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45 Seek the root

Searching for the roots, looking for a certain part of the mind that does not want to be discovered, and it seems to be such and such a vacant place. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

What kind of blank horror is that, the white shadow of horror is like light, and it is not light, it is a miserable white that will make people lose their vision, what kind of blank, what kind of blank is it, what kind of blank is it, what is it that cannot be found.

It seems to be constantly entangled in something, it seems to be entangled in something again, tangled in there, in that I don't know why, I don't know what to do, I don't know how to find it again.

It will be the throbbing pain somewhere unconsciously, as if it were so sudden throbbing, what kind of forgetting, what kind of forgetting, and what kind of impossibility it seems to be.

What kind of vacancy and blankness is impossible, what kind of trance of the mind, what kind of weakness of the mind, what kind of fall of the mind, and how the heart is so deeply hanging, as if it is impossible anymore.

It will be so sudden burnout, what kind of sudden tiredness, that is a sense of powerlessness, that is a sense of burnout, some tiredness, some exhaustion, some helplessness, and then it is so trance and wandering, as if the spirit is wandering.

It's just that the soul swims out of the body, it's the soul that swims out, it's the soul's disconnection, and it's like it's so suddenly hard to find, it's like, if it's something that can't be found anymore, it's like something that can't be found.

I don't know why, I don't know why, there will be some difficult to give up, there will be some kind of free, there is pain in the free, there is warmth in the free, what kind of strange warmth is in the free, growing up in that strange warmth, working hard to be strong, and persevering, what kind of re-search and as if you can't find what is.

What kind of reincarnation is that, and what kind of sudden reincarnation is there, what kind of sudden reincarnation in the world, is such and such a sudden reincarnation, and then I find my mistake, as if I suddenly feel my mistake, just like a child who suddenly discovers his mistake.

It's like a child who has made a mistake, a child who will be so nervous and trembling, and he doesn't know his right and wrong very well, but he only found out that he shouldn't have found out what he shouldn't be, and only then did he find that he wasn't so good. What is not yet waiting, what is not waiting again.

In that vacancy and blank space that is not waiting, what kind of helplessness, what kind of emptiness, what kind of helplessness, but it can't be found, but nostalgia is so difficult to find, what can't be found, it's so like something that can't be remembered.

It is like the watery years, the time has to go away like this and never return, the time that has passed, the far away, the far away, just like flowing water, so it has to flow away and never come back, what kind of disappearance and dissipation, what has disappeared is difficult to recall.

What is missing is gone, what is not seen is gone, what is cherished again, what is cherished and cared about again, and it seems to be something unknown and unconscious, as if it has always been so difficult to pursue, difficult to find, with such and such an unsearchable breath, as if there is a breath of turning.

The bubble that turned away, like a bubble, in the breaking of the bubble, how and how to re-search in a trance, a new search, a new search, and the search seems to be oneself, as if it has always been so much to find oneself.

If you want to go so well, you have to find yourself, find your own direction, find your own position, just to find yourself, as if you want to find yourself who you have long lost, as if you want to find the memory that has been lost for a long time.

It's so hard to recall, it's hard to find a memory, a certain place that can't be found, a certain place that can't be found, a certain place that can't be found, what kind of too many vacancies and blanks, there are so many and so many too many wandering trances, I don't know how long, just like this and so on continue to ask myself.

How long, how long, and then, where does the wound begin to crack again, and before the wound heals, it starts to open again?

Yin Ling was just in a trance, she didn't know very well whether she was ignoring others, or if she was being ignored by someone unintentionally, but suddenly she felt that she was not so close, that is, she was so suddenly not close, as if she was so difficult to get close, and it seemed that it was starting to become difficult to get close to each other, and it was starting to become difficult to get close to each other.

Something began to separate in there, and the distance began to widen, and it began to grow inexplicably and inexplicably.

So there is silence, and in that silence no more words, so in that silence there is no more good speech.

What feelings are there, it is so unclear to describe, and so unclear for no reason, there is no reason, it is impossible, in the trance and the struggle of dissociation, just when there is some dissociation and powerlessness, suddenly some sleepiness, that thick sleepiness swept in.

