted something,

It's all heavy something,

is a precipitated component,

The kind of sedimentary weight,

What kind of perseverance is needed,

It is necessary to work very hard and be strong there to bear and bear,

But there will still be at a loss to find out what exists and what is getting weaker and weaker in it.

It's the helplessness in that weakness,

There's nothing you can do.

And in the end, it had to be swirling in the air,

And in that air is still, resting,

It's also so silently and silently patient.

Something that has never been found, something that has never been found,

Just when nothing was found, nothing was done,

It's a physical load,

It also seems to be a reminder from the body,

is a reminder of overload,

It's like a reminder of physical exhaustion.

will feel the sins and destruction of the body in it,

The health of the body is in that little by little, it has to be violated and harmed.

And in that weariness and weariness,

He didn't know if he had to endure it.

Do you have to endure it,

It seems to be dying there, it seems to be dying there,

It's as if every step you take, you're going to die there.

It's a rebellion, and it seems to be a rejection,

But in the midst of that rejection and rebellion,

found that there was nothing to do, and that there was nothing to do,

It's a difficulty, like something that's getting more and more difficult,

It's as if on the verge of collapse,

Completely festering something,

It's as if there's a complete festering thing in the body itself.

It's like a kind of festering of the internal organs.

Or will it struggle there?

It's like a struggle for self-harm and self-harm,

is that there is no choice, no excuses,

It's also a struggle there without cause or reason,

It's something that can't be piled up,

And it seems that it can't accumulate there,

It's also something that can't be accumulated,

It seems that what exists there is something that disappears in it,

Something that disappeared longer and longer,

It's a kind of hesitation and hesitation,

In the midst of that hesitation and wandering,

A kind of melancholy that swayed from side to side,

Like that cradle childhood.

He's a child who has barely experienced a mother's love,

However, in the bottom of his heart, this kind of absence,

It doesn't seem to be reflected, and he doesn't know if he has this deficiency.

There was only one hunter father, but Wei Wuxian already felt content,

He already thinks it's good, it's enough,

And as for the fact that it was just the owner's house that he hired to work,

He also felt that the master treated him well, and about the lack of a mother,

What he lacked was maternal love, except for the occasional sight of a woman holding a baby in her arms,

Or when you put the baby in your arms to sleep,

He's still there thinking about how nice it would be if he had a mother.

But it's just a thought, it's just a casual thought.

And he didn't think much about it, because a lot of what was there to hide and think about was meaningless and useless, and it didn't seem to be like that.