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53 The perception of forgetting

There will be a lot of unrealizable, there will be many, many difficulties and confusions, just there is confusion, there is a kind of messiness, there is a kind of disorder, there is an unknown, there is an emotional unknown, in that little by little breakthrough, but also in that helplessness, just so impossible to find.

I don't know right or wrong, I don't know good and bad, I don't know what I don't know, I don't know what I can't find, just like the dust in the air, the dust is as thin as that, and I feel a kind of indifference in the trance, a kind of indifference and coldness that suddenly falls in the air, and I also feel the helplessness in the cold that is difficult to sustain and maintain, and I also feel the breath of death in the cold. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The breath of death, like the pervasiveness of the desolation, seemed to be dishonest, as if it were unreal, even if it pierced the palm of the hand, it was so completely unreal, it was like some kind of crystal that was completely shattered there.

The shattering of death, the death of breakthroughs, the impossibility in that struggle, the impossibility that cannot be found, the distance of the sky, there is something that will be there endlessly distant, and the distantness will be there forever and far away, just like a kite flying in that mood, the kite follows the wind in the air, that is the rising airflow, and in the rotation of the rising airflow, what kind of vomiting breath there is, what kind of painful and tormenting vomiting breath, what kind of can't be done, what kind of incomprehensible there is.

What is far away is still there and far away, and what is alienated is a kind of emotional alienation, as if it is impossible to be estranged for so long, so torn, so destroyed, so destroyed, so cruel.

It is a kind of indifferent remoteness in the human heart, a kind of emotional impossibility and unknown, and in the distant unknown something, what kind of distantness there is, what will be there is so as if it is very distant, very far away, like the call of death, like what kind of devil beckons, the devil is calling there, that is what kind of sinful and empty heart the devil is beckoning, what kind of heavy beckoning.

Death, extinction, destruction, no return, what kind of life limbs grow in it, that is the reproduction of life, that is the revival of life, it is the breath of life, it is the breath of life, it is the breath of life, the pain of life and the cry of life, just feel the sin there, feel the painful torment, and also in the torment of that pain, there is a complete coldness, which is completely impossible.

It is a trance in the heartbeat, it will be a kind of emotional trance and disorder, the mood will be disordered, the mood will also be uneven, the mood is struggling there, like the throbbing and twitching of every nerve, where the dust comes from the pavement, as if it has brought whose breath again, what is possible, what cannot be brought, what knowledge is a kind of selfishness, that is selfishness, even if it is close at hand, it must be implied as if it is meeting a stranger.

It's just an impossibility, it's just a devastating blow there, it's just a death like destruction, it's an impossibility in the midst of destruction, it's a struggle, it's a wandering, it's a wandering, it's a wandering, it's a wandering long choice between life and death, and you don't have to choose there.

It's that there is no choice there, it's so eternal and so long that there is no other possibility, eternal death, eternal disillusionment, and in that forgetting and impossibility, just a forgetting, maybe there will be a lot of unpredictable, or there will be a lot of forgetting, there will be some misses, there will be some things that are completely ignorant and ridiculous, what kind of ignorance is laughable there, and there is also embarrassment.

Facing one's own embarrassment, facing one's own ignorance, facing something that one doesn't want to face, just turning around slowly, just not wanting to face it, because it can't be faced, there is no possibility to face and find it again, because there are too many impossibilities.

What kind of long escape, what kind of long escape, what kind of long death and silence, and in the death of the pain of struggle, what kind of unknown eyes opened in horror, and then ...... The destruction was completely covered by a hand.

Just when the white fox's spirit was trembling all over his body and he was so subconsciously trying to retreat that he couldn't do it, he suddenly heard a sound like a ear in his ears, which sounded there: "Don't move your steps, as long as your steps move away, your next second, you will regret it!" ”

This is...... Threat, obvious threat, but I don't know if it's true or not, she still can't tell the difference, the truth in the words is true and false, but she is in this real threat, and she really feels the threat, and it's also there that it's hard to move a step, people are always a kind of people who don't trust others too much, and they don't always believe in themselves, people are like animals that will always contradict each other.

