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It's just pain, it's just pain there, the pain of the whole body, it's also in that pain, there are many, many things that can't be done there, and it's hard to do there, because it's very difficult, very, very difficult, and in that difficulty, melancholy, and there's nothing to be able to do, something that I don't really understand, and there will be too much forgetfulness unconsciously, there is too much confusion, what kind of peace is quietly flowing there, and it is flowing calmly there. It seems that it has to flow away, and after leaving, it will no longer be able to find and pursue. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 What kind of good is there, and it is really good there, but what kind of dissatisfaction there is, what kind of discontentment there is, what kind of anger there is, what kind of uneasiness and messiness there is, just what kind of melancholy and no way to watch what kind of disappearance.

In the midst of the swirling winds of the air, what kind of flow disappears, and in it, it suddenly comes closer, and it is suddenly far away, and it is always indistinguishable, what seems to be indistinguishable, what is not understood, and there are many, many things there, and there always seems to be a lot of things there. What kind of care, what kind of long-term memories and memories are there, and in that dark whirlpool, blowing the wind, the wind blows so cool on the face, and there is a faint, faint and cool wind, a faint summer night, and what kind of heart is there like waves in the heart is not alarmed, but it is there like a warm current flowing slowly.

It's a very warm warm current, a very soothing breath, but in that little anger and annoyance, something is slowly and so slowly dispersed there, and it is completely dispersed there, and there is something to be afraid of, as if there is something to be afraid of. Not many people can be separated there, some reasons to be together, there are some reasons to be separated, they will be happy together, and that kind of happiness will be tired unconsciously, it is a feeling of annoyance that they don't understand very much, but also in that slow flow, there is something that flows there slowly, and there is something that slowly diffuses there, like air, like air flowing there, and there seems to be flowing there without knowing tiredness.

The blood flowing in life seems to be mechanical, it seems to belong to life, it belongs to the land of living beings, but there is nothing to look back, and the reasons and reasons for not looking back are very simple, simple only because it is impossible, it seems that it is only impossible and impossible to do something, because it cares too much about something, and because it cares too much, it seems that it is something that has been lost there, and it is there that something has been lost again.

I am about to lose myself, as if I have lost myself as if I am about to forget myself, precipitated in the air, it is joy, it is warmth, it is sunshine, it is searching, it is light, it is air, it is still memory, it is still what kind of confusion, what kind of memories are there, but I have to look at the air, in that air, thinking, as if there is also some kind of pain of longing in the air, and the strings of the pain of longing are swirling there. The pain of longing twitched every root there, every root, and finally there it was forgotten and forgotten, just like the long-term and long-term forgetfulness and forgetfulness.

There are too many unsatisfactory, there are too many and what are not satisfactory, but in the end, they will still forget there, forget too much and too much unhappiness there, to recall those happy things, and also in the recollection of that memory, in the repetition of that memory, I found that I missed a lot of it unintentionally, so I want to want time to fly, when the light flies in that youthful displacement, what kind of shortness, what kind of shortness of youth, what kind of happiness is short, and it is also very short, In a short time, I suddenly found that time could not be turned back, and what kind of irretrievable it was already irretrievable there.

The irreparable night, the irretrievable look, when the figure of whom, shuttling in the dark night, also crossed her heart like a meteor, and whose figure crossed the heart field, and planted the seed of who in the heart field, the seed of feelings that has not yet germinated, and the seed of lovesickness that has just begun. What kind of longevity does it have, and in that long emptiness, looking at each other empty, looking at memory, looking at the starry sky, she suddenly hung her head, hung her head heavily, and sighed deeply, is it still not? Still doesn't work? Hasn't she come out of Lockdown City? Before she reached the end, was it dark? Before she could feel the road ahead of her, was it so dark? Is it getting dark again there? She shook her head there, she was there in pain and regret and there she was helpless and helpless, and she still did not come to the end of the road, as if she was still there to walk the endless road, in that pain, what kind of thoughts, in the silent night, the thoughts were so refloating, just like the stars were shining in the night sky, who was in her heart, shining like the stars, shining in her heart, shining in her heart.

