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72 Fear in the Quiet

There is something quiet there, suddenly there is a very quiet kind of fear, there is something there is a kind of helplessness that is very quiet, there is a quiet air where it is resting, there is quiet air there is hard to find, there is something in the quiet air, there is something there is empty and blank, what seems to be real, what seems to be unreal, what is real there, there is something that is not real there, and there is nothing that seems impossible there. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It is there that it is injured, it is a continuous injury, it is also a kind of indifferent injury, there is something that has disappeared in a hurry, there is something that has changed unconsciously, there is something that is unpredictable, there is difficult to judge, where it is completely confused and confused, it is difficult to judge, it is difficult to choose. In that confusion, I chose to run away, I chose to escape, I chose to forget there, I completely forgot something, I couldn't think of anything there.

There is something that is getting more and more difficult, and there is something that is getting more and more difficult, and there is something that is getting more and more helpless, and there is pain, as if all the nerve throbbing pain, and in that pain, the stupid and sad and helpless person, who bows his head there, sighs there, whose back, so left, the back that left is completely gone, and there is also gone, It's like she's completely out of order there.

There is something that is selfish there, and what kind of selfish pain is disordered there, and there is something that is there to worry about, there will be too many worries, and the troubles in that life, all the time, every minute, every second, are there to torment people, and they are also there to be annoying and disturbing.

When the heart is quiet somewhere, dead and silent there, as if it has lost its heartbeat there, it is impossible to do anything, it is in the air, reaching out and just touching the air there, it is a blank and empty air, there is nothing to be found in the air, there is no empty and empty air, what kind of sigh there is, there is a deep and helpless sigh. In the midst of sighing, there are always all kinds of troubles, which can never be found or found.

Need to grow, need to grow up, when people slowly mature there, understand something again, will they find what they want to cherish, only when they truly understand the meaning and value of life and themselves, will they know what they should cherish the most. We should cherish what needs to be cherished, and we should look for what needs to be found. There is something that has disappeared there, as if something has disappeared, and it can no longer be found.

It was a person's time, a lonely time there, a person there who didn't think about anything, didn't do anything, was still there and wasn't sure of anything, and everything was not sure there. Bow your head there, miss there, when you miss something, the saddest thing is not that one missed. The saddest thing in life is that it is obviously missed, but the person concerned does not know, and the person who knows is precisely an outsider, and the person in the bureau is still there as if in a dream, as if it was arranged and mocked by fate. And this kind of life arrangement, outsiders see it in their eyes and panic in their hearts, but in fact, they can't do anything.

It's the chaos where you can't do anything, the confusion where you can't do anything, where you don't distinguish between right and wrong, where you don't distinguish between right and wrong, where you don't distinguish between good and bad, where you miss something that you have missed for a long time, where you have been in a coma for a long time, where you seem to have forgotten for a long time, what kind of forgetting that is painful, what kind of forgetting is there at a loss, what kind of forgetting is there sad, what kind of haggard is hanging there, What kind of haggard there is that I can't help myself, and I can't do it there, and I can't control it.

There is something that is uncontrollable there, and there is something that is unstable and impossible, and what has disappeared, as if it has disappeared for a long time, as if it has disappeared and cannot be found, and suddenly you will feel the touch of the body there, feel the powerlessness and weakness of the body there, and feel what kind of human affection is hot and cold, the world is warm and cold, that is a kind of cruelty, a kind of cruelty that belongs to the indifferent heart. And when the indifferent cruelty is repeated there, what kind of fear, what kind of fear there is.

What kind of fear, what kind of helplessness, what kind of unknown, what is far away, is it the distant heart, or in the distant heaven, the distance between heaven and the human heart, the distance between happiness and oneself, can be so close, can be so far, or it can be there disordered, restless. What can't be found, what is painful to struggle there, and what to bear in that painful struggle, is a kind of strength, a kind of effort, and a kind of forgetting and forgetting again.

What is very indifferent, what is very distant, and what is indifferent and estranged, what cannot be found, what there is is that is difficult to find there, where it is indifferent in repetition, where it is constantly blamed, where it is resentful, where it is poisonous, as if there will be some kind of hesitant responsibility that is repeated and resentful there, and what is born in it is resented, and what is born in it is also escaped in it. Seeing who is right in front of you, but still feeling distant there is a feeling of being very far away, very far away.

Sometimes, although she wants to get closer, she wants to get warm, but when someone gets close to it, she just feels fear, and because of that unknown fear, she wants to escape, she wants to escape there, and she wants to forget there.

There are many, many things that are not clear, what kind of ambiguity there is, and what I want to listen to there, but in the blank space of the wind, in the ups and downs, what is distant, what is there and what is getting more and more distant, and because of what kind of distance and estrangement, she feels powerless, feels a sense of disappointment and loss in herself, and a deep sense of disappointment and loss. She clearly knew that her mood and mood were just a feeling, but she still couldn't change her feelings there, and that feeling was just very uncomfortable there.

