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74 want to escape from the heart

What kind of escape, what kind of unknown, what kind of fear, is there helpless fear and fear, what kind of thoughts are far away, is it her remoteness, or the remoteness of the white fox's own mind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The story, when the story involves the secret of something, Yun Die shut up there, Yun Die stopped, and Yun Die never went on. Yin Ling couldn't rush anything, so she had to wait there patiently.

However, she did not know that her patient wait was a long wait, and such a wait would be a kind of distant time, as if it were far away. She just saw Yun Die turn around, she turned around and left in front of her, she didn't say anything, she didn't say hello when she left, maybe it was just because she didn't want to say it, maybe it was just because she was too lazy to say, or maybe it was just because she was thinking about her heart, what kind of trivial and messy things she had in her heart, she forgot something, she forgot something else there, and then she just watched in that place, and waited there in a daze, but, What is waiting is empty, but what is waiting is whose departure, it is Yundie's turn and departure.

The white fox's Yin Ling just stood in place a little stupid, a little stupid, she didn't know what everything was going on, when she still wanted to know the following text, and wanted to know the next thing, she wanted to know in detail about the princess called Yun'er, how she met that Lan Haisheng, and how much she loved him, and how much he loved her, this may just be the gossip of Yin Ling, or maybe this kind of story also involves what kind of heart she buried deep in her heart. What she wants to know more is, how did Princess Yun'er die, is it really related to the sound of the blue sea? What kind of implication and involvement are there, and what kind of connections and relationships are there?

However, Yin Ling did not wait for the answer to her question, and perhaps, she would never be able to return. Because Yun Die walked away, the white fox's Yin Ling looked at the back that was getting farther and farther away, she once wanted to call her, wanted to call Yun Die back, wanted to ask some specific questions and various doubts and difficulties, but Yun Die didn't look back, Yin Ling didn't know what was wrong with her, and she didn't continue to ask, she suddenly didn't want to ask, she just stared blankly at the figure and back of Yun Die who turned away, she was there in a daze, she was there in the emptiness. The heart feels lonely in the air where a person is very lonely, which is a kind of loneliness and difficult to sustenance, and it is difficult to rely on a kind of feelings and feelings.

What you have is difficult to pinnaise, what you have is there that is difficult to rely on, there is forgetting, and there is also like death, what kind of pain and difficulty exists there is very painful, what is very difficult, what kind of difficulty is there at a loss, and I no longer think about what kind of retention, no longer think about what to keep, and I don't want to keep anything. The wind is in the air, blowing and blowing. In this nature, everything is free, everyone has the freedom and reason to stay and leave, and no one has the reason and power to control others, so the white fox's spirit is silent, and she no longer has any thoughts about wanting to stay. There she didn't want to keep anything anymore, and she didn't want to keep anything anymore.

Because of what kind of forgetfulness there will be, what kind of pain will there be, looking at whose back, the figure that is gradually moving away, the back that is getting more and more blurred and thin, she just suddenly feels lonely, it is a very lonely feeling of being alone, and because of this feeling of loneliness and loneliness, she suddenly has to feel a little uncomfortable, what kind of smoke is depressed, and what kind of discomfort she has, but she still wants to get rid of this depressed and uncomfortable feeling.

It's just there to respond, it's only there to accompany, it's just there to forget, what kind of coldness is forgotten in that coldness, what kind of impossibility is there, what kind of fear and horror is found in that impossibility, and what is difficult and confused in it. What is not clear, what there is is is forgotten there, what is not clear in forgetting, one's own path. When I stay in that place, I feel that this kind of stay is a kind of stay and depression that I can't adapt to, what kind of stay and depression I can't adapt to. However, when I was ready to walk, I found that the road to be walked was a long, long road, and the long road of life would only be there and terrifying. There you will be afraid when you see the endless road, and before you have taken a step, you will feel fear and fear trembling there, and you will be timid, and you will be afraid, and your whole body will tremble.

Why? What is the reason for all this? Why do you want to walk alone, why do you walk alone, and why is such a lonely road so long, very long, on a long road, she can't find an end, she can't find a stop, she can't find a place she can live, she just feels that she can't inhabit there, she can't find and can't find a world that can accommodate herself, and she can't find a heart that can accommodate herself very lonely and helpless. The heart wanders there, when a person is very lonely, he learns to be strong on the lonely road of that person, it is a kind of strength to hold oneself tightly, and there to learn to be strong, and there to learn to bear and bear it.

What kind of care there is, and what kind of indifference it seems to exist there, what kind of oblivion will be forgotten there, what kind of long-term forgetfulness, and what kind of long-term confusion and embarrassment in it. Something I don't know, something I am worried about, when I can't find something to support, I grind there, as if I will consume every inch of my heart there, as if I will be eroded there. In that forgetting and vacancy, there is a tangle of smoke, and there is something that produces troubles in it, as if it is a kind of trouble that is difficult for oneself to unravel.