What has disappeared, what has been forgotten, what is there for a long time and seems to be there impossible, what is at a loss, and what is as if it is vacant there, what is wrong and right in the struggle, what should not be and what should be done, is so unclear, as if it will suddenly be chaotic there, and in that chaotic world, what cannot be found, what cannot be found there, what kind of sudden powerlessness there is, The heavy eyelids want to close there heavily and weakly, and some struggle there, as if they are there to say impossible, impossible. She couldn't just fall asleep, she couldn't just stop.

What she has is still what she is unwilling to be there, what kind of unwillingness she has, what kind of unwillingness she has, and what she is not convinced of, as if it is broken there, broken there, even if she is in the next second, she will be so fragmented and broken into pieces, she doesn't want to hesitate there, she doesn't want to sob and forget there, that is her unwillingness, and it is also her reluctance, and it is not so reluctant there, and it is also there to forget and forget the ignorance, She knew that she was stupid and stupid, but she had to let go, she had to let go, more or less, there was still some reluctance, or more or less reluctance.

What is waiting, what kind of waiting is in memory, what kind of forgetfulness is there, she can't care about how much right and wrong is there, just running there, running in some pain, in life, what needs to survive there, what kind of final thing is there as if it must be chosen, what kind of choice belongs to life that cannot be escaped, what belongs to the urging of life, what she doesn't want to give up in the choice and urging of life, I am also unwilling to let go of what I have forgotten, and what I have cannot be found there, but what does it matter? What cannot be found is empty, and the emptiness, just like the empty wind in the air, although it is empty, it is flowing, it is also alive, and it is also life, what is there is there that cannot be seen, heard, touched, or felt, but it still exists there, and because it exists there, there will be some kind of concern, what kind of trajectory belongs to the flow of life, and the peristalsis of life. It's like a creep of a life that is not willing to be lonely.

What was left behind, what was lost, lost its vision in the night, but in that full darkness, the stars were the stars of the night, and the lost minstrels, the minstrals of the white fox in the city of locks, who were the stars in her darkness and fog? Her night may have to go on and on. Because, as Yun Die said before, she can't go out of the lock worry city, and she will never, never be able to get out of the city, how can this be good? There the minstrel sighed sadly and helplessly.

"Unless a miracle happens." Suddenly, Yun Die's enchanting and lively and provocative laughter sounded in his ears, "Unless, you are super lucky, so good that you have encountered a miracle that is rare in a hundred years or a thousand years, you can!" ”

The white fox's spirit suddenly felt panicked, she looked around, but there was nothing around, nothing could be seen, she sighed deeply there, but she still looked around incomprehensibly, she looked around, she still couldn't see it all around, it was still so hard to find anything, it was like she couldn't find anything, as if she couldn't find anything. Nothing can be found, and nothing can be found. The white fox's spirit shouted around a little nervously, "Cloud Butterfly, Cloud Butterfly, where are you?" Yundie, you come out, you come out quickly, why are you around? Where are you? How can I not see you? Yundie, hurry up and come out, what did you just say? I still don't quite understand. Yundie, don't play hide and seek like this, okay? ”

"Who played hide and seek with you?" Yun Die's voice suddenly sounded in the sky above Yin Ling, "When I want to appear around you, I can appear around you, your every move is under my surveillance, I can do what I like, and what can you do with me?" ”

"You...... How can you do that! The white fox's spirit couldn't help but exclaim angrily, "Are you going too far!" ”

"I'm like this...... What's wrong again? Yun Die blinked there and said with a look of innocence, "What did I provoke you to do whatever I wanted?" ”

"You ......" the white fox's voice could finally find the source of the voice there, and she raised her head in anger and anger, but she was facing a pair of big watery eyes that were staring at her, only a foot away from each other, and the long hair of the bewitching cloud butterfly was also pouring down like a waterfall there, and the cloud butterfly was completely upside down in the air, hanging in the air with her head down and feet up, staring at the white fox's spirit. At that moment, the white fox's spirit just stared at the woman standing upside down in mid-air in front of him, and he was already surprised and frightened that he had long forgotten what he wanted to say, and some of the original angry words had already been completely swallowed again in that fright.

