32. Wandering dreams

Like a dead silence, like the dead silence and shattering of a dream, there is something broken there, broken there, scattered and messy there, as if it could not find its own soul, the soul is just there, there it seems to be so forgetful, as if it has forgotten everything. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

What kind of trance, what kind of dream wandering and trance, what is there to forget and forget, and what is so painful and painful to forget, what is difficult to recall, difficult to recall, what kind of fear it is, what kind of fear it is, what kind of fear it is, how it is at a loss.

And then there was such and such that the hands trembled, and the whole body trembled, and what kind of pain it was, like the pain of every nerve and the pain of struggle. Then, then you have to choose to be firm, to be stronger, to work harder, to work harder, not to be afraid, and not to be afraid.

Let yourself be alone, walk forward alone, it is so hard to walk forward and seek without giving up, a person's road only belongs to one person.

Yin Ling just muttered silently in his heart, and there was some kind of pain in his heart that pierced his heart like a sharp tip, like a needle, and pierced into his heart, not only in pain, but as if it were a real nerve, as if it were the pain and pain of all the nerves in the body and mind.

But he still trembled so much and had no choice, so trembling that it was hard to cling, it was hard to find, it was hard to forget, it was hard to complain, there was some sigh there to breathe, hard to breathe again and again, like wheezing, and as if it was impossible to breathe, in that gasping and hard breathing, it was as if it was about to breathe, and life was like a pain like a breath of imminent breathing.

No matter how painful it is, no matter how difficult and difficult it is, to move forward, to move forward without stopping and not stopping, not to give up and let go easily, then every step, every step that is difficult to re-step, every step in life, only belongs to every step of one's own forward and walking.

Every step she took was dead and so on.2 It carried the weight of life, and it seemed to be the eternal power of life that it had to bear, the eternal power that seemed to forget and forget all that could be remembered, to be able to re-seek and see, a power that seemed to be born from the heart, she seemed to find it so much, but it seemed that she had not found it. Or maybe it's found, but it's so lost.

She was so sad and so sad that she had lost something, something that had to be broken, something that had been forgotten and lost, something that had been lost in the journey of life, like a leaf on a branch that trembled slightly in the wind and then trembled and swayed in the wind, flowing in the air with the wind.

What kind of pain is it, what kind of pain is it, what kind of pain is it, what kind of pain is it, and it seems to be such a pain that has to be rooted in the journey of life, a pain that is difficult to find.

It's as if pain has no root, as if pain is endless, as if pain is such an endless dark land. The darkness ahead, the darkness in the distance, the darkness that cannot be found, so melancholy, as if it were so melancholy or melancholy, it is so unforgettable and forgettable that a pain in the heart.

The silence of death, the conflict of death, the breakthrough of death, the breakthrough of something, the difficult breakthrough of death, the origin of life in that breakthrough, it is like the flow of blood, it is a hot and bright red juice, so gurgling, flowing from the inside of the body to the outside, it is an unbearable, but it can only be endured and endured in this way.

A life seems to be only patience in addition to patience, life is a painful and difficult patience, on the road of patience, there is no choice to go forward, can not make any choice and reposition of behavior, but can only feel and taste a winter quietly and quietly in the air of melancholy.

A cold snow that seems to come from winter, a snow that seems to come from the north wind, a snow that is so cold, a snow that is so fierce, a snow that flies all over the sky, and nightmares seem to have no end in sight.

The loneliness in life is a terrible whirlpool, it is lonely and lonely as if it will suck the whole heart, the whole person into it like this, it is the tremor of the heart of a nightmare, in that trembling and terrible, there is something to escape, something to escape, there is nothing to find anymore, as if it is so insulated that it will disappear forever, disappear and disappear.

When the white fox's spirit came to a castle in the city of locks, when she faced the empty and huge inner hall around her, the emptiness around her, in the whirlwind and reverberation in the huge emptiness, she felt like a dream, she felt as if she was not alive, and she began to wonder if this was a dream, a dream that could not be recognized.

There was the threat of a dream in the darkness, the threat of a fog in the darkness, and somewhere not far away, there was a whirlpool of fog that broke through like this, and surrounded her like this.

