Ask for clicks, ask for collections, ask for recommendations, ask for tickets, ask for as always, don't get much, thank you, thank you, thank you! Kowtow, kowtow, kowtow, it's already in the white-hot stage, is it to insist, or to insist, or to insist!

68. Do your best

You will feel pain, you will feel pain and pain, what kind of pain is difficult to maintain, as if it is already very painful there, as if it is impossible to do it, as if it is a touch between the body and something hard, and between that touch, what is there that hurts and hurts there is a pain in the body, it is an unknown pain, where time passes, what kind of fear of time there is, where you are afraid of the passage of time, and you are afraid there, Because it will be very difficult, what kind of pain there is, what kind of pain there is, what kind of pain there is, what is there that belongs to the physical pain and tenderness, it starts to hurt, and every nerve starts to hurt there. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In forgetting and forgetting, what kind of can't be found, what kind of secret, what is secretly looking for there, she just feels that her whole body is bound there, and then she is taken away there, and she is carried away by the flow of water. It was a long, long road, it was a dark road, and in front of that road, she knew that the man who was black from head to toe was walking ahead. The strange man she didn't know walked in front of her in the dark world, and the white fox's soul was caught in her body by a stream of ropes. Then, he had to be carried away, and he followed the footsteps in front of him.

This pitch-black piece is like a passage, as if it is a long, long passage, and in that long pitch-black passage and road, there is the sound of footsteps, whose footsteps are swirling in the dark tunnel, just there quietly whirling, what kind of whirlwind and unknown and unclear, unclear something. She was still there stunned, still there confused, and she couldn't imagine what would happen again, she couldn't imagine anything, and she couldn't imagine anything there.

Many times, there will be confusion, there will be difficulty, there will be difficulty, there will be difficulty, it is the difficulties and difficulties that belong to life, what kind of forgetfulness there is, and in that, slowly and faintly forgotten there, and there is also disappeared. People will always be confused there, always there unconsciously will be a little confused, and in that confused journey, what can't be found, in the struggle of the road of life, what kind of pitch black, what kind of straight pitch black, as if there is all the way to the end, that pitch black as if there is no end to be found.

There is no end to what kind of search, and there seems to be something that is difficult to find the end, and it is difficult to find the end of life again, where there will be confusion, what kind of dementia and stupidity, just in that quietly flowing time, I feel that my life is flowing, flowing, flowing away, just like the life that flows away. Life flows and disappears on the path of time. In the dark world, it's as if there's a saying, "This is a path to death, and the end point is death." ”

You will be timid, you will be afraid there, because you are tired, because you are very weak there, you will feel very difficult and difficult, and suddenly in life, you will feel what kind of heaviness you feel there, and what you will feel there, and what you feel there, and what you have there, and all of a sudden, it seems to be so difficult, so difficult. What kind of sleepiness and weakness, what kind of hardship, in that struggle, feel the length of time, in that fatigue and weakness, in the flow of time, what kind of hardship, what kind of crying, crying in that sorrow, crying in that despair, crying in that powerlessness, what kind of heaviness, what kind of price there is more and more heaviness and powerlessness.

It's like there, it's like you're out of breath, there's a feeling of being out of breath, there's a feeling of being out of breath, there's a very heavy feeling, when it's heavy, you feel scared, you're going to cry there, you're scared, you're afraid. There is something that is so scary, so scared, there is something that is difficult and difficult, there is gradually faded there, the voice seems to be there to be smaller, the voice seems to be there slowly quieter, it seems to be there gradually smaller, and there is also a kind of weakness that is gradually weakening there, as if there is a weakness that is gradually weakening there.

What kind of weakness and powerlessness, what kind of dull panting, in the wandering of that time, what kind of air wandering, the air is wandering in that emptiness, what kind of disappearance is what I don't want to do, and I don't want to, but it's so slow that I can't tolerate myself there, I can't allow myself to change, I can't allow myself to find, I can't allow myself to look for it again. Or what kind of care.

In the past company, what you have unconsciously disappears there, what you have is completely blank there, and what you have is completely unable to find a new rebirth and what kind of possibility you have there. What kind of wandering is there, like my heart can't wander there, wandering there without intention, lonely there, and falling in the hard to find, quietly waiting, waiting there very hard, also looking for it very hard, and there is not willing to let go, unwilling to let go of something.

What is unfair, what kind of unfair pain, what kind of unfair forgetting, that is the disappearance on the road of long-term memory, as if, every mark and trace that I have walked, when someone has walked and what I have walked, that mark and trace will also disappear there, and it will also disappear there completely, something that has completely disappeared. Disappeared memories, disappeared smoke clouds, and disappeared nostalgia there, what kind of nostalgia is difficult to trace there, what kind of powerlessness is there to forget, as if there is no unknown in that life, what kind of confusion there is, what kind of confusion there is, what kind of ignorance will always be there I don't understand, the passage of time is like the torment of time, the body is tormented in the flow of time, silent and inexplicable pain torment.