There was something struggling in it, like struggling in the midst of that storm. Listening to the wind, listening to the crying, listening to the noise, listening to the silence in the silence, just so silent silence, speechlessness in the silence, retreat in the fog of speech, this is how to retreat and retreat, this is to retreat and retreat, and so and so and so to retreat and one step back, and then disappear, disappear like a cloud of smoke.

It was a sunny day with white clouds, a spring breeze full of joy and what kind of lively atmosphere, what kind of cheerfulness, how it wanted to revive again, how to look for and find the breath of renewed recovery, looking forward to recovery, looking forward to new strength, in the longing of new life, in the disappearance of loss.

What you can't get may not be able to get anymore.

Yin Ling also seemed to have thought, since there was no possibility anymore, since there was no possibility, there was no other choice, so he had to stop looking and looking for something, so he stopped looking. Or do you have to start all over again?

There is always something that is so unclear and incomprehensible, there is too much confusion, there is too much confusion of the sheep, and there is no way to find any way to re-raise what kind of power in this way.

What is heavy is lifted again, what is lifted is not necessarily what kind of burden, what is lifted is a kind of bearing, as if it is the bearing of life, and it seems that life has to be born and die like this, and it is not good to live, not to carry the weight of its life well, as if it is so a little bit sorry for yourself, so what kind of weight is lifted again, what kind of survival, what kind of novelty, how to yearn for recovery and rebirth.

What kind of struggle there is, what kind of struggle is the struggle of life, what is the struggle of the will, what is shaken but does not want to be shaken so easily, what is being sought, what is being searched for again, what is unknown, what is impossible.

Weeping in the impossible, sobbing in the impossible, whimpering in the impossible, whimpering in the impossible, but it seems to be so silent, so sobbing.

It's not so willing, and I don't want it to be just a light wind, but what kind of worries there are, what kind of worries and thoughts are there that can't be forgotten and forgotten again.

At a loss, as if feeling threatened somewhere in his life, the Yin suddenly turned around and said, "Who is it?" Who's around? ”

But there was no echo around, so a rain of arrows came from the buildings that looked around the Yin Ling, it was a big, big rain of arrows, cold arrows from all directions, she just dodged.

She ducked in a corner, under a plank, and then found a large stone jar in a corner, and she stared at the jar as she went, not quite knowing where she was going to run.

She had to hear the sound of "popping" around the vat, it was the cold arrow shooting on the vat, it was the sound of metal and stone, because the stone wall of the vat was very thick, so she didn't have to worry about how much her life was threatened for the time being, just because, just because she was holding the vat, the vat was still too heavy, it was still too weak.

She just felt powerless to continue holding on to that vat any longer.

She felt a little tired, but the arrows kept coming at her vat, and she just kept hearing a loud "crackling" sound all around her, and it was not only noisy and confusing her ears.

And it was so constant that it was stinging her ears, and she just felt the constant "buzzing" sound around her, and the "buzzing" sound was just so chaotic and confusing. She was just gasping for breath, but she was in a trance in the noise.

She continued to stare at the vat with her head and back so weakly and with great difficulty, and the white fox walked forward, and her eyes were blurred, because the vat almost completely covered her, and completely covered her vision, and she couldn't see clearly, she couldn't see everything in front of her.

She just walked forward so mechanically with her feet, so mechanically and exhaustively forward, so without stopping.

She gasped for breath with difficulty, and it seemed as if there was some confusion in her mind, the confusion in the chaos, the fatigue and dizziness in the chaos.

It was dizziness and tiredness, walking slowly in that tiredness, but in the process of walking, suddenly she seemed to step on a piece of emptiness, and she sank completely into that piece of emptiness and confusion, and she was so completely distracted in that piece of emptiness and vacancy, and she fell so completely, and it seemed that she had to fall down so much.

And so it fell down with the vat, and it was all pitch black, pitch black as a night, but there was no starlight, no moonlight, nothing was the sign of the night, except pitch black, it was still so pitch black, not trying to admit that it was possible to find something so easily.

