PS: It's really strange how when An An began to pay serious attention to book reviews, there were no book reviews. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info really

It's a little strange that people are dissatisfied with the new chapter or feel that there is something wrong with it, yes

Bring it up.

If, if no one is going to say anything, what if, the recent clicks, or whatever, is still there

Every time it is more or less, An An can only update it like an exercise.

If there are still not many book reviews, An An can only write in her own way. Because no

There are book reviews, there is no dialogue, and I don't know what the situation is, although, a little annoyance, but

Yes, only for the time being.

As the saying goes, the Buddha said: Be patient, be patient, wait, wait patiently!

Okay, come on, work hard!

I hope I am really willing to read An An's text and interact with An An well, thank you.

Looks like there's another book review...... But what? Amen!!!!!!! What a rhythm it is

This? Is An An going to laugh? Or do you want to cry? I want to cry without tears, hehe, there is a very impulsive inexplicable

The rhythm of ing, touching is there, but what? What kind of emotions are there other emotions?

Very inexplicable impulsive little emotions! What kind of emotion is it?

Keep the idea, guess what......

18. Dreams fall and blossom

Lying by the river lay her, lying fainting, unconscious, unconscious after tiredness

Make move.

She was hunted down, and in that drowsy sleep, it was full of nightmares, all horrible nightmares, all chasing

The nightmare of chasing and chasing, what kind of shattering, what kind of escape and can't escape, and escape

Not far.

Someone's voice, like a woman's voice: "Let go, let go!" ”

Hand...... There was no warning of letting go, but there was something dizzy tormenting, as if it was faint to the touch

Dizzy and painful and throbbing and convulsing, as if he had lost his memory, he had lost his memory for a long time, the god in his memory

After being crushed, the liver and intestines were broken, and they were broken for a long time.

It's so hard to do, it's so hard to do it again, it's hard to do it again, it's so hard

to seek and wait for the road again.

In that place he once said: "Forgetting is like a wisp of smoke, and it only takes a gust of wind to blow it apart,

Blow it out, and everything seems to be gone with the wind, ethereal, and there is nothing, nothing

There is, and nothing can be found. ”

There was only the breath of death, and the breath of indifference, and it was just unspoken words

Words.

In the air, there is the breath of seeking, the breath of waiting for such pain, what is that

It's been a long wait.

"Miss, look, dazzle!" She was once young and ignorant, but she was so happy and so

Happy without burden, and so innocent, she looked at him innocently and smiled, looking

He laughed.

That night, the summer starry sky that was suddenly clear after the rain, the starry sky was so colorful and shining

。 The world with shining stars is so crystal clear and forgotten, who is it that is in vain? She......

Minstrels? What exactly is the ...... Still Spirit, Still ...... Neither...... Still, everything in everything, original

Is it a void?

The void is in that gorgeous silence, the void is in the shattering and shattering, in that faint sadness

Seeking, looking for something, looking for what result again, looking for what result again,

I was looking for a reason for something.

And he, so gently, let go of her hand, shook his head gently, and said softly: "No."

There is a reason, everything will not have a reason, there will be no reason to find a reason again, and it will never be again

I can't find the slightest excuse. ”

She had run, running through the crowds, running through the streets, when she was eight years old.

As a young man, she ran powerlessly and painfully, she ran through the crowd, desperately running, chasing

Make move.

She gasped and prayed, "Don't have an accident! Don't have an accident if you fall into the air

！ The leaves are empty, but don't have anything to do! ”

He had gently stroked her forehead, caressing her cheeks, the roots of her ears soft there

Affectionately, he sighed softly.

That was the promise he made to her when he was in his twenties: "Yin Ling is good, you want to be good, you want to be good."

