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81 Sudden change

Is it the body, or the inner change, what kind of change, just there quietly and silently changing, as if the awkwardness of pain in life and the twitching and painful nerves, and as if there will be a kind of trivial and difficult struggle pain, will be in that pain, will be in that pain, a kind of physical pain, is the body is in pain, the body is not supported there, it is a kind of physical strength, it is a kind of physical exertion, and it is also like the erosion of disease, Sickness is there in the body, and sickness is there that it hurts every part of the body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are a lot of things that can't be discovered, there are things that are throbbing in pain, and there are also what kinds of struggles and things that are struggling and entangled, which is a kind of physical and mental injury, but also a kind of physical and mental fragility and cowardice, a kind of physical cruelty, what can't be borne there, what kind of physical powerlessness, a kind of physical inadequacy, will be painful in every part of the body. Everything is also real there, a real threat, a real threat, a kind of weakness in the face of reality and weakness, where the weak are powerless, where the weakness is suffering, and what kind of damage seems to be lingering there.

The long-term pain, the long-term physical pain, and the pain that seems to belong to the wounded and forgotten, what kind of sadness and sorrow, what kind of sadness and sorrow there is broken, what is not supported there, as if there is some kind of wreckage, as if there is nothing left, what kind of wreckage and dregs is like nothing, that is the struggle that belongs to life and body, what kind of struggle is there pain and pain, and what kind of struggle seems to be at a loss in it, There's something that's hurting there. It's something that can never be understood, and something that seems to be forever there that you can't recognize and recognize.

There is a kind of escape, what you want to escape from when you are sad, is the powerlessness and melancholy of every body and mind in breathing and exhaling, and also in that powerlessness and melancholy, the struggle of every cell in the body, and the bubble of pain in that struggle, and the pain and forgetting in that bubble, which seems to be something that is difficult to wait for there. What kind of self-preservation, what kind of hurt there, is a continuous injury, and it hurts in that hurt, it is a very painful struggle, and it is also something that has been forgotten for a long time in the painful torment. There's something that's being blocked. There is something that is constantly hindered there, and there is something that constantly pains every nerve, and in the pain of every nerve, it is just the powerlessness of one's heart, and what is at a loss.

What is sad there, what is sad there, what kind of cruelty is there, what is cruel there, what is cruel. What is there is disappears there, what kind of problems there are also magnified in it, and it is magnified without limit, as if all the injuries and injuries in all the magnification. It's something that jumps all of a sudden, it's something that suddenly finds, it seems to be something that can't be found anymore, there's something that's being disturbed there, there's something that's constantly being disturbed and disturbed, and there's constantly being disturbed and disturbed, and it's a kind of torture in life, and it's also in that torture, trying to bear it, and trying to bear it there strongly.

It is a kind of loneliness, it is a part of loneliness, it is a kind of loneliness that is difficult to avoid, and what is in that loneliness is that it is dissatisfied, and it is also difficult to find and what is difficult to do, as if it is something that cannot be done, as if it has never been found and discovered, many things that cannot be found there, many things that are difficult to find there, and there are many things that are vacant and empty there. It is a kind of emotional loss of control, a kind of emotional confusion, and a kind of distorted emotions and mental knots. There is something that is getting farther and farther away, and there is something that is getting more and more difficult there, and what is getting more and more difficult there. It's a kind of something that can't be taken care of.

There is something that is hard to take care of there. It's as if it's very difficult to survive there, as if there is something in life that is very difficult there, very difficult to live. It's like something that can't survive anymore, it's like something that can't survive and survive, it's all the damage that belongs to life and the body. The hurt was there to be wanton, the hurt was there and the pain was twitching. The crying is there for a long time and for a long time, a kind of crying that only belongs to one person, a lonely cry that belongs only to one person, a cry that belongs to a person who is weak there, and it seems to be a long and distant cry.

What is waiting, what is waiting there for a long time, what seems to be there is something that is difficult to wait for for a long time, it is a kind of coldness and indifference, it is a kind of coldness and indifference, there is a kind of coldness and indifference, there is something that belongs to mutual use there, and in that mutual use is something that cannot be refused, what cannot be escaped, and it is still a long, long thing as if there will die and die something. It's a general breath of death, and the oblivion of what kind of death struggles there. It's like what kind of exploitation is there, cold and indifferent pervades it.

It is a kind of unsupport that belongs to life, where it will be so painful, it is a kind of cruelty, as if it is the cruelty that pervades the unknown, it is a kind of indifferent and absolute cruelty, in that indifferent world, I feel a person's loneliness, I feel a person's powerlessness, I feel a person's very weak and powerless breath. There alone is the smell of a wound. A person is lonely there, a person is injured there, a person is powerless there, and a person is there to be distressed, it is a real struggle, it is the pain of what kind of real struggle it belongs to, and what it is trying to maintain and maintain in the pain of that struggle, and it seems that it is something that cannot be done there, and it seems that it is something that cannot be escaped and found. Weeping there, weeping there for a long time, and being there for a long time and sad and powerless.