It is not easy to believe in others, and there are many times, but there are still doubts about yourself, you can't tell what you can't tell what, and you start to be in a trance and begin to be confused, so you have to completely and completely forget about death on the journey of life, no matter whether you are dead or alive, but in the end, you still feel the pervasiveness of the breath of death there, and also feel a long-term destructive power in the breath of death and extinction.

There is no eternity, there is no eternal change, even if you feel that you have no change, and the regression is slowly and slowly changing in it, but in it, what kind of shortness there is, and what kind of new breath there is in that shortness, and what kind of new kind of deep breath.

In that breath there is hypocrisy, there is falsehood, there is brokenness, there is human suffering, it is like a cruel suffering, and in the slightest self-centeredness in that suffering, it is just there to swagger, and that's all, just a string that is completely broken there, it is such a string that is completely broken.

The sound of the strings snapping violently in her ears, as if it would tear her eardrums, as if there was no way to tear there, as if in the breath of death, the pain and pain of eternal extinction and destruction.

Just waiting there, as if something was there slowly and completely broken, just waiting there for a short time, as if it was possible, as if it was impossible, and then there was something where the heart was beating, as if it was there to feel its own breath.

I feel the breath of my own survival, and there is something destructive there, what kind of destruction, what kind of slow warm current, just like this, it flows slowly through the whole body, it is a sense of attraction, and it seems to be a sense of forgetting, because what kind of forgetting will be impossible there, it is a kind of devastating cruelty, and it is also a kind of poisonous contagion in that one.

What kind of malice is there, where it is wantonly infected, where the disgusting and sinful feeling of poison is felt, where you feel a kind of anger, where you feel a deep sense of disgust, as if you feel very, very disgusted and disgusted there.

Because I know that it is not good enough, I also know that it is impossible to be good, and I also know what I have and what is impossible there, but what is broken still wants to be broken there, but it is impossible.

It's a dream, it's an illusion, what is the state of everything, what kind of diffuse there is, what kind of slow diffuse there is, what kind of trivial things are floating in the air, what kind of diffuse is in the surrounding crystal clear world. The total destruction in that death, and in that there is only being felt, all so, all so broken, all there, all there, completely impossible.

What is difficult, what is difficult, just there is entanglement and trembling, where it will be very difficult, where it will be very cruel, and where there is what kind of anger in the midst of difficulty and cruelty, that is a feeling of meeting others to quarrel.

Many things, when you are difficult to do and forget, you will be there in a trance, you will be vague there.

You will be there confused and innocent, there will be a lot of blows, there will be a lot of doubts, there will be a lot of brokenness, there will be a lot of falsehood and untruthfulness, there will be a lot of unreal, and in that unreal, you will feel the pain of not being believed.

It's just that when you become the object of suspicion, you will be surprised there, you will be embarrassed there, you will be completely pretentious and false, and you will not know anything there, but you will be uneasy there, you will be completely uneasy, and you will be in the sky that you can't find.

In that endless disappointment, that long-term disappointment, in the midst of complete disappointment, in that disappointment there is a complete quarrel in the emotions, in the midst of endless quarrels, there are many things that cannot be taken care of, there are many things that are difficult to take care of, there is a lot of confusion, and in that complete confusion, I begin to feel the impact of the heart, and the disorder in the midst of that impact.

There will always be all kinds of confusion there, it is a kind of indistinguishable something, a completely indistinguishable something. It's like a mistake in judgment. Just looking at the back, looking at the one who turned away, and never looked back, what kind of embarrassment.

It's all about being embarrassed, there's a very embarrassing feeling, there's a very depressed feeling, and in the midst of that embarrassment and depression, feeling annoyed, feeling angry, it's a kind of anger that is indescribable, it's a feeling of being so angry that you can't put out the fire, it's a feeling of being very angry, and then there's still no way, but in the end, it's still quiet there.