Trust me. I'm not going to be so pessimistic, I'm not going to do anything stupid! Don't worry, I'll take care of it

Own, no matter what happens, I will not go to extremes, I will not do anything out of the ordinary,

You'd better take back your worries. You'd better take care of yourself. Wait for my news

。 Soul ...... Will you wait for me? ”

Yes, she wanted to tremble so impulsively, but she didn't know if it was excitement and trembling and choking, or

He gently stretched out his hand, the warmth of his palms, his fingers, and the soft fingers he used with his two fingers

Belly, gently pressed against her lips, he inhaled deeply, inhaling the surroundings that belonged only to him and her

The breath of the moment of shared existence, where he smiled, and his smile became before her eyes

Blurred, becoming more and more blurred, as if, falling rain...... Seems...... Soggy and ...... dreamland

。

A city in the dream, a desolate city, a desolate and endless city,

A small, dead and empty town.

Who is there hiking, rambling on a trip, and the goal exists in the mind, it seems

It is the physical dedication and travel, and it seems to be a spiritual journey and journey, a spiritual journey, yes

Indifferent travel and journey, so indifferent and far away, there is something to be told there

Far away, far away, far away, far, far away, impossible.

I wanted to stop in the wilderness and the desert, to stagnate, to stop moving, to walk again,

No longer chasing, I once thought that the next footprint will be the next footprint, which is the end and a knot

Shuyu, the end of the next, the end of the next, and the escape and distance of the next.

The dreams that are far away, the dreams that are far away, and the untruthfulness that is so far away, the loss that is far away

Fantasy. There's something twitching there, there's something struggling there.

Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of him, and he suddenly said, "Yin Ling, just send it here, you can do it."

It's just here to go. You can go, you can leave like this, let's go,

Let's go back. Yin Ling, be good, okay, go back. Otherwise, it will be dark, as long as it is sky

It's dark, Spirit, and you'll not recognize your way home, and this ...... It's not what I want. recite

Spirit, go home. Take advantage of the darkness. ”

"I don't!" She stubbornly refused, "Let me go with you one more time." ”

"You can't go any further, you have to stay! Stay with the Minstrels! He stopped abruptly, and stopped going

Walking forward, paying attention, what kind of memories are regrouped in that place, and what are there

The concentrated breath of the breath, the breath there, the vacancy of something, the blankness of something,

There's something indifferent.

In my memory, it is the sand and dust that flies, and it is the sand and dust that is rolling in front of me at a rapid pace

Blood-red sand and dust. There will be a loss of gravity and resistance, and support, what?

What is broken, what is broken, broken again and broken, broken in a bright red

It's a piece of blue, it's him with blue hair, it's her who rides the wind and breaks the sky, what does it break through,

There is something tightly bound in the pain of the heart.

That he ...... When she was a child, she kept chasing the boy who was worried that he would fight the brawl, but he was in so-and-so

One day, one day after that, or so ...... "sentenced to death?" "After getting the news

In that instant, what rang in the ears rang, echoed, and it was whose tip was constantly buzzing and breaking in the ears

Screams, screams of terror.

"That man, he must die, I must kill him, if he does not die, I will die!" He had

One day, under the dim oil lamp, I looked earnestly into her eyes, as if to see through her, to see

She replied like that.

It was a night where they sat for a long time. That night, it was a wind that came to an abrupt end

in the end.

After the two sank into the silence of the endless sorrow and couldn't bear to break so and so

When you are lonely, the door ...... It was blown away by the wind.

The wooden door, which was strangely blown open by a gloomy wind. Although, Ye Luokong remembered that he had obviously tied the wooden door, but why was the door still there

What about being opened again?

Why was the wooden door blown open by the wind again, and it was blown open by a small breeze? be

Trance, or the anxiety of confusion and fear, or the trembling of mystery and unknown sadness.

He laughed as she trembled at a loss, he grinned, but she saw it

Smile, a face under the dim oil lamp, a smiling and hideous face, has

What kind of terrifying aura tightly wrapped and attacked her heart.