She fell, when she fell, she fell, there was no one to support her, no one to help her, she could only be there, alone, lonely, but also strong, because she had to do a lot of things, because she had to accomplish a lot of things. Because there are many, many things that cannot be stopped there, because there are many, many things that cannot be stopped there, and there are many, many things that cannot be let go and relax there, and there are completely lost there. It's as if there is something that hurts and hurts there, something that hurts there for a long time and lasts, a pain, it seems to be a forgetting, it seems to be a mistake and a fault, in that long-term mistake and fault. What is missing, what is goodbye, what is difficult to find, what is always impossible to find and find.

There are a lot of things that are not real, there are a lot of things that are hard to find, there seem to be a lot of broken things, what is broken there, and there seems to be something that cannot be sustained and guarded there. It is something that belongs to a person's loneliness and loneliness, and it is as if there is something that is difficult to hand over there. The chaos that went on there was also messy in the chaos. It's a kind of sadness, it's a kind of chaos, and it's also a kind of hard to resist, as if it's something that can't be parried.

There are many, many things that will be sad there, there are many, many things that are disturbing there, there are many, many things that cannot be done there, and there are also things that cannot be taken care of there, just sad there, choose to be strong in that sadness, and choose to be lonely and lonely in it, no sustenance, no support, just choose a person there to be lonely and strong. A man alone there has to bear all the weight. To bear a lot of weight, and in the hard work, I feel a kind of pressure, a sense of labor, and a kind of feeling as if it is difficult to eat there. It's like I can't afford it.

There is always something that cannot be found, and there is always something that cannot be found there, what is there is suddenly empty, what there is there is suddenly shattered, there is something that struggles and jumps, it is a kind of evasion, and it seems to be a kind of physical exertion, what is complained about in that consumption, it is a kind of persistent and continuous complaining, and in that complaining, it is a kind of powerless something, there is something that is sad and powerless, and there is something sad and powerless, and there is sadness shaking the head in it, also there sad and bosom.

It is a kind of thing that is difficult to sustain everything there, what is something that is difficult to find there, what seems to be something that cannot be found there, what is wrong there but what seems to be impossible to find there. What is hiding is what has been avoided there for a long time, and it seems to be something that is difficult to rely on, as if there is something that cannot be relied on there. It is as if it has been shrunk again, as if it is on the road of life, afraid to bear and bear too much weight, in the too heavy pressure and burden, it is a kind of haggard and helpless, a kind of haggard sadness and sadness.

There is something haggard there, there is something forgotten there, there is something that cannot be ground out there, just like what one's heart is consuming on that cold stone, as if it is something that is consumed by pain, and it seems that it is difficult to find something in that pain. There hesitating, wandering, there is something unforgettable, what kind of pressure is constantly being subjected there, under that heavy pressure, a person is alone there crying, there is lonely and hurting, and there is loneliness that is difficult to find, it is difficult to find something, as if there is nothing waiting there.

There is something that is difficult there, as if it is difficult to reach the blue sky, crying in the pain and sadness of ascending to the sky, what there is is there is far away, and it seems that there is something that is getting more and more distant, as if it is more and more unreachable, it is something that is difficult to find in life, as if it is something that cannot be found in life, as if it is something that cannot be found in life. Crying for a long time, like a rain of tears for a long time, also seems to have some kind of hurt there for a long time.

A lot of things are hard to find and guard, a lot of things are hard to hold onto, a lot of things are swaying there, swaying things, as if they belong to their own hearts, as if they belong to their own wounded and fragile hearts swaying there, swaying there from side to side, swaying for a long time, as if they are lost in life, just there are melancholy, just waiting there, there are some patient, It's like a place where you're scared, terrifying, like a demon, like a devil, who is greedy enough to hurt every part of the body, and where it's eroding every inch of the mind. It is the heart that is difficult to find, and it seems to be the heart that is difficult to sustenance, and it seems to belong to the wandering of the heart, and it is the swaying of the heart, what is wandering there, what is sad there, and what is at a loss there.

Crying, crying there for a long time, crying there with difficulty, crying there unknown, will there be companionship? In the midst of that sadness, will there be any company? Will there be anyone there to accompany her alone? Who will it be? Maybe it's just air, right? In that heartache, there is something that has turned into despair there, has become at a loss there, has become difficult and difficult to look back on, something that cannot be looked back.

There is something that is close, there is something that is far away, there is something that is not real, something that has been given up, something that has been let go, no longer struggling to do something, no longer trying to pick up something again. There it was blank. Everything was there and there was a sad blank. It's a kind of injury, and it seems to be a kind of self-harm, what kind of self-harm-like injury exists in that place, and what is difficult to look back on, what is powerless there, and what is vacant there. I don't have to chase anything anymore. No more looking for what is being guarded and searched.

It is something that is not clear, something that seems to be wrong, something that seems to be unreal and sad, something that is difficult to find for a long time, something that has been lost for a long time. Whoever exists there, who exists there, who exists there, who exists there, that is a kind of cherishment, that is a kind of regret, but also a kind of regret, and it is also a kind of powerless retention, perhaps, there will be many, many things there that are completely blank, and there are many, many things that are completely powerless there, and there are also completely impossible to find there. It's just a breath of cold, quiet air there. It's an intoxicating, deadly smell of air and breath.

