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123 Dead Silence Fades

Li Xianxian still felt that he couldn't move forward, couldn't move his steps, and walked forward well.

In the end, she still had no choice but to go there and just go to another wild path.

Then, she saw a small bamboo and wood pavilion on the two floors of the building, which was actually a teahouse.

Li Xianxian really didn't have the mood to hurry, she didn't want to buy vegetables for a while, and she didn't particularly want to go to that place.

She came here to drink tea, relieve her boredom, and think about wasting her time for a while.

She was already there, and there was no other way but to use this method she could think of to relieve her boredom and sorrows.

Otherwise, in that depressed depression, she was really worried that she would die of pain in it.

So, she just had to think about writing again, let go, and let go of her mood and mood well.

It's in that there is no emotion, and it's also in that it's helpless, as if it's hard to get close to it and it's hard to find it.

It seems that everything seems to have disappeared there,

It was as if it had completely disappeared and dissolved in it as if it were shattered and destroyed.

Holding an empty basket in one hand, and raising his head in the other, hard against the somewhat white sunlight,

Just raised his eyes and saw the sparsely populated and lazy people in the teahouse,

The people there can just drink tea there, and then, spend their time slowly there.

For a long, long time, or for a short time there,

Everything is in that place, which is not particularly detailed, nor is it particularly clear and understood,

Everything is still blurred in it, Li Xianxian just felt a little blurry in the white and dazzling sunlight, and felt some eyes that couldn't open his eyes.

It's just confused in it, and it seems that it's just hesitating and wandering in it, a kind of hesitation and wandering.

It was as if she was still there, as if she hadn't found anything there, and hadn't found anything yet.

All and all and all are in it, and in that the general that is completely and completely destroyed disappears and disappears,

What you want to find in the crowd and the figures.

I want to try to find and guard something in it, and it seems that I can't find and defend it in it.

What kind of truth, what kind of falsehood, is it a real scene, or an illusory illusion,

She didn't seem to care about it anymore, and she didn't seem to pay much attention to it.

She was just in the loneliness of that person's melancholy, and she wanted to be in it so well that she could rest well.

I also want to calm and calm down, she is already there and I don't know why.

The long road, the long road in life and the world, she was already exhausted there,

It was already there so weak and powerless that it seemed to be completely vulnerable, as if it would be easily crushed in it.

Is it just vulnerable?

Or is it just a confusion, or is it just a feeling of bewilderment, just a general feeling that there is no choice between it,

It's a kind of hesitation, and it seems to be a kind of hesitation in it, a kind of hesitation that is difficult to resist and what is forgotten and forgotten,

It's something that's hard to find, it's something that's hard to get close to, it's just something that's very difficult and difficult in there,

It was as if there was something in the midst of the hardship and pain and the silence that would be completely shattered there.

That's a kind of = something that can't be returned, as if you missed it in it, that is, you missed it.

And it is in that eternal and long time to miss, and in the midst of that miss, it is impossible to find and find anything.

It's in that it's melancholy, it's also in it, it's broken and dawned, and it's also in that it's at a loss,

And what is hard to find is that there is tension there, and it seems to be there in a panic, but in the vacancy and emptiness,

Feeling an exhaustion, as if it was the pain of taking a deep breath there, and also the death of a deep breath there,

Something that has disappeared in that seems to be something that has disappeared for a long time and is difficult to find.

It's just that in that forgetting and forgetting, just in the precipitated blank air, lonely and lonely,

And this difficult and haggard waiting, as if it were there for no time,

It's like it's been there for a long time and so long that it has disappeared and disappeared in it.

It is in the midst of the sorrow, and it seems to be in the pain of the sorrow, and in the pain, it is impossible to find.

She just lifted her skirt quietly there, and then, right there, she went up one step at a time, a kind of climbing up,

Then, when no one greeted her, she found a place by the window, and then sat down quietly there.

But she found that when she looked at the window, she saw the forest and the blue sky in the distance.

Even in that quiet time, it seems to be a quiet and silent enjoyment.

Many, many dodges, many, many things, in which I've always wanted to dodge,

It's in that it's painful and hard to resist, when everything is in it and it's completely unsatisfactory.

In the end, I will still be haggard and powerless, but in it I feel a quiet arrival of death, and it seems to be the arrival of a kind of pain and trouble.

She just sat there quietly, and then a man came up to her with a pot of tea.

Without saying a word, he calmly placed the teacup on the tray upside down on the table, and put it with the mouth facing up.

Then the man poured out of the fuchsia teapot into the teacup, which was still steaming but pale blue.

Only then did the man speak slowly: "Miss, this is our free green tea here, the first pot is free, later, if you want to write something else, then you will have to charge, but you can wait for Miss to pay before leaving." ”

"Oh, that's right, okay, thank you." Li Xianxian just nodded politely and mechanically there, and replied.

"Miss, use it slowly!" The man only said these two words there, and then quietly withdrew.

Li Xianxian was just drinking the tea quietly, but it had no taste.

It's just that it seems to have some flavor there, or maybe Li Xianxian can't taste any taste there.

Li Xianxian just sighed deeply from the bottom of her heart, and then slowly put down the teacup in her hand there.

It was a sorrow, and it seemed to be a sorrow, and it seemed to be an indescribable sadness and sadness in it.

For no matter how good all the service is, it must also belong to a kind of indifference between strangers and strangers.

She just felt a kind of distance between people in that indifference, a kind of distant and distant something,

It's as if there's something out of reach, something out of it.

It's just that in the calm and calm, she wants to find someone to talk to,

At that moment, she was so real that she wanted to find someone to talk to, to communicate her heart, and she was there to mourn,

It's also there to be sad, it's also there to hesitate, and it's also there to be melancholy,

It seems to be hard to find in it, and it is also a feeling and feeling that is very trembling and trembling in it.

It was silence in that quiet air, a kind of loneliness and helplessness,

Then, he was just helpless and helpless in it, spending what belonged to the individual, just a kind of long-term and lonely thing that belonged to himself.

She was just there numb and seemed to be there tasteless tasting the faint tea,

At most, I still blow the tea there, hoping that it won't be too hot, but after drinking it, it still doesn't seem to have a taste.

After drinking several cups like this, she seemed to feel some faint fragrance and coolness of tea.

She's so strange, doesn't the average person taste it from the first cup? How did she drink several glasses before she tasted it?