159 Concentrate on it

Under the cover of the night, he just felt that time passed too fast, so fast that he didn't seem to have time to react,

It was so fast that he didn't have much time to review there, and there were many, many more, and before he could respond and take care of it, he had already missed it there. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's as if he had been there quietly alone for a while after an afternoon walk, when in reality he was still there doing nothing,

He didn't do anything, he just had to spend a whole day, and he still felt some guilt and regret.

Time is precious, and at least there is not much time that can be put to good use in your hands.

It's just that many times, he doesn't have to react again until he misses all the time, and he realizes that he has wasted a lot of time again.

But it's just regret and powerlessness in it.

It seems that something has become a reality there, and it seems that it has become a reality that is difficult to change.

He was just there with a deep sigh, and then, too, he had to sigh there at a loss, just turn away, just because he should go somewhere else.

It's just because he's supposed to do something else. One cannot always dwell on memories and regrets.

Time is constantly passing there.

And one can only look forward there, and can only keep looking forward there,

And he still can't turn back, just because he has no time to turn back, and he has no time to turn back.

In the irritable time and life, there are always so many irritable things in that trivial life,

Then, everything seems to be there to be unavoidable, and it is also unavoidable, just sighing there,

It's just that I didn't cherish anything properly, and then everything was shattered there.

Still there is some hesitation, some unknown, a kind of melancholy in memory, he just walks in the endless dark alley,

The lights of some people's houses, the flickering candles and kerosene lamps, glowed dimly in the oil-paper windows.

Ye Luokong walked past these people's homes, walked past the closed doors, walked through the windows,

It was just that there was a lonely stride, and in the quiet alley, it was almost as if he could hear his own footsteps.

The kind of hearing your own footsteps in that too quiet also seems to be a kind of horror, a kind of horror that is too quiet,

It's as if it's going to be quiet there.

It was a very melancholy emotion, but he was also wandering in this melancholy mood and was at a loss.

He was a lonely man, and a very depressed man, and there were always times when he needed to be alone for a while.

However, he was always alone there, so he seemed even more lonely.

Usually when he is very busy and busy, these things still seem to be unnoticed, but in that too quiet,

Ye Luokong will be shrouded in the loneliness that seems to have been forgotten by himself in that busyness.

Especially when he had to walk on a lonely road, just as he walked from house to house, he realized that the warmth and warmth of those families would never belong to him.

He was a man without a home. He was always a lonely and downcast wanderer.

He didn't care about this kind of person in the fighting, killing, and killing.

But, as he walked through that family, he was a lonely silhouette under the night,

In contrast to this, it is the dim candlelight of ordinary families and the warmth and warmth of the family together.

Being close to that kind of warm and warm family life only sets off his loneliness and loneliness even more.

He would have thought about his family too, but he had already fallen out with his family! He can't go back!

His parents won't want him anymore! Especially since his father has already stated that he doesn't want him!

And his mother was a woman who couldn't be the master and was all guided by her husband's words. Ye Luokong is really like there is no way out.

Everything is there to become an iron-clad reality, and in that loneliness and pain,

It was almost there that I felt a feeling of dying, a very torturous pain, and I didn't know why everything was like this.

Still wandering there, still hesitating there, but in that hesitation and wandering everything is completely gone there,

If you don't have a choice, you have to disappear like that, as if you have disappeared there without a trace, without any choice or possibility, or are you struggling there?

It seems that there is no possibility of struggle and no ability to struggle. It's something that can't be cherished, and I haven't cherished anything yet.

Many, many things were completely shattered and dead there. It was something that could no longer be found in the distant and vanished.

You will feel melancholy there, you will feel distant there, you will feel that you can't do anything at all, you can't do it there, and you can't do it well.

What is Reality? What is evasion? What is it that you want to do, what you can't do, and what you can't do well?

That is what belongs to the past and the past, and what belongs to the past, which can no longer be turned back and avoided.

No matter how painful it is, no matter how much regret and disappointment, what is gone will disappear there.

Something that is missing, it will never be found there.

What will be there to feel urging, is a kind of urging pain, a kind of struggle that belongs to urging, will feel pain there, will feel a kind of difficulty of being urged.

In the midst of that hardship and weariness, you will feel that you can't rest and rest.

Just there trying to hold the sword in your hand, just trying there to hold every scar on your hand,

Remember the oath he once made, it was the oath that belonged to his life, and it was an oath that he swore to death!

He can't break his promise! He's going to fulfill his ambitions!

He can't and can't give up anything just there. He can't give up!

His time is running out there! Although there will be a lot of things, it is still very, very reluctant to be there.

But what about reluctance? He will only be reluctant to miss it, and he still has no chance or possibility!

Everything is nothing that can no longer be found, is it just the fault there?

Is it just remorse there? Is it just anger there? If, that's all, he'll just feel like he's a coward, a bad person!