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85 helplessly tricky

What there is is there is helpless, what there is at a loss, what you want to approach, and what you have is there that is difficult to approach, as if there is something where the exam becomes difficult, what is more and more difficult, what is more and more helpless, and in that difficulty and helplessness, choose to be alone, and in that loneliness can not distinguish something, but also in that panic, a lot of messy, there is also a lot of messy in it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's like what kind of burden is in the bottom of the heart, that is the burden that is getting heavier and heavier in the heart, and it is also the burden that is gradually increasing there, and in the burden of increasing and difficult, what is missing, what is missing, what is not being found there, what kind of difficulty is there, what is there is difficult, what is there is hurting, it is like something that is constantly hurting there, and it seems that there is constantly destroying something, and it will become more and more difficult there. That's what became more and more difficult there. That's where the burdens and weights of life begin to become more and more difficult, and in the midst of that difficulty, they begin to become troublesome, and in the midst of that trouble, and a lot of things begin to become bored there, and seem to become impatient there.

It is an impossible thing, it is an incomprehensible thing, it is a kind of scattered and in the midst of various disasters and difficulties, many, many things are not as beautiful as imagined, it is precisely what there are many, many responsibilities that need to be borne and waited for, and what seems to be there to endure, as if it is a kind of strong to endure, it is something that needs to be patiently endured there. There will be a lot of forgetting and forgetting, when finally under his beckoning, the spirit who has been immersed in her own dreams and muttering to herself still opened her eyes there in a daze, when she saw it again, when she saw it again and again, when she saw him again and again, what kind of indescribable emotions and feelings came to her heart like a spring.

What kind of loneliness will be felt there, what kind of forgetting and forgetting will be felt there, it is the struggle in every place, it is a kind of pain and difficulty in the struggle, and what is difficult to get rid of in the difficulty and helplessness, just like what kind of unsolvable emotions and feelings. What is breathed deeply there, and what is breathed deeply, is something that is difficult to bear and unbearable, it is a very painful feeling, and it is also a very helpless feeling. Everything is starting to get more and more difficult there, everything is there, it's like you're struggling with something. Whoever arrives, who leaves, is like a cloud that has to leave, and it has come and gone, and it has to disappear again.

There is something that is indistinguishable there, and there is something that is there as if it is dead and silent, as if it is there as if it is dead and cannot be done, when who comes again, she does not know whether she should be happy, or should face everything in front of her with a different mood and mentality, all the things that are difficult to do in it, what is there to shirk, as if there is constantly and constantly prevaricating something, There is something that is postponed there, and something that continues there.

After looking at him for a long time, she seemed to feel a little tired, she didn't seem to have the strength or curiosity to ask why he had come back. When the person who left came back again, she didn't want to investigate the reason anymore, it had nothing to do with kindness, but it was related to her powerlessness, she just felt powerlessness there, a sense of weakness and weakness all over her body, and in that weakness, she wanted to forget, she just wanted to close her eyes again and have a good rest. Because, when she opened her eyes once, she saw the light, she saw the fire, and she saw him in the firelight, she looked at him who was a little blurry and confused, and she closed her eyes again and again weakly.

Hope is asleep there, and it seems to be there to die and die, there is something that is difficult to find there, and there seems to be something that cannot be traced for a long time, there is something that slowly disappears there, and what is slowly disappearing there, what is missing, what is there that feels impossible there, and what seems to be something that cannot be recalled there. It's also something that can't be explained, there are many, many things that are possible, and there seem to be many, many things that are impossible. It's just that I can't tell what kind of emotions are there. Many, many things are not clear, but what is going on there.

When I am very lonely, I look forward to what I have to be with, what I want to be with you, there are many, many things that exist there, and there are many, many things that are not clear there, and what is maintained and maintained there for a long time and for a long time. It's been there for a long time, it's been there, it's been there. It's a kind of exhaustion, it's a kind of weakness, it's also where it will be so weak, what is there is gentle, and what is there is that is flattened there. But in the jumping firelight, what kind of memory, what kind of memory I don't want to recall, is still blurred there, a kind of blur that has been going on all the time, a kind of fatigue, a kind of sleepiness, and a kind of unknown.