The white fox's spirit barely recovered for a long time, and then hurriedly retreated, and she shouted as she retreated: "You...... What are you doing? ”

"You...... What do you think I'm doing? Yun Die was still there standing upside down in mid-air, blinking with a pair of big eyes and smiling lightly, "Do you think I'm funny like this?" Are you envious? ”

"This ...... What is there to envy about this? The white fox's spirit still spoke and bit his tongue and said, "You...... Are you a bat? Can you do a handstand in the air? ”

"Please! I'm a cloud butterfly, why don't you ask me if I'm a butterfly? Can fly and be a cute animal? Yun Die was a little coquettish and muttered, "Bats are a playful and annoying animal, and I hate bats the most!" What's more, bats need to rely on branches or some objects to be able to hang upside down, bats are hung upside down, I'm hanging upside down, okay? There's still a big difference between the two, haven't you even noticed this? ”

"That'...... So why do you want to be intimidating from a handstand? The white fox's spirit finally calmed down, and found his own words and responded, "Is this scary? ”

"Is there one?" Yun Die stuck out her tongue a little innocently and laughed, "I thought it was fun, didn't it?" ”

"So, you think it's fun to play tricks on me." The white fox's spirit said with some anger and dissatisfaction.

"Well, you can say that, oh, you can't say that, and to say that it hurts your self-esteem too much, doesn't it?" Yun Die's eyes just shone with a strange luster there, and then she quietly spun around the air one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and then landed her feet on the ground very smoothly, she looked at the white fox's Yin Ling and smiled secretly, "Do you think I'm lying to you?" Or are they lying to you? Or are they lying to you? ”

"Why are your words becoming more and more untrue and unreliable?" The white fox's spirit frowned there, and took a step back nervously, "You have been supervising me all along, you are playing tricks on me, telling me for a while that you can go out, and then taking me to meet that girl, maybe you don't really plan to help me become a human." My rejection is just right for you. You're bored with me as a pastime, and you're always playing with me? ”

"You can say that, but it's not easy to say that!" Yun Die waved her very soft hand seductively there, as if that hand was as soft as no bones, and she said angrily there, "This lonely city, I haven't had guests for a long time, and I'm too sorry for myself if I don't play with you properly, and besides, I really had the heart to help you!" Yun Die said seductively and calmly there, as if everything was taken for granted, "You are always not very cooperative with me, and you are always there to make me angry, God knows, how incompetent you little pet is!" She complained a little, "You are obviously a fox now, but you still miss some feelings and thoughts that belong to human beings. You are willing to be a man's pet, but you are not willing to be my cloud butterfly's pet. Anyway, you don't plan to become a human anymore, how about being an ordinary human pet in the world, as well as being a pet of a cloud butterfly? Men in the human world can only live for a hundred years at most, while I, Yundie, can live for a few hundred years, and the long one can live for thousands of years, and the body of that girl will live and perish with this lock city, and it can also be immortal together. You, just become the white fox of this city and become our pet, right? We can feed you, too! ”

In the empty whirling air, in the dark night belonging to the night wind, it was there that the cool and cool wind, the wind was there around her and on her left and right, and in the empty space for a long time as if it were whirling in the air, swirling in what vacant and forgotten long-term thoughts and melancholy lovesickness, she took herself back from the stars in the night sky, and there she withdrew herself again, and found herself in the air of surprise and confusion, In the midst of that pain and pain, I found myself again, and I found myself again there, and in the end, I was still in pain there, as if I was in a stunned soul, and suddenly found that my soul flew out. It took a while for her to find her soul that seemed to exist again in the silence of the air.

The white fox's spirit was still there staring at Yun Die a little sluggishly and slowly, and she had to stare at it for a while, and only after a while, she slowly and suddenly spit out a long breath: "Oh......"

"Oh my God!" Yun Die whispered with some anger and dissatisfaction, "You've been staring at me so idiotically for a long time, I almost thought that there was a toad crawling on my flowery and jade appearance!" You've been staring at it for so long, just like that? What the hell is going on with you stupid fox? It's not in the nature of a fox at all, right? ”

"Do you know the nature of foxes?" The white fox's spirit asked curiously.

"Of course!" Yun Die confidently brushed the hair on her face, and then said, "The nature of a fox, that is known to everyone, just one word, cunning." ”

Unprecedented, and it seems to be pushing the boat down the river, in the earth-shattering drum, and it seems that everything seems to be taken for granted, after a long time of heart knots and emotions stirring there, the white fox's spirit still can't help but gently exhale a breath there: "Oh......"