It is the torture and price of the body, the price of physical health, what kind of hesitation, what is there to run in there, is the gap between the diaphragms, what kind of unclear, but it will still shake its head there, it is there to shake its head weakly and lightly, but in that soothing breath, what kind of forgetfulness there is, what kind of thing there wants to forget, what kind of thing wants to forget there, just there to care, what kind of care there is, what belongs to life, Maybe it's not eternal what she cares, but she will cherish it very much, on the road of cherished memories, she can't see the road ahead, she can't see the road ahead, she can't find it there, it's a place where she can't find anything. Suddenly there has changed, what you have is there, when you don't really understand, when you don't know it very well, what you have changes there, and it has to change completely there, and it is also unfamiliar there.

She doesn't know why when she hears the footsteps, hears the sound that swirls in the air, she still misses him, or misses the time that belongs to him in the sunshine, I don't know what time is, what kind of time is in the channel of time, what kind of self seems to be elusive and recognizable, as if she is not very clear there, and she doesn't seem to understand very well there, waiting for something, It is something that has been waiting there for a long time, what has been waiting for a long time, and what has disappeared in the waiting. She wanted to know why.

As if she were a human being, when she was a little girl, she stretched out a hand to the transparent glass ball and asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

"Don't touch it!" The little boy named Ye Luokong seemed to cherish the glass ball very much, and quickly took the glass ball away, and said, "I won't tell you! ”

Hearing this, the little girl's spirit was still there angry, and she was very angry, very angry, and she muttered dissatisfiedly: "You are so annoying, since you are not going to tell me, since you are still there and unwilling to tell me, then why do you want to show me?" If I had known that, I wouldn't have even looked at it. I shouldn't have promised you to go to this thing, it's not fun at all, it's not interesting! ”

Xiao Luowu, who was angered by Xiao Yinling, immediately retorted: "You are boring? ”

"You ......" Xiao Yinling glared at him angrily, glaring at the boy in front of him, as if he was going to stare the boy in front of him to death.

"Hmph, what do you want?" The little boy was not afraid of her at all, so he glared back angrily, "What I said was the truth, such an interesting thing, you say that it is boring, that is, you are super boring, and you will not find interesting and interesting things at all." ”

"Ye Luokong, you big villain, big bastard!" When she was only provoked for a while, and because of this anger, she was angry there, and she was very dissatisfied there, at that time she only knew that he was talking about himself badly, only knowing that he was talking about his own bad, saying bad things about himself, and when she grew up a little more, she had to understand and taste again, and suddenly found that this sentence was also very reasonable. Whether life is beautiful or not, in addition to life itself, you also need a pair of eyes, you also need a pair of eyes that will observe life, and have a heart that will really feel and taste life there, that's good. What kind of cherishing is there, cherishing it with hard work, and cherishing it there without forgetting it.

And unfortunately, when you want to cherish something, the thing you want to cherish is long gone, and it has long disappeared. She is no longer human, she is already the first white fox. She didn't know why, the more these times, the memories of those childhood girls were always so clear, as if they were played and screened there repeatedly. What kind of memories do you have, what kind of pain and what kind of pain you have, what kind of mistakes and pasts, what kind of faint drift there, what kind of confusion is there?

- He, does he still recognize her?

When he saw the white fox for the first time, would he think of the little girl he had played with as a child?

The white fox's spirit didn't know how he suddenly thought like this. She didn't know what was going on, but she was thinking slowly, moving slowly, what was slow, and unreachable, constantly making mistakes there, constantly making mistakes there, constantly missing and constantly making mistakes, and constantly making mistakes, and being slow there, as if she had just pursued something there, And there suddenly there was something that could not be found. It's as if some kind of thought that has just been caught flies there, and suddenly it has to fly away, and it has to fly away completely, and it flies away that can't be traced.

Because of the kind of flown and fade that just now, there will be a sudden hatred, and there will suddenly feel anger, there will be anger because of something that cannot be done, there will be anger, there will be anger, there will be sleepiness, there will be a sense of pain, he seems to be there to be far away, as if her memory is gradually fading away. Memories are always unpleasant, because they are too far away, and they become unfamiliar, and in that unfamiliarity, there is something strange there, as if there is something unfamiliar, and it is constantly unfamiliar there, as if it is always vague there.

In memory, what kind of ambiguity, what kind of estrangement, what kind of crying, what kind of sadness there is, what kind of heartache there will be sad, there will be heartache and sadness, there will be heartache there that it is difficult to maintain and defend. That's not clear what. That's something that has fallen out of the air with indifference. It's just that it's okay there, and it seems that it's not good there, and it's as if it's not good there, and it's uneasy there. There is something there that I miss so much, I miss it so much, and I want to restrain something in that nostalgia, because of that kind of constraint, what kind of suffering, what kind of endurance.