Just when she was in a trance and couldn't make out clearly, just a flash, a white light pierced through the dark night, pierced through the dark fog, and stabbed straight at her like lightning, she was in a daze and frightened, just her eyes widened like this, her pupils dilated, and there was a beam of light that passed through like this, and then, what metal passed through, through what body, and then, when the metal weapon was pulled out of the body again, blood rushed out. Blood kept flowing out of the body.

The Soul was just so panicked, just so shaking. But she still didn't see clearly, she hadn't seen clearly who the person in front of her was the white assassination and fell, before she could see clearly, that person had already fallen, and the blood suddenly stained a large piece of the red masonry floor, and the gurgling blood was still slowly flowing to her feet, she subconsciously lifted her feet and took a step back, but the next step, when her feet stepped on the ground, a bright red plum blossom had already fallen, which was a plum blossom printed by her blood.

Yin Ling was just in one place, she was just so puzzled, when she was still so unclear about everything, and didn't know how to find anything, she just looked at the corpse of a student who had fallen to the ground in a melancholy, sighing, helpless and panicked, and so sighed very much, like a smoke-like gossamer, a dream-like gossamer, like a gossamer with something in her memory.

The cruelty, indifference and indifference of the human heart in the world are sometimes nothing more than this, but there is still no way, it is impossible to make a new choice, and it is also an avoidable one, and the dream is arbitrary.

Dreams seem to be freewheeling, but dreams are free and unreal, dreams are idealistic, dreams are born from the heart, but the heart still can't decide its own dreams, and the dream is just an emptiness, dreams can't determine reality, and reality won't change much for the better because of the beauty of dreams.

Pain is inevitable, fear is inevitable, struggle cannot be given up, struggle is so easy to retreat, there is something melancholy, there is some physical fragmentation pain, there is always something to pay, everything has to pay a price, all pain, all the beginning and the end, there is also a price.

Whether it is the price of the pain of life, or the price of death, it is unavoidable, and it is unavoidable, there is no simple, there is so simple, and it is no longer easy to believe in anything again, as if there are too many untrustworthy in this way, just pull into the woman in front of you, the woman like a wandering spirit, suddenly the woman floating in front of you is not credible, and the dream is not credible.

Yin Ling was just panicking in that place, for a long time, for a long time, for a long time, for a long time, as if she had just come to her senses, and she asked the woman in front of her like this, "You...... Who are you? ”

"You...... Who are you? The woman just asked softly with a faint smile.

"I ...... My name is Yinling. Yin Ling replied truthfully, just looking at the hairpin on the woman's head, it was a butterfly hairpin, and the two pairs of butterfly wings trembling and trembling seemed to be about to fly up at any time, she just felt a little dazzled.

"You're a white fox?" The butterfly hairpin woman asked elegantly and coquettishly, seemingly plain and charming.

"Yes, I'm a white fox." Yin Ling had to nod in response, but she didn't know why, she didn't know what kind of invisible force it was, and she couldn't help but tremble all over her body and took a step back, she just looked at the woman's feminine smile and took a step back, unable to control herself, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"No, you actually ......" the woman smiled softly, the slender and euphemistic wrist of Ruyu gently and softly drew a circle in the air, but it was a circle of light, a random and golden circle of light, as the woman exhaled lightly, the circle of light was blown away like a fog, Yin Ling just felt the whole body inexplicably cold and shivered and retreated, the woman continued softly, "You are alone, and ...... Still a woman. ”

Yin Ling just wanted to retreat without mistake, he felt threatened, but found that he was already against the thick wall and it was difficult to retreat, she was so that there was no possibility of retreat and no room to retreat, she was just so trembling, she was just so trembling, and then, her mouth was gently grasped by the woman, as if it was firmly grasped, as if it was holding a handle.

The woman said enchantingly: "You can't stand the loneliness of the fox, you want to become a human, you want to become a woman, don't you want to be a beauty to ** a man, to entertain your loneliness?" Hehe, I knew that you were here to find a woman, and you were looking for a woman's corpse, but ah...... Let me tell you, although the woman's corpse is a corpse, it is a living corpse, and it is not so easy for you to get her, and it is generally impossible. ”

Just when Yin realized that her mouth was really uncomfortable being held by that hand, she wanted to shake her head and swing that hand, but she only felt that the strength and strength of that hand were greater, and the woman said with a cold breath: "Lock the city of worries...... It's a city where there's no return, you know? Minstrels? ”

"Let go." Yin Ling only gently but as if it had taken all her strength, she was a little panting and exhausted, she was just panting and panting so hard, and the hand had to be let go and let go at last.