In that lonely atmosphere, there is something that is there and there is something that is lonely and continuous, and there is something that seems to be dead and does not exist, as if it has always been there that is difficult to sustain and maintain. What is always there, what is there is there, what is there is gone, and what is stuck there is general. It's going to stay there for a long, long time.,There's something there.,There's something that's feeling dead and dead.,It's very vague and unclear.,It's just there.,It's like there's something you can't find there.。

There are many, many things that are difficult to care about there, and there are many, many things that are difficult to pay attention to and pay attention to, but there is no knowing whether it is the wind or the light jumping in it, whether it is the light, the air, or the wind, or whether it is difficult to clearly judge the content there. It's a kind of something that is very far away. It also seems to be something that cannot be discerned in the distance. That's a big difference, a lot of what kind of difference and treatment is too big in that, and I feel a kind of too much and too much in it.

It's just a kind of can't be saved, and when something can't be kept there, I feel a kind of despair there, and suddenly I don't want to keep anything there, and it seems that I don't want to do anything anymore. It was a kind of dream, a general dream that seemed to be flying there, and there were many, many birds flying, and there were many, many bubbles, all of which were flying there, and all of them could not be caught by just their hands. She was in that fairytale dream, she could only look up at so much emptiness, so many high, something that was difficult to find, and suddenly there were many, many things there and suddenly it began to become difficult, more and more difficult, something that she didn't seem to find there.

It's a lot of mess, and there's a lot of noise, and I don't want to live up to anything there, I don't want to hide from anything, and I don't want to feel what kind of helplessness and disgust there. What is stored there, what is there is something that hurts deeply there, what there is that hurts so much. In the midst of that pain and sorrow, many, many things began to become distant, and things became more and more distant, as if they could not get close there. It was something that would burn, and it looked like it was going to die there.

Just waiting there, a kind of sober waiting, as if after waking up, it was already there for the time being that it was difficult to fall asleep, and she couldn't sleep for a long time. But he didn't utter a word, he didn't utter a word, he didn't even pronounce it, he didn't even breathe or make a sound. The white fox's spirit was really a little impatient, so she opened her eyes again, and this time as soon as she opened her eyes, she met again, the eyes that stared at her, there was some worry, some thought, some thought, when the eyes staring at him met her eyes again, he quickly turned away, she only saw his back.

There she sighed, and she didn't know exactly why she was sighing. Somehow, she sighed and sighed, and felt a very disappointed feeling, although she herself didn't know what she was disappointed in there. Or perhaps, it's because of something. What exists in life, what exists in that exists and disappears, what there is against her heart, what she has against her heart's will and desires, she will sigh there, she will sigh there, but she feels something that is not enough. She didn't know if she was a little dissatisfied. It's just that, at that moment, she felt a little missing, as if something was missing. But she didn't know what was missing. Perhaps, she felt that she should explain what it meant to go away in the afternoon, or maybe he should explain why he came back?

The white fox's spirit always felt that he should have explained something, and she waited there, but it lasted and lasted there for nothing, and she could not wait for any answer, but saw his back, and he was burning with his back to himself, and everything was there, and in the burning of the fire, his back, his figure, and his shadow reflected on the ground, all trembled with the burning flames, deformed, and twisted in it. He didn't reply, he didn't reply, does that mean that she doesn't need to ask? Many, many entanglements began to be tangled in this, and began to become a long-term and long-lasting entanglement and chaos. I want to get answers to some questions and reasons from someone's mouth. But when I feel from the bottom of my heart that this is not what I should ask, but I really want to know, I hope that the other party can take the initiative to answer and answer by myself, so that all the problems will be solved and I will be automatically resolved.