She was only angry in one place, and she was only annoyed in one place, annoyed that in the void, the memory that completely disappeared, as if whose figure was not found, and could no longer be found, and she did not know how long this unsearchable void would last, and it seemed that it would last there for a long, long time. A lot of times I feel uneasy there, and I feel very impatient there, but after thinking about it, I feel that this impatience may not be too much, and it is necessary to be able to re-heal there, or maybe it is still there after changing a path, and you can be relieved there. I just want to let myself go there, and I just want to be free there, and I want the people around me to feel very peaceful.

She knows who she is, and she knows what kind of state she is in, but she still doesn't seem to know the direction and search for her future, she just feels small there, there is a sense of fear, as if what kind of urging is there, what kind of urging is there to fear, what kind of urging is there to be afraid, what is very afraid of there, what is there to be unknown, what is not perceived, what kind of face is there, it is a familiar face, She just felt that the face seemed familiar, for no reason, but in the darkness, in the dark world, she still couldn't find it there, and it was still as if she couldn't find anything there.

Something that has been difficult to find for a long time, something that has not been sad to find for a long time, as if there is something in one's own mind and train of thought that is difficult to determine, as if there is something that is very uneasy there, very uneasy to find, difficult to recall. I don't know anything, and I don't know anything, but I can't help it, just sighing deeply there, this sigh is helpless and sad, and it seems to be very powerless there, very powerless. In the midst of that powerlessness, she seemed to hear some kind of sigh.

She was deeply frightened by such a sigh, as if it was by her side, as if it was around her, what kind of sigh there was, who it belonged to, it was very vague, it was very unclear, she couldn't distinguish between right and wrong and right and wrong in general, and she couldn't tell whether the sigh really existed in this dark world, or just in her memories.

It was as if I was back in my childhood, back to the time when I had a cold and fever, where my mother was anxious, hurried there, and restless there, and wanted to add more quilts to cover her in a panic, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was not good, so I wanted to boil water, but suddenly the door rang there, and what kind of knocking sound sounded there outside the door, again and again, There was a slow and rhythmic sound of the door slamming around the room, which had suddenly fallen silent, and it was so quiet that it swirled: "Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Mom was no longer in a hurry, but she seemed to be hesitating there, she was hesitating who the knocker would be, whether it was the child's father who had returned? But, it's not quite right, if it's really my husband who is back, he should have his own door key, what's more, this door is just a little Yinling's room, and the door is not locked, as long as you push it open.

Just when the whole room was very quiet, the voice of Yin Ling's father sounded outside the door: "Yin Ling, are you okay now?" Dad is coming in, and he's bringing your classmates with him? ”

Yin Ling just felt her head dizzy and burned, but before she could react properly, Dad's words, the door opened there, it was a person, a person she was very familiar with.

I still can't remember clearly, but I remember one afternoon, when she was still a very good little girl, she said on the sand where she was playing: "Who said that girls can't go to private school, I will go to school in the future." ”

"Girls are not allowed to study in private schools." The little boy on the side was patting the sand and said quietly, "You can't go to school." ”

In fact, in fact, when the little boys reached the age of going to school, although Yin Ling's father invited a learned female teacher to tutor Yin Ling, he still mainly focused on simple poetry and learning musical instruments, and his father's teaching was that girls were still mainly virtuous. However, later, at the insistence of Xiao Yinling, finally, she went to study and entered the school as a little boy.

"It's you!" Ye Luokong in the school recognized her at first sight. It was when she was being guided by the teacher in the courtyard and greeted everyone who was resting, that he came to her side and said quietly but surely, "It must be you." ”

Although she was a child at the time, Yin Ling simply scanned the surroundings and found that no one around noticed this, so she smiled softly there: "Hello, I'm Yin Ling, I am disappointed, I did come to school." I'm going to tell the private school, I'll be able to come in too. ”

"You ...... You're going to get in trouble! "You'll be out of luck if you are discovered!" ”

"So, if you don't find out, it's fine, right?" The little Yin Ling replied confidently and simply, "Does this mean that as long as it is not discovered, it is fine?" ”

"Is it that simple?" The little boy asked, a little hesitant and confused.

"Hehe, it's very simple." She laughed out loud, little boy and little girl, at that time, in the children's land, those children's sounds were very similar, and they could not be particularly distinguished.

"I hope so." There he sighed softly and hung his head, as if he were thinking something there.

"Hopefully?" She put away her laughter and suddenly asked, "How did you recognize me?" ”

"You...... It's easy to recognize! Without thinking, he replied, "No matter what you have become, I'll always recognize you at first sight!" ”

- "No matter what you become, I'll always recognize you at first sight!" ”

Even if she is from a little girl, even if she changes from a little boy to a little boy, even if she changes from a human to a white fox, even if she changes from a girl to another girl...... He...... Would he really recognize her? Does he really will?

《《《《《《《《《《《《 has 320,000 words, if you want to apply for a contract, please help readers! "Smoke with the Wind" hasn't signed a contract yet, and a lot of words have been written in vain! Please help me a lot! When applying for the contract, please also ask for everyone's support, the code word is very hard! Thank you! Thank you so much! Kowtow, kowtow, kowtow!!!!!!!! Thanks! Please! All kinds of begging!