157 collapsed completely

I felt blurred in that place, I just felt the heaviness and bulkiness of my body there, I just felt top-heavy,

Even walking seemed to be walking on top of the soft white clouds, and she almost felt like her feet were weak there. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She almost thought she was going to collapse and be paralyzed in that place.

She's just there in a panic, she just doesn't know what everything has become.

She didn't know how to walk on the road ahead, so she walked there in a daze.

But step by step, he walked in a vague direction in an unknown direction, and then, unconsciously, he walked downhill.

Suddenly, his feet slipped, and the white fox's spirit was completely out of control.

It had to slide into the river, and the spirit of the white fox, which was already weak, fell into the water.

She only vaguely felt herself sinking into a cold water, and then, right there, she felt herself wrapped in a cold current,

And still resting there, she suddenly felt that she could not breathe.

She sank like a stone so weakly, and was still so defenseless,

He was also so unconscious, but as his body sank, but with the extension of the interventricular time, he gradually fell into a coma there, losing any consciousness.

She thought she was going to die a moment before she lost consciousness.

It's just because it's very difficult, just because it's very difficult, and in the midst of that hardship and difficulty, it's almost like thinking that I'm so tired and tired there that it's better to live than to die.

It's just that there's a difference, it's just there, and it's just a kind of confusion and uneasiness.

I don't know why everything has become, and I don't know why everything has become the way it is.

What is life for, life and survival, as if it is just a simple time to kill time,

And in that kind of dissipation, she just felt something very difficult there, and in that difficulty, she felt a kind of weakness of herself, a kind of powerlessness of herself.

What can no longer be faced, what can no longer be persevered.

Some beliefs seem to be something that can't be held there, and those beliefs seem to have collapsed there.

She didn't know what she was living for.

She just felt lonely there, and in addition to being alone, she also felt the hardships of life and survival,

There was also a deep difficulty in maintaining, and she just felt so hard to maintain herself there.

I don't know how to maintain a relationship with those people, is it better to be closer to each other?

Or is it better to be a little more distant? Should she live close to the crowd or choose to live away from the crowd?

She's just there unknown, she's just there in trepidation.

There are many, many fears, and there are many, many unknowns there, and there will be confusion there.

I will feel confused there, I will feel hesitant there, something seems to have existed,

But as time passed, it seemed that unconsciously, as if it had quietly separated from its own body.

Was there something already there, separated from her body?

What had separated from her body?

She herself is not very clear, she herself does not understand very well, but there is such a vague consciousness there,

It seems that there is a vague feeling of the pain of something separating from his body,

It was as if there was a pain of separation between flesh and bone, as if there were bones that were also cold and shattered.

It's just an illusion, and she always seems to be swirling in that illusionary world and dream,

It's like she's locked up in something, she's like a criminal in some kind of prison.

It's just tangled there, it's just painful there, and it's just being restrained and bound there.

It's as if there's something that can't be discerned there, as if there's something that can't be escaped or escaped.

It was just that there was a very terrifying and terrifying feeling there, as if in the void again, I had seen a wilderness full of corpses.

She just looked at the pile of bones just standing in place and shaking, she couldn't tell whether what she was seeing was reality, a dream, or an illusion.

But those fears, those deep fears and fears are all real there.

My mother once hugged her so young that she was so crying, and my mother cried so much:

"Why? Why? Why is all this?

Why is God so unfair to our poor mother and daughter?

It's unfair, it's so unfair! My minstrels, how will we live in the future......"

It's as if she can't understand her mother's cry, as if she can't understand what her mother says.

It's just that there is a very vague but very strong concept echoing in my mind: Dad is dead, Dad died on the battlefield!

As soon as this concept came to her mind, she was suddenly stopped by the little Yin Ling, and she tried not to think about it!

She struggled not to bring this consciousness back to her mind.

She just didn't believe it, she just felt that everything was there that she couldn't believe, that she couldn't think about it anymore.

It was as if she couldn't think about anything related to death there.

She seems to be unwilling to let anyone die, she doesn't want any relatives to die, but it seems that there is a kind of fate,

That painful and sad fate seemed to be there that she was destined not to be able to protect, nor to care for the people she cherished and cherished.

She only felt the weakness of her own strength there, and only felt the weakness of her own strength there.

And then, in those mistakes, in those mistakes, in the confusion of confusion.

The little Yin Ling has a father again. Her mother remarried.

Before Yin Ling herself could react, or she was not ready to accept these changes, she already had a father again.

Although her mother also explained to her: "Yinling, it's not that your mother doesn't miss your own father,

Rather, we are two orphans and widows, and I alone cannot afford to raise you.

If you follow me, you'll only drink the northwest wind. In the past, your father was given a monthly allowance because he joined the army.

And now, your father has died, and the subsidy is gone!

What strength do I have in a woman's house!

So, this uncle now, he will be good to our mother and daughter!

He's your father, too! Would you like to call him Daddy? Or do you call him uncle? ”

Uncle, the little Yin Ling originally wanted to say this, but under the very hot and pleading gaze of his mother,

Yin Ling doesn't know what's wrong with him, there is a corner in his heart, and what he has is moving there,

She moved slightly, and then she changed her words, and her words were very stiff: "Daddy." ”

"Good boy! What a good daughter for me! Yin Ling's mother was very excited and hugged Yin Ling,

And hugged her so tightly, hugged her tightly to his chest, and his words were full of excitement and emotion,

And when she was very excited and happy, Yin Ling was just there very surprised that her mother cried,

She didn't understand why her mother was crying so much at that moment, but she still heard her mother crying there and said,

"As a last resort, it's really a last resort, I miss a person, it's enough to just think about it with my heart, we can't survive and live anymore,

What kind of thoughts and nostalgia and observance of those are of great use!

Good boy, we will not forget your father's, never, but, just miss and miss in the bottom of our hearts!

Because, Yin Ling, not only for my own sake, but I still want to raise you well!

Good boy, I hope you can understand your mother's good intentions! Mother's heart is so bitter......"

In her bosom lay her mother's head, and at that moment she felt as if she had grown up there.

It seems to be like an adult's, when his mother kneels on the ground and weeps so much that she buries her head in the arms of the little Yinling,

At that moment, Yin Ling just felt that he was no longer a child, but an adult who had a commitment and dared to take it!

At that moment, she was so courageous, and she seemed to be very old and calm, so she just stretched out her hand and patted her mother's back.

It seemed to be a kind of promise, and it seemed to be a comfort, and the gentle pat on the back of the daughter caused her mother to cry again.

Since she was a child, Yin Ling would often hear her mother complaining there, telling about the pain and various hardships of life.

And then she just stayed there, as if she had heard something, as if she had heard nothing.

Many, many things seem to be there that they can't be remembered again, and it seems that they can't be remembered anymore.

It's as if everything is already out there.

It's as if everything was completely shattered there, like a broken parting of life and death.