It is a fault to be quiet again and helplessly, it is a kind of no comment, it is a kind of no mistake, in that no mistake, very angry, in that chirp, it is a long time of chirping, and there is no way in that chirping, there will be a lot of no way, after that lot of no way, you can only be helpless there, and then anxious and anxious in that helplessness, and then accompanied in that slowness.

Quiet accompaniment, quiet re-patience and endurance accompaniment, but in that companionship disappeared, there was something that disappeared, something that disappeared unconsciously, something that disappeared unconsciously, something that was wrong there, something that was laughable there.

It is a kind of pain of life feeling and perception, as if every nerve is twitching there, you can believe in something, you can also look forward to and expect there, what, but you will feel some and all and everything disappear in the expectation and expectation there.

It will be very painful, it will be a very struggling pain, and it will always be there to like and dislike the way, and then after that helpless pain and sorrow, wait silently, quietly wait for a flower to bloom, the flower will bloom quietly, the flower will be fragrant and die, it will be the bloom of a delicate flower, and then it will be exhausted, it will be a flower that will be depleted for a long time and forever, and what kind of death it will be.

What you don't understand, it's a kind of pain that people can't understand, it's a kind of pain that people can't understand, it's like something that hurts so badly, it's something that can't be explained, it's a place where it's hard to find a way out for so long.

Forget the green mountains and green waters, even if you have to re-penetrate something like this, or even if you want to see the eyes of pain, you still can't see what you can't see there, or what you can't see there, what you can't find, what you can't find is what you can't find, and you can't find nowhere, that is, you can't find nowhere.

People seem to laugh there, they seem to be ignorant there, they seem to boast there, and then all of a sudden, they feel so ridiculous.

Yin Ling just felt that he was a little ridiculous, a little sad, a little helpless, a little worried and sad, that was a very sad feeling, and in that sadness, there was no way to bear what kind of weight he had to bear so silently, what was suddenly there, just there was a sudden death, every nerve was there nervously twitching, not a nervous twitching pain that could not be particularly understood.

Struggling in the dead silence, she suddenly felt that she was a girl, as if she were a little girl, as if she had a shoulder that belonged to a human being, she felt that she had a shoulder, and when she was not sure whether she really had a shoulder, she felt a strong force, a very strong force there to shake her shoulder.

What kind of hand, what kind of big hand shook there, there and shook her shoulders so hard, as if it would shake her shoulders there, it would be very painful there, as if her shoulders were about to be completely crushed by his big hands.

His hands were so hard, so hard, and his eyes were so sharp, his gaze was as hot as fire, he was there breathing and roaring, there was a kind of struggle and helpless pain, when it seemed to shatter her whole body, he hugged her tightly, he hugged her so tightly, when he hugged her so tightly, he cried, a kind of crying that she couldn't understand, his sadness, his sadness, he hugged her so tightly.

"Ah......h

It's like there's nothing, a lot of pain, a lot of hurt, as if there's something people don't understand, it's a pain that she herself can't understand, it's something that seems to be there and it's painful, it's a pain of struggle, it's a very scared, it's a very cold, very suggestive stone, why, she has an expectation, why does she still think of this, or maybe, she is still there looking forward to something, Sad and helpless and helpless to be there to look forward to something, to find something, to find something, to know something.

What kind of warmth was she expecting? What kind of embrace was she expecting? Is she looking forward to the possibility of a restart? She was expecting, what was hurting, was there what she was going to be scattered and completely wrong?

What is possible? Is there any impossibility? In the very lonely world, where she is completely locked up and closed, in the closed and difficult to breathe world, she will feel the difficulty of breathing, feel the tears of breathing, as if she is immersed in the breath of memory.

It seems that the breath will also remember, as if the breath will also cry, as if the breath will be full of dust, in the dust and ashes overflowing with dust, she breathes, as if she is there to feel the breath of the room, but also in the breath of the breath and injury, there is silence and fear, fear and helplessness.