What is waiting there, what is waiting there, what seems to have disappeared there, knowing what is wrong, and also seems to know what is impossible, but there is no choice, as if you are forcing yourself to go to a dead end, and in that dead end, what kind of difficulties and helplessness you feel, it is a lot of hard work, as if you have spent a lot of hard work there, and suddenly it is in vain. Everything is in vain, and it is a kind of powerlessness and loss that will make people feel so disappointed and helpless.

The heart sinks there, and the heart is lost and empty there, as if it is no longer able to grasp and control its own heart. There are many, many unclear discernment, a lot of things, not to open a pair of big eyes, no matter how big your eyes are, they are invisible, even if they are as big as a cow's eyes, you can't see, you can't see, because some things can't be seen with your eyes. In the same way, there are some things that you can hear so much of the mystery that you can hear if you don't hear it with your ears. What kind of skills are required? What you look and listen to, is it the appearance? Or is it noise? Or is it substance? To discover the essence of things and the world, perhaps we still have to rely on our hearts, our own real taste and experience, and the real consumption and consumption of the heart in that life to experience and understand.

But in that deep experience and understanding, there will be what kind of helplessness and forgetfulness, what kind of difficulties will there be, but it is not possible to refuse because of fear, nor can it avoid anything because of fear, what is there is deep pain, deep pain is tormented, as if it will go deep into the heartache, what is forgotten, what is vacant there. In the white, dazzling light and confusion that seemed to be in the dazed and unconscious there, were tears, tears that were as common as rain.

The weeping and tears of the minstrel are as common and common as sweat. She cries there a lot, and she cries a lot just so that everything is still there, because crying is weak, crying doesn't have much substance. Therefore, she also wanted to refuse to cry in the past, and stayed away from crying there, but she still found herself in that place in tears and tears, and her pain was blank and blank, as if she had no way to do it there, as if she had long been unable to bear and bear something.

What kind of fragility will there be, and there is no power to hold on to anything. What kind of insistence is just a last resort, if you can, you still want to refuse there, or you want to avoid there. What kind of pain is avoided, what kind of unwillingness and reluctance is avoided, what kind of prostration and weakness are avoided there, but there is weakness, just there is weakness, and in the emptiness, there is what kind of pain of struggle, just like his roar in childhood.

"I'm going to get out of here, I'm leaving, no matter what I'm going to do, even if it's killing someone, even if it's killing someone, I'm willing to do it! I'm just going to get out of here, I'm going to get out of here! I'm going to stay away from this village! He roared in the rain, towards the rain, towards the sky, at the village that he once loved, but now he was very disgusted and hated, and he yelled at the group of people, "Don't come, you all don't come, I want to go, I must go, I want to leave you, I want to leave this village, since this village can't tolerate me, what need and possibility do I have to stay?" I don't want to stay, even if you don't drive me away, I'm going to go, and you...... Minstrel ......"

In the rain, he choked, angry and crazy, he was already soaked in the heavy rain, he was already drenched by the rain, the cold rain soaked his blue hair, the blue hair burned there like a flame of anger and resentment, she was just crying there, she was so numb that she didn't know she was crying, but the rain and tears flowed down her cheeks together, and the cold rain was still there and fell on her head, Falling on her body, she was already soaked, already in the soaked cold, her body was a little unbearable and shivering, her head felt dizzy there, but she still felt that her hands were clenching something there. She was so desperate to wrap her hands around one of his legs, and there she clutched one of his trousers with both hands.

She has long forgotten everything, she has forgotten her own image, she has forgotten what each other is for, she has forgotten the heavy rain, she has forgotten the crowd watching them, and she has forgotten that she is like this, and her future life and life will become ugly, she doesn't care about it, she can't take care of it, she only knows, she doesn't want to, she doesn't want to let him go, she is just there as if her head is completely burned out there, and she is unconscious there. It's like what others say is evil. But she couldn't care about anything anymore. She was already there and couldn't take care of everything, just trembling there, just trembling all over there, I don't know if it was because of the cold rain, or because of the weight of the rain, or because of the unbridled blowing of the wind, blowing one whip after another like whips and hitting her hard. There she was trembling, and she seemed to be trembling with pain, and she didn't know that she was kneeling on the rain-soaked dirt, and she couldn't remember how long she had been there.