Yin Ling only rested for a while before saying, "I may or may not know, but I don't care, I can't care so much, I want to become a human, I just want to become a human, I am originally a person, so, I want to become a human." I want to be what I am, since I ...... If you can't become the way you are, then you can become a person and intervene in that woman's body, and that's fine, I'm ...... I just wanted to give it a try, try it. I...... I have no way out, no way back, no other choice, really, really no other choice. ”

"Then you have chosen this path, and you have chosen this road with no return." The woman said contemptuously, as if with a pitiful, pathetic, pathetic, pitiful, and ridiculous laugh, "But for a man, for a man, are you an infatuated woman?" Or is it a lonely woman? Under the confused and wary nervous gaze of the Yin Ling, the bewitching woman just still twisted her slender waist, and she paused

She took a break before slowly answering, "Infatuated woman, the emphasis is on the word infatuation, because of infatuation, because of obsession, and there is the idea of desperate and desperate." And the lonely woman, the emphasis is on playing with words, maybe not playing with words, but it is a pastime, just because she is lonely and boring, she has no pastime, just to make a pastime. Minstrels, can you tell me? What kind of person do you belong to? What exactly are the reasons and reasons for choosing this path? ”

Yin Ling just looked at the woman in front of her hesitantly, with a faint breeze around her, a faint fragrance, that faint fragrance, so fragrant, but it had a soul-like fragrance, and it seemed to be a kind of incense, so she couldn't help but hold her breath, because she just felt that the fragrance was poisonous by her intuition.

However, she still breathed again, even if the incense was poisonous, she still had to breathe, she still had to speak: "Actually, I don't know very well. I'm not sure if it's for him or not. ”

"Even if it's for him, it's still for himself after all." The woman suddenly turned into a serious demeanor and said, "Is a man always a woman's backer?" Whether it is material or spiritual, it is all relying and sustenance. Do you really think so? ”

"No, I didn't have that idea." Yin Ling said with some hesitation, "And there is a woman, a woman named Li Xianxian, she also persuaded me like this, and then, I got it like this, until now, in fact, I am not particularly clear......"

"You don't really know how important he really is in his heart, do you?" The woman crouched down slowly, just staring at the white fox's eyes, a pair of eyes that seemed to glow as if they could talk.

The woman said softly, "How much do you care about him, how much does he care about you, you are still not sure, you are still so depressed, you are still so unbelievable, you will still be so afraid, your heart is confused." Your heart is so messed up by that him, so that he is disoriented, disoriented. So that you care about him again, you have the impulse and idea of being willing to give everything for him, you are afraid, you are inexplicably afraid, afraid, you dare not approach, you have the trembling of approaching, and you are only willing to be lonely alone, and in that nostalgia, suffering from loneliness, you are so willing. Yin Ling, you stupid girl, even if you are a fox, you are a very stupid fox, at least compared to ordinary foxes, you are really stupid. ”

"There's no way, really, I can't do anything about myself, and he has the same way in his heart." Because she just lowered her head slightly, inhaled gently, but seemed to be inhaling the faint salty bitter breath with tears, inexplicably with the breath of tears, inexplicably, there was something sour and warm current flowing in her heart, that warm current was so silently overflowing her heart, overflowing her painful and scarred heart, she just inhaled in a sigh, inhaling a cold and chilling gas, she just said so softly, "But, I have no regrets, because...... Like this...... Maybe not. ”

"Hehe, this is really the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life, this kind of thing is not bad, I really don't know what is worse, what is not worse than being far away from my lover and enduring loneliness?" The woman chuckled softly and contemptuously.

He ...... He's not my lover yet. Yin Ling hurriedly replied with some confusion, "...... between us"

"Or nothing, fool, don't you think there should be something?" The woman seduced Yin Ling and just smiled softly, "Yin Ling, my name is Yun Die, you won't be able to escape from here in the future, so you can come and accompany me." I'll treat you better than a man. ”

"Don't." Yin Ling opened her mouth without thinking, and when she opened her mouth to speak, she also scared herself.

"Hmph. Maybe that's up to you! Yun Die said with hatred in her voice, "If you want to be like this, don't ...... But can you escape? "There was an empty air in the air, but people were so dumbfounded.