"What you don't know, that's something you won't know for a long time, you know?" It's a staggered fall, it's an illusion, isn't it an illusion? However, her breath, his scorching breath and panting, she seemed to be able to feel it, and in the midst of this sorrowful pain, she cried helplessly, his arms would be very warm there, very warm, wouldn't it? She'll be in his arms, feeling warm, right?

She will feel a kind of harbor sustenance and relief in his arms, and she will find her own place of sustenance in that embrace, and the embrace that she can rely on again, right? Will that be the case? Could this be the case? Just when she is still difficult to find, she is still so unable to feel the warmth, or so warm, or so unable to get sustenance and sustenance, and people will deceive themselves, she just deceives herself to believe in a dream, and she will deceive herself there to believe in the beauty of a very beautiful illusion. Then, in that self-deception, he slammed himself on the head and bled out.

"Silly girl, what the hell are you crazy? Or is it martyrdom? There was a contemptuous and indifferent laugh in his ears, it was Yun Die's laughter, it was Yun Die's contemptuous laughter. Yin Ling was also in the midst of that contemptuous laughter, and suddenly it seemed as if he felt a kind of loneliness there, a feeling of being very lonely and lonely. A very angry feeling in the midst of that sullen and very lonely.

Suppressed feelings, very stuffy feelings in the heart. It's like there's going to be a dull, dull illusion, and in that dull and restless illusion, the pain of the whole nerve, when the pain disappears, will be a kind of swelling and pain, just like the pain on the nerves, the pain will be there forever, the pain will be there for a long time, what kind of pain will be there, it will be there uncontrollable, as if it can't be controlled, what kind of uncontrollable pain, what kind of unspeakable sorrow, Something that was very sad and sad all of a sudden.

What kind of sorrow and what kind of sad thoughts, there is a long and long precipitation, as if there will be a lot of pain, a very painful precipitation, the weakness in the pain, the wounds and brokenness in the pain, who I suddenly met in the pain, but I am already sad and desperate and no longer believe in anything, and there is no longer dare to believe in anything, there are many, many things that are unbelievable, unbelievable, in that unbelievable, whose laughter, Who laughed there miserably and sadly, and what kind of tears, his eyes blood-red and painful.

It was the pain in the eyes, there would be helplessness, there would be trembling, and then, as if it had disappeared into dead silence.

"Yin Ling, do you want to have any possibilities?" Yun Die's voice suddenly echoed in her ears like a dream, like thunder, she was just so quietly quiet, and then raised her eyes to look, just so carefully looking, carefully searching, what she found was a pair of eyes, another pair of earth eyes, a pair, so she was still so unfamiliar with a pair of eyes, but there was warmth.

There is mockery and ridicule, but it seems to be credible, it seems that there is still something worth believing there, it is worth believing and trusting there again, it is a pair of women's eyes that are the same and similar to themselves, the same woman, that between each other, will there be resentment, and whether there will be jealousy, carefully looked into the past, but found that what was already there was well hidden, what was there was there and completely hidden, What kind of hiding, hidden in a deep pool.

It was quiet in that hidden, but in that too oppressive quiet, she suddenly had no way to do it after she was too depressed and quiet, and then, she smiled so much, and it was so real that she didn't smile.

Because sometimes, or in many, many times, smiles, and smiles seem to be very tired and tired there, in fact, many times, when the spirit is not happy, but desperately forces herself to smile, she will feel helpless and helpless there.

As soon as she was at a loss and helpless, she sighed silently there, and in that silent sigh, silently and quietly disappeared what was gone, what was her own emotion? She seems to have no emotions of her own, and she seems to be there as if there is no emotion, no emotion and emotion...... Can that still be considered a human being?

Then again, the white fox's spirit is not a human being, if she has the body of a fox and the heart of a human being, this is actually not a mockery, a great irony, a very shameful, a very ridiculous kind of sadness.

Suddenly, there was silence again. The mournful and ridiculous soul was completely and hopelessly silent there.