The long and deep pain, because of the alienation of something, and because of the fear that if she had to let him go that time, he would probably never come again, she would be worried, she would be very scared there, she would be there desperately holding his legs, so desperately that she would lose herself and want to keep her. If she recalls that scene in the future, she will also feel that she has done a little too much, a little impulsive, a little lost her soul, not an ordinary faux pas, but even if she knows that she is wrong, even if she knows that she is wrong. She was still reluctant there, she didn't know if she was really a tendon, but at that time, she really forgot everything, and left all the reason, wisdom and heart and eye that belonged to people behind, she seemed to have forgotten and forgotten everything in a hot brain, and she lost herself for him for a long time and painfully.

It is a kind of sad and inferior love, a kind of love that gives up oneself, and she also feels that such a self is very lowly, very shameful, and even very shameless, but it will make people feel disdain and disgust. However, at that moment, it was as if she had forgotten everything. She didn't know what kind of gossip people would have about her, and she didn't know that she would have to raise her head again in the crowd in the future, she just felt that she couldn't let go, even if she was drenched in the rain and cold for him, even if she was so humble that she knelt at his feet in the dust. She just wanted to keep him, as if she would lose herself for it. A lot of excesses and what kind of mistakes are impossible to do according to common sense, even incomprehensible, but she is just reluctant, just difficult to do there, as if her own heart is difficult to let go there, and it will be a very sad, pitiful and very ridiculous impulse that will be humble there.

She forgot everything, just hugged his trouser leg there and said, "Disappointed, don't go, okay, please, don't go, okay?" She was there unconscious and vaguely speaking, her voice and words were a little blurred, so vague that even she herself was a little indistinguishable there, she herself felt a tinnitus and a swirling diaphragm and sound insulation in her mind in the cold rain, she just couldn't see everything there, and she couldn't hear everything there, and she was in a coma there like a nightmare, and she opened her mouth weakly and repeated: "Missed, don't go, don't go, okay?" Disappointed, please, you can't go. Disappointed, don't go, okay? Don't go, don't go......"

It can't be saved, whether it's the person concerned, or her own own recollection many years later, she also feels that all of this is impossible.

It was a kind of renunciation, a kind of abandonment of what she wanted to leave behind, but she still couldn't leave anything, nothing left. His departure was something she couldn't stop. Although it is cruel, it is realistic, reality is not necessarily cruel, but many cruel and unflattering things are real, they are also realistic, and they cannot escape, no matter how much you want to escape and escape, there is something that cannot be escaped and escaped.

His eyes were blurred in the rain curtain, and the feelings in his eyes were also blurred there, unable to see, I don't know if it was because she was crying, or because it was raining, she just looked at him and felt so blurry, so blurry, as if he was getting farther and farther away, but in fact, he was getting closer and closer to her. There he bent over, only to stretch out his hand and silently take hers away.

She shook her head vigorously, hugged his feet tightly, and cried hoarse and throaty: "Please, please, frustrated, don't look like this, don't be like this, don't go, frustrated......"

He didn't say anything anymore, but he felt that a lot of words were useless there, and he wanted to let go of her hand, but she was holding her tightly, and he wanted to pull her hand away, but in his heart he was still worried that if he pushed hard, he would hurt her. He just sat there in confusion, hesitating, as if he had made up his mind about something, just sighing there, sighing deeply, as if it was impossible, as if there was no way there, just sighing helplessly there, and then, what kind of determination did he have to make.

The rain was always falling around, the rain was always cold, the rain curtain was always hazy and hazy, the wind was always blowing unscrupulously around, she was cold there, she shivered there, she shivered there, she was there with her eyes open, as if she was blind, she could not accept everything she saw, as if her heartbeat had suddenly disappeared.

The corners of his eyes were hazy and indistinct, she just felt the cold shivering all over there, she just felt his head down in that hazy confusion, he slowly lowered his head there, and when he really lowered his head, she guessed something. She really thought she had guessed something, but at that moment, she was still like a nerd, like a fool, just like a stone sculpture and standing quietly in place, nothing moved, nothing moved, even her thoughts seemed to stop at that moment, as if everything was blank and stagnant there.

In the rain, he lowered his head, his hot lips pressed lightly against her forehead, as if her cold forehead had been feverished by his burning kiss, and her whole brain was instantly burned out as if it were a high fever, and she was completely unable to move there. There he easily let go of her hands, and then he quickly pulled away.

Everything was done in those few seconds, and she didn't even have time to react, and she didn't have much time to feel and savor the taste of the sweet, sour, bitter, salty and tears, and when the sweetness had not yet been tasted, the pain of life and the pain of separation invaded there, and it was accompanied by a high fever after a long rain, where she fell to the ground as a dead weight.

The rain had been falling there, cold, and mercilessly falling on the desolate land, and mercilessly on her cold, feverish body, which lay unconscious.