In the dreary air, what kind of depression, in that depression, what kind of chaotic breath is transmitted there, also there troubles, also trembling there, as if it is difficult to stop there, difficult to shut up, when what kind of fragmented words are transmitted there in fear, just feel fear, just tremble there, as if there is something impossible, what kind of impossibility, and because of what impossibility, want to unravel there, Something that I want to untie there is like a knot that I can't untie.

When the knot of her heart was there that was difficult to untie, she waited there, and there she seemed to wait for nothing and turned around again, where she no longer went to the person behind her, and turned away there, not willing to be alone, but, unintentionally, in that helplessness, she was still there alone, and she was there to endure something, and she stayed there quietly in the air.

The white fox spirit walked the dark passage again, and it was there that she relied on the touch with the stone wall to discern the path she was going to walk and the direction she was going, she would be worried that she was lost, but some things could not be changed because she was afraid, not because she was afraid that she would be disoriented. A lot of things are not scared out of fear. It's not that you can unravel yourself in your own troubles just because you're there. Darkness can't save the darkness, the darkness still needs light, it needs a beam of light to tear through such a dull darkness, and because of the lack of light, because of the lack of light, and in the confusion of what kind of absence and lack of confusion, there is still some nostalgia, which is not very clear, or there is no reason, or there is no reason to say what kind of nostalgia there is.

The road and journey of life are long there, the road of life is like there is far, far away, very long, the road of life is long and it seems to be very difficult to walk, it is difficult to walk, every step is so difficult to walk, every step is so difficult and difficult, and in that difficulty and difficulty, she feels the depression of this air, and also in that depression, she can't tell her direction, she doesn't know where she wants to go.

When she was in the dark passageway, she didn't know exactly where she was going, whether it would be an exit, or permanent darkness, or what kind of underground chamber it was, or if it would hit a wall—it wouldn't work. She would be very worried that she would always meet there, always hit the wall there without finding her way, and get a cold reception there, a cold reception in her life.

What you can't get will always be cherished there, what you always have, because it doesn't belong to you, you will have to think about it, it's a kind of ambitious and endless amplification, it's a kind of blind amplification, and when you don't know whether it's real enough to become like this, a lot of things are just there to slip through your hands, and what you have to have slipped through your palms and slipped away. What slipped out of my palm was the light, the wind, the time, the memory, and the emptiness, what kind of mood there was, what kind of disturbed and restless mood would be there.

I don't know right or wrong, just staring there, staring into the darkness, as if my eyes are blind there, completely blind there, the darkness of my eyes, the darkness of my whole vision, and the darkness of that darkness, what is impossible, what kind of unreality, what kind of mistakes, but in that stubbornness, what kind of mistakes I insist on. Knowing that it is wrong, but still persisting, maybe it is wrong on top of wrong, or maybe it is just a kind of non-admitting, unable to admit one's fault, or maybe there is no one who knows that he is wrong, and he can't believe it, and he can't accept his own fault. It's not terrible to make mistakes, it's so terrible that you don't accept your own mistakes, you can't see your own mistakes, and you still blindly and continuously insist on your own faulty opinions, but in the maintenance of your faulty opinions, there is nothing more terrible than self-righteousness.

It's a kind of self-harm, it's a kind of injury, it's also a kind of destruction, and it seems to be a long-term, long, long-term thing, which is completely impossible there. In that time, what was in the indifference, what kind of indifference was torn there, like a wound being opened, and she didn't seem to feel her heart there, as if her heart was empty there. She wondered if her heart was there, at some point, it was gouged out there, as if her heart had been dug out.

After a long period of forgetting and forgetting, just when the white fox's chant reminded him that he was too lightheaded to walk forward, suddenly the man's voice came from behind him: "You can't get out of the cave here if you walk recklessly without knowing the direction, do you want to go to the underground passage?" Or do you want to get out of here? Do you want to get out? If you want to go out, I'll take you out. ”

She hesitated there, as if her heart was beating there, trembling there, trembling something, as if there would be something vacant there, something growing there, like the surging waves of the sea surging in that heart. A lot of alienation and distantness, in that alienation and distantness, what is no longer accepted, and what there is is no longer close, will feel difficulties there. It's getting harder and harder to have something there.

After a while, as if she had just found her voice in the midst of that difficulty and struggle, she spoke, "I want to go out." ”

In that dreary world, in that small world, too small and too small, and because of those narrowness and closure, there was a kind of isolation there, in that isolation, she felt lonely there, she also felt difficulties there, what kind of timidity she had, what kind of heart she wanted to go out, it was a long, long dull and closed heart, wanting to go out, wanting to go out to the outside world to absorb fresh air.

"Okay, that's what you need." Behind him, he agreed to her very decisively, and there was a smile in his words, "Since you are out, then there will be no relationship between us anymore, but I hope you can help me say hello to Princess Yun'er." ”

"Princess Yun'er? Who is Princess Yun'er? Yin Ling was a little puzzled, she quickly turned around in surprise, she just stared blankly at a black and blurred figure in the hole on the opposite side, because he was there with the light, so she couldn't find him there, and she couldn't see his face clearly, and when he couldn't see clearly, she sighed there, and then slowly spit out her own words, "She...... Is she Yundie? ”

"You can go and ask Yundie." The indistinct man spoke softly in the other passage of a far, far away, and his words echoed for a long time in the long passage, the voices and voices that echoed in bursts of voices. She was hiding, as if she couldn't hide there, and suddenly there was a figure, and suddenly she had to wear it, and it was that figure, that black figure completely passed through her body, and she was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes.

