142 Healing Memories

He fell limply on the stem, but leaned against the trunk, and there he sighed heavily, weakly,

Sighing deeply, mixed with chaotic gasps, he was just there gasping in confusion, the night he fled,

He had to escape from the forest of Lock Worry City, and he had to escape from such a group of people, with his sad and bleeding body,

He had to run with his wounds on him, and he ran until he couldn't run anymore, and he fell down so weakly, and fell on the weeds. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a terrible night, because he was wounded and bleeding.

He couldn't sleep, no matter how sleepy he was, and he woke up again in the pain and pain of the laceration.

He woke up in pain again and again.

Then, I had to endure the painful wound, and I had to wait for the dawn in a daze,

Waiting for another dawn, but the time of waiting for dawn is so long, and the waiting for dawn is so painful and lonely.

There a man waits for the darkness, there he endures bleeding wounds, there he endures the cold of the night, with the loneliness and emaciation of a man.

He was sad, sad, and powerless. He was a man who was dying.

For the first time, he realized that he was so fragile, his body was like tofu dregs, how could he be injured so easily.

He only felt that he was too weak, and he still wanted to be strong. didn't realize that he was a person who was too easily injured.

The scars on his body were always one after another, but he continued to add to his wounds, and he never noticed anything wrong.

This kind of injury seems to be commonplace for him to fall into the void.

He can endure the pain, except that he can't sleep in pain, and what kind of thoughts he misses in addition to the pain.

Is it true that he has to live a lonely life like fleeing for his life, and live a life of fear?

However, he has already chosen this kind of life, as if he has no choice, as if he has no choice.

He didn't want to think about anything more, so he wrapped the wound himself with some rough cloth on his body, and then he reluctantly wrapped the wound, and then he endured it there.

For Ye Luokong, from childhood to adulthood, he has been learning one thing, and what he has learned the most, that is, to endure,

No matter what happened, no matter what happened, he had to learn to endure there, and he had to endure it so hard, but he always felt that he was not patient enough.

Otherwise, everything would not be like this again.

If he was a little more patient, if he could calm down a little more, he would not have broken Gao Xiaohu's leg so impulsively.

He regretted it a little, and he regretted it even more when he met Gao Xiaolong.

Many times, regret is useless, but it will be there and regret it.

You will feel that your strength is too weak and powerless there, and then you will endure it there and try to be strong there, and you will try to be strong and maintain it.

No matter how difficult life and reality are, he must work hard there, endure hard, and be a little more patient.

He had to clench his teeth, even if the pain seemed to be continuous, as if it were endless.

However, he still tried to learn to adapt there, but he still couldn't help but be annoyed there, and he couldn't help but be resentful and a little confused.

And when he was alone, he lay on the weeds, and on the cold ground, with the cold dew of the night,

Then, just there staring at the turquoise moonlight in a daze.

Loneliness that belongs to a person, but when it is true that there is such a time, he can only endure there,

He needed to endure it, because it seemed like he had no choice but to endure it.

You will feel difficult in it, and you will feel overwhelmed in it.

When he was very lonely, he also realized that he had never paid attention to his family.

He originally had a family, he had a docile mother, a strict father, and ...... And a little girl next door,

Although she is not his family, she has no blood relationship with him, but he has always regarded her as his own relatives and family in his heart.

However, he didn't know why, but he didn't admit it at the time. He always regrets and remorsefulness only after the incident has passed.

But in reality, it's all long gone. Everything is long gone.

And it became more troublesome and troublesome in it.

He's just there confused, just there, it's a useless time,

It was as if everything seemed useless during the time when he was paralyzed, and at that time, he felt that even he was useless.

For a while, he had a kind of torture that was worse than death, and in the midst of that torture, he just sighed deeply there.

In that tormented sigh, he wished that time could pass a little faster, but he also wished that time could stand still,

Because, after this night, it is another day, so what should he do with his new day?

When he can't and doesn't know how to prepare for his new day, he is afraid and afraid.

He was in that fear and fear, hoping that a new day would not come again, because the new day that came seemed to be the coming of another cycle of difficulties and difficulties.

He will still be there at some point, just there and he can't help but be afraid, just there he can't help but be in pain.

He felt that he needed to take responsibility, to take on the responsibility of the whole family, to take on the responsibility of a son, to take on the responsibility of a friend.

However, he was always incompetent, and he only felt a deep sadness and desolation there.

He has never cherished his parents, his docile mother, he has always neglected her,

He often did not listen to his strict father's teachings, and constantly quarreled with his father.

He didn't know how he was so persistent at a young age, and he had a quarrel with his father when his brain was so hot, and then he confronted the whole village there.

When everyone knew that he had killed his teacher, people in the village offered to put him to death.

And at that time, Ye Luokong was still a child, and he was still a minor!

"A minor, still a child, went to kill people, if this kind of evil obstacle grows up in the future, it is not a danger to the world! A scourge for sure! ”

It was the father with the whip in his hand, stopped by his mother's outstretched hands, and said angrily in his mouth,

"This kind of son, you still protect him, you spoil your son like this, it's not love at all.

It is not good for him that you protect him like this.

You are conniving with him, and you are conniving at criminals! He killed a man!

He killed his teacher! You're still protecting him, you're protecting murderers! You're a conniving murderer! ”