What is broken, like a ruptured wound, like a mutilated wound, like a mutilated memory, like a mutilated memory, like a mutilated dream. Everything is not real there, everything is there that is difficult to find, where it is sighing, where it is accompanied, where it is also disappearing, there is a cry that cannot be seen, it is a cry that is difficult to find and find. There is something that is difficult to approach there, and there seems to be something that cannot be approached there, and there is something that is suddenly in a trance, and suddenly there is chaos, and suddenly there is something that is not real. It's not real there, it's staggered there, it's obsessed with something in general. What has been precipitated and guarded for a long time.

The breath in that memory is a salty breath, a bitter breath, a cry that can no longer be found, as if the sky is crying there, the clouds understand its heart, the clouds are in that place infecting the sky crying, crying for it, raindrops are the tears that the clouds are sad for the sky, and the tears that are densely covered with tears. And is that really the case? It seems unreal. It's as if there is no truth to be found. It's as if everything is there to find and can't keep there.

The white fox's chanter fell to the corner of the forest, and she fell to the ground, where she could no longer stand, her hind legs tripped over a twig, and fell on the sharp metal. "Click!" Her foot was bitten by the metal clamp there, and soon the place where her leg was clamped was bleeding there, and the slightest trace of blood was very vividly visible on the snow-white face.

The white fox's soul had to sigh helplessly in that place, and perhaps all this could only be blamed on her for being too stupid, for being too careless, and that she was too careless to find anything hidden at her feet. She hadn't paid close attention to the traps around her. In fact, there are no traps in this forest. Yin Ling hadn't thought about it before, and it was difficult for her to guess that there was a trap in this forest, and when she first came, she was caught by this iron clip, and she was completely unable to go any further.

was caught, of course, there was pain in the flesh, but the pain and pain in the flesh were far less deep and helpless than the sighs and sighs in her heart, she sighed there, sighed there, regretted there, and hurt there. Many, many things are escaped there, and many, many things are lost there. There is something there that is lost in pain, there is something that is lost there, there is something that is full of tears and tear stains that is difficult to wait for there, there is something that is unbearable, and there seems to be something that is difficult to do there.

I know that I can't do it, and I know that I can't be popular, but I'm still trying hard there, I want to try it well, I want to try there without giving up, even if it's tears, even if I'm exhausted, even if I'm there to bear all the pain and sadness, or there to work hard to hold on to something, or there to work hard to bear something. Learn to be strong there, learn to persevere, and learn what you forgot there. Because of something far away, because of something very lonely. Also because of something very difficult. There I feel the difficulties, and there I feel the confusion. When she wanted to get rid of that iron clamp, and she couldn't get rid of it there, she just gritted her teeth there and endured there, endured a pain, let something endure there, and endured the pain.

There are many, many things that are constantly at fault, and there are things that are constantly at fault, and there are things that are constantly opposed, and there seems to be something that is constantly hindered there, and it is a painful blow, and in that long and continuous pain, there is something that is lost, and there is something that is re-existent, and there is something that is not real, and there is something that seems to be difficult to do there. It's like it's always hard to do there. It's like you can't do it all the time.

Suddenly appeared, and it seemed to be there and suddenly it was difficult to find, and it seemed to be there and suddenly fell and fell something, as if it was a fall, as if it was feeling some kind of powerlessness there. There she hung her head weakly, she just looked at her bleeding leg, and hung her head weakly, but at this moment, there was a pair of hands, gently holding her eyes, and there she was blindfolded.

The white fox's spirit was there in a state of confusion, she was confused there, but she heard his voice in her ears: "You must have to set you up before you stop, you will always be a helpless and pitiful animal." You white fox, you should be pitied, but why do you have to be violent? ”

The white fox was a little dumbfounded, but the voice, that familiar and gentle, was a voice that she was very, very familiar with, and it seemed to be a very unfamiliar voice. I don't know how many times I've missed him in my heart, how many times I've missed him in my heart, and when the sound of the frustration finally rang in her ears again after a long time, she felt that her whole heart seemed to be there in an instant, but she would still be there, and for some reason she was very cowardly and incapable of crying. The wet tears fell and flowed on his hands.

He felt the wetness of his palms, first a little surprised, in a trance for a while, and after a while, he seemed to understand something, as if what kind of sunshine shone into his heart, as if there was an inexplicable spiritual resonance, he was a little helpless there but suddenly enlightened there, where he sighed and laughed: "You white fox who can't help it!" Don't run around in the future! There are so many traps in the forest! ”

Time seemed to stand still in his pretended relaxed laughter, and she almost wanted to freeze this warmth and beautiful memory in her heart for a long time, if she never woke up again, never came out of this moment, how good would it be, how good would it be, how good would it be? And everything will actually be like a bubble, just in an instant, it will ...... Ashes...... There are some possibilities that exist very realistically.