She had been timid, frightened, and frightened in that place, but suddenly she realized,

In that sudden lifting of his eyes, he found his distancing, found his wandering, found his departure,

Something is leaving, leaving again, leaving with pain and confusion.

What kind of emptiness, what kind of brokenness, and what kind of fall, what kind of dream.

"What, have our guests arrived?" Ye Luokong laughed softly there, smiling

In the faint candlelight, it seemed so hideous, so terrifying, so rusty,

So strange.

When such a leaf fell into the air, the bard didn't seem to recognize it, as if he was looking at a stranger

, the same eyes, the same nose, the same mouth, the same words and deeds, the same appearance

, the same physique, everything, everything seems to have not changed, it seems, nothing

Change, but ...... And why?

Everything is why, it's all a new why, why is it so strange

This?

She shook her head in that place, shaking her head sadly and distantly, staring at what was coming, walking

Who's coming?

Who is it, with a gust of wind, that can blow open a door that was originally chained, and what is it?

Who? A wind seemed to blow away a lot of things, blowing away memories, blowing

Scattered time, blown away soul...... Like the beauty of all that is gone.

Like a fragrant flower, the petals were shattered and broken under the sudden arrow

Chaos, messy flowers and rain go with the wind, and float.

The memory always seems to freeze in this moment, and the memory seems to be in this time period, just like that

It had to stop and stop abruptly, as if time had to be frozen and frozen

It's frozen, it's a memory that's been sealed and sealed.

It's just that at that moment, she was there to be scared, but she tried so hard to comfort her

Said to himself: "It's just a guest, it's just a disappointed guest, it's just a guest." ”

Since you are a guest, you should treat the guest well, no matter who the guest is. this

It doesn't matter who the guest is, the important thing is that she should greet him well. But...... She's in

There was hesitation and confusion, who ...... Whoever will meet him, and who will come so and so will have to wait and wait

Something?

There is a thousand-year-old blockade memory, and there is a demon hidden in the tower of the blockade memory

Sin, hiding from a demon, that is a demon who needs to suck people's blood to replenish his body

Iniquity, that is a demon who seems to never see the light of day.

It's such an emptiness, it's such a disaster, a door blown open by the wind in the dark night,

It was dark outside the door, and it was dark inside the door, but there was something in the moment of thought

What is the general memory that is blocked?

It was he who got up, left her, and looked for a woman in a snow-white robe from the bottom of his heart

The woman's wind, rain, and butterfly seem to have nothing to do with him, but it is still a waiting, a fall

Lonely and long waiting?

Did he leave her? Walking back to the door that opened automatically, he walked into the darkness and stepped in

In the darkness, she realized that in addition to waiting and waiting, she let herself lose

Ming, that is, to make yourself unable to see anything, to hear nothing, it seems to be so...... Ear to the ear

If it's cleaner, everything will get better again.

The minstrel waited there quietly, comforting himself quietly: wait, there is another knot

If there is a result, there will be a result, it must be a result, and the only and final end is to wait.

Still waiting so tremblingly. And she turned around and looked into the air, but in that moment

found that he ...... Walking into the darkness, a man, completely and non-stop, walked into that area

In the darkness, in the darkness, slowly re-waiting and waiting, it is like this

Shattered a haggard waiting, and in the end, it turned out to be his departure.

She chased after her like a lost soul, and hurried to the gate. chased to a piece of the house

In the darkness and coolness of the night, and in that dark night scene and night, there is a blooming night

Incense, that nightshade, what kind of smell does it exude there, what kind of smell it exudes

A deep and inexplicably poignant memory.

In the misery, the final result of waiting, haggard and struggling to wait and wait, unexpectedly

But it was his departure.

I didn't expect everything to be found in the end, and the result of waiting was nothing.

Is the result of waiting for just one game?

She was in that place staring at the moonlight in a distracted and distracted state of personal grief, silent,

The leaves fall and the flowers float, the silent moisturizing rules, the silent breath. The flower of dreams has bloomed. Dreams bloomed generally.