But is everything really that simple? It doesn't seem to be the case, it doesn't seem to be the case, it doesn't seem to be so simple, and it doesn't seem to be such a truth, because what you want to wait for, what you have, what you want to get for a long time, what kind of end and reasons and reasons for it, you always can't find any reason there, and when you can't wait for any kind of answer, you will feel difficulties there, and you will feel a kind of depression there, and you will also feel a kind of anger in that depression, It is a nameless flame, a kind of anger that she doesn't quite know what kind of anger she is in, what kind of sulking breath she has in her stomach, what kind of emotions and emotions she has that she can't understand and explain, but she still really wants what kind of liberation she wants to get in it, and what kind of liberation she seeks in it, but it seems that she can't get what kind of liberation and the reasons and reasons for it for a long time and a long time.

It was a kind of annihilation, as if it was a state of annihilation, as if it was a very difficult thing to do with the determination to do something. The white fox's spirit took a deep breath there, she plucked up twelve points of strength and courage there, God knows, there was only ten points of strength and courage, but she used twelve points, it is conceivable, that is really the strength of milk, all used, she opened her mouth, opened her mouth and said with a deep breath: "Missed ......" "Miss me?" He interrupted her, still with his back to her, but the thick smile and cheerful feeling in the words were also heard so real and real, as if there was a feeling of happiness to be transmitted, as soon as he blurted out his frivolous words, Yin Ling suddenly felt red and red and hot on his face, although it was a white fox, the blush on his face could not be seen, but she still had a kind of confusion and confusion of shame and stealing joy and all kinds of confusion tangled together, she had to be in that place, There was a feeling of shame and self-embarrassment, and she suddenly felt speechless.

"Did you miss me while I'm gone?" He asked again and again, but it was no longer the meaning of snickering, and the smile was quietly taken back by him, but it became a kind of gentleness, "Yin Ling, what Yin Ling is?" It's a familiar name, why didn't I remember it before? I seem to remember it now, but I still can't remember clearly, but it feels very familiar, as if I have met you somewhere, I have met you before, I have met you before I met you, the white fox. So...... What about you? Do you feel this way? ”

The white fox's spirit was a little surprised, there was something strange about Ye Luokong today, strange smile, strange gentleness, strange goodness, and the strange leaving, and there strangely came back, and there strangely asked her a series of very strange questions. However, this is also what she wishes from the bottom of her heart. There she asked herself, "O Yinling, Yinling, isn't this your own wish?" Perhaps? However, I don't know why, sometimes, there is something that I wish for in my heart, but when what I wish for really appears, what kind of fear I have, what kind of deep fear I have, what kind of fear I suppress in my heart, as if I will cramp my internal organs there, and it seems that there will be such an unknown kind of fear.

There is also something that is fearful and powerless, something that is there and something that is trembling there, something that is hard to find there, and something that is at a loss there. Suddenly, she wanted to scream there: Ye Luokong, if you didn't know how much better it would be! How nice it would be if you didn't want to get up with that! Those nightmares of the past, it's better not to come, let the nightmares of the past disappear. Or let all the nightmares belong to the past. Let the shadows and fears of the past not come back, let those disappear, they just belong to the past, they are the past that has disappeared, and they should not disturb the present or anything again. The peace and tranquility at this moment is something that she is not willing to destroy and does not dare to destroy, but what should be in life is something that has to be destroyed there, perhaps, it cannot be stopped there. When thorny problems and practical difficulties really appear, perhaps, everything is unavoidable there, right? Even if it's a nightmare, maybe that's right?

Just when the white fox's spirit was still hesitating and panicking, he suddenly spoke, "You...... Just...... Is it a nightmare? He asked hesitantly and hesitantly, as if he were there asking and figuring out her thoughts, and asked with some hesitation and not particularly certainty: "You...... At that time...... You look scared, you ...... What are you afraid of? ”

What are you afraid of? Yin Ling's heart was pounding violently there, and a lot of fear and fear were like scars that she didn't want to recall, and he was there to ask her, and he was really a little embarrassed for her. There she hesitated and confused, but felt difficult.

"Don't you want to speak?" He still didn't know why, he was always there as if he understood her mind very well, and quickly changed the topic and said, "If you don't think it's easy to speak, don't say it, don't explain it, by the way, you white fox, are you hungry?" White foxes can also eat meat, right? ”

Suddenly he turned and smiled at her, and she felt as if she had seen there the sweetest, friendliest, most understanding little of her childhood, and she felt as if she were in a dream.