PS: I'm so embarrassed because of the disconnection today, my God, when I applied for the contract, I was disconnected, and there was still a rhythm of death, and it was painful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info today's clicks are 2273, yesterday it seems to be 2210, a minus, about 63, thank you for giving 63 clicks, I recently know, why there are diving readers, the reason, diving reading, is not to support An An, is not to support An An's writing, if so, someone does not support it...... Well, speechless, do not comment. Diving is diving. To the relatives who have not dived, thank you for your click, thank you for your support, An An's long-term writing road, need the support of your relatives, if, "Smoke with the Wind" has no readers, then, the author will exist in name only, without readers, there will naturally be no author, An An's existence needs you. Really, thank you very much for not diving and reading "Smoke with the Wind", An An has the urge to hug you, so bleak, what a lonely road, on the lonely road of writing, An An can't do without the support and companionship of relatives, really can't do without! Finally, thank you as always, thank you for clicking on the friends, thank you for the friends who have not reduced the collection, thank you for the recommendation of 388, thank you, thank you very much! Special thanks, thank you Yatu for your recommendation, thank you for the click, thank you for the visit of the death immortals! Thank you very much! Newcomers, new books, there must be a lot of shortcomings, for a while, I really can't write any dialogues and plots, the text is not good, please bear with me! 5 paragraphs today.

100 Confusion and hesitation

Confused in it,

also hesitated in the midst of it,

It's so uneasy,

is also so at a loss,

It's like there's something you can't find there,

It seems to be something that is hard to find there,

It's a kind of injury,

There are thousands of deaths in the heart,

Thousands of deaths,

Difficulty in healing,

As if it were a wound,

It is also a wound that cannot be healed,

will be confused in it,

will also wonder in the confusion and blankness,

Fearful,

Afraid.

All she knows is that she is with her,

Just a lonely man,

On that lonely path,

Unaccompanied,

Nor did they go with it,

Just there is a man's way,

Walking alone,

And then when you are alone,

Learn to be strong,

In that it learned to work hard,

To be strong, to struggle, to be brave, to be not afraid.

You will encounter many, many pains in that pain and sorrow,

will also be in the midst of many, many pains and helplessness,

Feeling hard to find,

It was as if he was completely sleepy and weary in the midst of it,

Is it something that was hard to explain in it,

It also seems that it is difficult to find there,

What is hard to know,

There's a lot of things that will be chaotic in there,

It seems to be hidden in there,

Many, many helpless and helpless things,

will tremble in it,

Trembling and sorrowful, cold and feverish, and shivering.

What is there is something that is not warm there,

There is something that seems to be hard to find in it,

It's hard to find something,

will also be confused in it,

will be restless in it,

It's as if something is silently swallowed up in it,

It seems to be something that will be swallowed up there silently.

will be restless in it,

will be confused in it,

It seems to be there to die and die in general,

What kind of difficulties exist,

What kind of unknowns exist,

What did you want to avoid in the face of the unknown and difficulty?

And what I wanted to escape and escape from in it,

will burn in it,

Burning there like a flame,

It also seems that there will be so exhausted and gasping for breath,

Something that was at a loss in that panting,

I also felt a kind of hurt in that powerlessness,

In the midst of that hurt and tearing,

is a kind of indifference,

It seems that there is some kind of silent indifference in it,

will be there to forget all all the indifference,

And I can't feel anything in that forgetting and forgetting,

And I can't find anything in it,

In the midst of that struggle and pain,

Occasionally, not always there will be some small complaints,

Some petty grudges and resentments,

But everything will eventually be forgotten there,

Eventually, it will be forgotten there.

It's as if you're going to forget and forget all the happy or unhappy things there.

It's all unknown there,

It seems that there is nothing to be found and found there,

It will be empty there, like an empty heart,

It's like a heart that will die completely there,

It's just being used in there,

Just to be laughed at in the midst of it,

Sorrowful in the midst of that exploitation and ridicule,

In the midst of the harm of exploitation and ridicule,

Indifferent,

The heart was indifferent little by little in that.

The heart is in it, silently dead and dead.

I want to care about something, but I can't care about it there.