"Hehe, fool." As she closed her eyes tightly, there was a sound of laughter in her ears, the most familiar laughter she knew, it was his voice, it was his voice, it was his laughter. He was a frustration she knew all too well.

"Missed?" With the panic in her heart, the white fox's soul hurriedly opened her eyes, but immediately rushed to a strong dazzling light, which stung her eyes, she immediately closed her eyes, but felt her body, as if she was no longer standing on the ground, as if her feet were no longer on the ground, as if she was floating in the air. Just when she didn't know what was going on, she suddenly felt her body sink there, and she had to sink down completely.

The wind was almost in her ears, she just felt her body sinking rapidly, she felt that she was falling from the air, she didn't dare to look, she didn't dare to open her eyes to see, she didn't know where she was going to fall, everything was not clear there, everything was also there confused, there was a long confusion of losing her mind. I felt the pain and was confused.

Just as she felt her body continue to sink down, she felt a pair of hands, a pair of hands hugging her, and then so tightly hugging her, just falling down and hugging her in mid-air.

"Disappointed ......" Yin Ling was a little surprised and opened her eyes again, but what fell into her eyes was the familiar woman's voice and smile, and the enchanting woman smiled faintly there, as if there was some kind of ** expression there smiling, she smiled and bit her lip and said: "Hehe, little fox, I disappointed you!" ”

"Cloud Butterfly?" The white fox's Yin Ling looked at Yun Die and was first startled, and then seemed to react to something, and hurriedly asked, "Who is Princess Yun'er?" ”

"Hehe, he asked me to tell you, right?" Yun Die just smiled there slowly, and there always seemed to be some kind of content in that smile, but the content of that smile was hidden too deep and too deep for Yin Ling to figure out the truth, but she felt that her surroundings were no longer falling down so quickly, and the speed at which they were falling down was obviously slowing down there, and her feet fell to the ground there as Yin felt the swirling air and headwind under her feet.

When her feet completely landed on the stone floor, when she just stood firmly on the ground, she immediately looked up and asked Yun Die, "You know him, then tell me quickly, who is he?" What's going on with all of this? Who is Princess Yun'er? ”

"Hehe, who is he?" Yun Die looked at her with a smile, with what kind of deep emotions were precipitated there, she opened her mouth and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you?" ”

"You...... Did you tell me? There, the spirit felt more and more dizzy and confused, and asked emphatically, "When did you tell me?" How could I not know? ”

"Hehe, well, that's what you have to ask yourself." Yun Die was so mysterious that she secretly smiled there, "Maybe, if you use your brain a little, maybe you will know." ”

"Well, really?" Yin Ling was a little surprised, but he still stood there and froze, "But, I still can't remember anything!" ”

"It's the sea, he's the sea!" Yun Die reminded a little helplessly.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Sometimes, Yin Ling is really there for a while, and her brain seems to be full of paste there, her stupidity will make Yun Die suspect that she is pretending to be stupid, but it seems that she can't find anything pretending to be stupid, and the white fox's Yin Ling still asked, as if asking himself, "You seem to have said this, right?" ”

"That's right! My little fox sister! Yun Die couldn't help but sigh, "He is the voice of the blue sea." It's the guardian of the sea, it's Princess Yun'er's ......"

"Do you know Princess Yun'er?" Yin Ling couldn't help but ask when Yun Die's words were immediately dumbfounded, "Who ......are he and Princess Yun'er?"

"It doesn't matter!" Yun Die suddenly said there in a dull and very tired and disgusted manner, as if she didn't want to say anything more, but as if she wanted to emphasize something, she repeated there in a heavy tone, "They have nothing to do with it. ”

The white fox's spirit is very stupid when he is stupid there, sometimes he is so stupid that he can't tell what the situation is, he just messes around there, and he doesn't see what the situation is, he is just a bunch of questions there, but this time he has a very special declarative sentence: "What should they do!" ”

"You! What a damn, underwhelming little fox! Yun Die suddenly said with a very disgusted and unfriendly attitude, looking at her angry appearance, she really looked like she was going to fight the spirit, "I'm Yun'er's personal maid, and they all say that they don't matter, you, who don't know Princess Yun'er at all, what nonsense are you talking about here!" If you were in the palace of the sea, you would have been punished with death and your head cut off. Even if it is a lighter one, it is a capital crime that can be avoided, and a living crime cannot be escaped! ”

"Ah......h She just stared blankly there, staring blankly at the turn of the cloud butterfly, staring blankly at a piece of blue sky that she hadn't seen for a long time, it was in that black hole and low passage, it was difficult to see the ground sky, the vast and boundless sky, but looking at the endless sky, it seemed that something was sliding heavily in her heart, and something was falling......

-- Failed...... Where does nostalgia rise and fall, as the wind rises, the ripple-like swirling wind ripples slightly in my heart.