What is always so hard to find, what is there is something that cannot be found there, and what is like something that cannot be remembered there, let yourself fall like this, and let yourself fall so weakly, that is, in the breath of helplessness in the fall, in the breath of helplessness in the fall, in the breath of helplessness in the fall, what kind of long waiting.

What kind of long-term loss and fall, what you can't get, what you can't find. When you want to find something, you want to find something.

But when you can't find anything, but you can't find anything anymore, will you feel some disgust like this, and whether you will feel some resentment like this?

She didn't know if she would resent this lock worry city, and she didn't particularly know if she would complain about Li Xianxian who brought her to this lock worry city, and she didn't know if she wanted to be angry with Yun Die, Yun Die always came so suddenly, and suddenly left so suddenly.

It always seemed like it came so suddenly, and suddenly disappeared so suddenly, and then, it was so impossible, as if she wanted to find something again, and she couldn't find anyone again. She's just that nobody can find her.

She didn't know if she was resentful. She only stopped falling, she didn't have to roll on the ground so much anymore, just when she finally stopped somewhere like this, when she felt her body rolling.

When her body finally seemed to stop rolling, her whole body ached, and the feeling of soreness and pain seemed to be so like all the bones in her body had loosened. She began to wonder if the bones of her whole body would fall apart in the next second.

What kind of slowness, what kind of impossibility, she just struggled to get up, just got up again, it was a pain, a pain that flowed all over her body, but she still staggered to her feet.

When she stood up, she still felt a little dizzy, and she sat down on the ground again with such weakness, and it was then that she realized that she was sitting on a grass, but it was pitch black all around, just a very oppressive pitch black, and she trembled in the oppressive darkness without making mistakes. She didn't know where she was going in the darkness, and she didn't know how she was going to get out.

"Are you scared? Why are you afraid? "In the distance, it seems to be in front of it, and it seems to be a sound from a far, far away, and it seems to be a constant sound that surrounds the surrounding air, but by the constant oscillation and continuation of the sound.

In the midst of the vibration of the sound, she had to judge by the tremors and the whirlwind of the sound that there was a very large space or room in the darkness all around, and she just quietly listened to the voice that looked like a cloud butterfly, and then she paused and continued, "Don't be afraid, Yinling, here is what you want most. What do you want most of all? ”

"What do I want most? Over here? She was incredulous, but she didn't seem to have the slightest sense of joy or cheerfulness, she just asked wistfully, "If I say that what I once wanted to find is gone, it is long gone, it is not so much what I wanted." Yin Ling just replied without any emotional fluctuations, "I don't care so much anymore, at least at this time, I don't have much of a complex of caring and caring." ”

The disappearance or sudden appearance of life, there are too many good and bad things in life, and how there is disconnection and helplessness.

It seems to be such and such a deception, and it seems that there is something that cannot be deceived, as if it is something that cannot be believed. In those heartbroken days, I just had to wait.

It's just waiting so quietly, but it has been waiting for nothing for so long, as if it can't wait for anything, and it seems that it can't wait for anything for a long time, and there is no heart to find and wait for again.

It was as if she had lost the kind of heart that she had been waiting and waiting for, her heart was trivial there, and her heart was troubled in that place.

Yin Ling just felt that the sudden appearance of the cloud butterfly did catch her off guard, it was indeed some, it was indeed some, and it made her feel a little busy and messy. Yin Ling finally fell silent for a long time, and she tried to break the gap and friction between the two.

She just asked, "Why do you bother to keep the same old tune, you just don't like it anymore." If you don't like it, you don't like it. If you want to let go, you still have to let go like this, as if you have to be so ...... Then you have to ......."

She suddenly felt inexplicable, but she only heard Yun Die's laughter that seemed to be very relaxed: "Yin Ling, you still seem so cute, and you seem to be too stupid, there is that she hidden here, it is what you want so much, why are you suddenly so dull that you don't know?" ”

"This ...... Is that really the case? "If that's the case, I don't really want that woman's soul." I don't really want to be human. ”

"Yinling, what made you change?" Yun Die no longer smiled and felt dumbfounded, "What kind of things made you change during this period?" What changed your mind? Unexpectedly...... I don't even want to become a human anymore, how can this come from your mouth? Isn't that what you want most? What do you want most? ”