170 At dawn

The spirit of the white fox kept lying in the same place, not moving, and not daring to sleep.

It's just that there is a pair of eyes open, sleepy, tired, and very weak, but there is still struggling to open a pair of eyes,

Just there I looked at the patch ahead, and listened to the sound of the waterfall falling in the darkness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She didn't know how long it had been, as if it had been there, as if all the time had been completely still.

What kind of need there is, and what kind of unknown and incomprehensible it seems to have, just feel incomprehensible there,

It's just that there's very, very confused and different, and there's some worry and worry, as if the sky will never be clear and bright again.

In the state of the unknown, everything becomes very frightening there, and it becomes very depressing.

Because I didn't know what I was there, I didn't know it all along, as if I didn't know it all along.

When there was no way out, I could only hold on there.

Sometimes I don't know whether my insistence is right or wrong, but I suddenly find that I have no way there.

In the end, I had to choose to persist there again.

The opposite of persistence is to choose a new direction, to choose a new path,

However, it was only there that she found that she could no longer find any other direction or path.

Everything is still there in the fog and confusion, when everything is there in a blur,

When her heart was nervous there, she listened to the sound of the falling water in front of her,

While listening carefully to the voice behind him from time to time, although for a while, it was always there snoring,

But now there is no sound, either you are asleep, or you are ...... It's sober.

Either way, the white fox's spirit was just there feeling that it was a sleepless night, or maybe it was early in the morning.

Because, she just felt as if she had been waiting there for a long, long time, as if she was waiting there and her heart was about to die of emaciation.

She's just ignorant in that place, she's just not looking for it there, and there's nothing she knows.

I don't quite understand, but suddenly I feel what kind of weight I feel there, some heavy, some scared,

Some fears, some trances, don't know how to face it, many, many things, I don't know if it's right or wrong,

I don't know if it's good or bad, I'm just waiting there quietly, and I'm there I don't know if I stay in this lonely darkness at this moment,

If it's not her, but someone else, I don't know how others should face it?

It's just that I feel a kind of fear there, and it's just that I feel what kind of fear and fear I feel there.

In my memory, there is always some kind of fear, what kind of trust and distrust there is,

both for oneself and for others, and then, right there, I feel the disconnection between people's hearts and the distance of people's hearts,

Everything is vague there, and what is too vague will become too terrifying and terrifying there.

There is something that I don't want to fight there, and I don't want to hide there, but I still feel something wrong in that place.

What kind of displeasure there is, always feeling unsatisfied there. It seems that there is always no answer there.

Just there with your back to you, just there, in that memory, in that empty and blank mind,

It's as if all the people in this world are far away from her, and she doesn't know who to trust, or who to get close to and cherish.

It's all there, it's all there, it's all there, it's going to be there, it's like it's going to be there,

Trembling, there is a sense of depression and pressure, that feeling is too heavy, but there is still no way to escape from that place,

There is no dodging either. I started to be in a trance there, and I began to forget there, and it seemed that I was there as if I was a friend, and I didn't seem to be a friend.

Will you cry there? Is it the crying of life? Or is it a cold and distant cry to the human heart?

What are you crying about, trembling with tears?

Weeping forgetfulness, what else is there to cry and tremble, what is willing,

It seems that there is something that you don't want to bear, what kind of weight is too heavy and too heavy?

Still there to discover and look for something, but also in such a certain period of time and time,

Everything seems to be found and undiscovered there, just immersed there,

It's just sinking there, it's just a vague dream, sometimes,

She worries about whether she will die one day, and she may not know yet.

Why do some of them have to be so clear? Why do you always have to worry too much about the people closest to you?

Sometimes I don't want to think too much, but I find that if I do this, I will feel too much of a loss there.

If you are too wronged, in that world of losses and grievances, you will feel hurt there, and you will feel sad and sad there.

It is the sorrow of the heart, but also the death and desolation of the heart.

In that I forgot and I forgot and I forgot it.

It's just that I'm scared and scared there, but I'm still there to cherish something.

But I just found that I tried hard to cherish something, and I still couldn't cherish anything there.

It is still so impossible to find and find anything, and everything seems to be completely destroyed and emptied.

"Look at the starry sky at night, beautiful, right?" The little boy in the memory excitedly made his ass on the top of the thatched house,

He took a big breath and said, "I called you out tonight, right?" ”

"But, it's still a bit of a problem, isn't it?" There the little girl slowly climbed up the ladder to the roof of the thatched hut,

Just looked at the straw that spread all over the roof, and in the end, it seemed to be very helpless to sigh there,

Then, he sat on the straw, and his tone was still a little inexplicable and unpleasant.

"We can look at the stars from the roof of our house, or, just in the yard, we can go there,

As long as you are outside, you can see the night sky, why do we have to climb to this gloomy place,

And what's more...... The owner of the thatched hut we sit in can't speak, and if they go out at night and see us sitting on their roof, will they be angry? ”

"Just put your mind at ease! I don't know if I'm going to say you're staying? Or are you stupid? Or are you stupid? Or are you blind? ”

Xiao Ye Luokong was there with his hands on the ground, looking up at the sky, and said happily and happily without looking at Yinling,

"Didn't you see that the room was locked when you came up? If there are really people in this house, then there are only dead people's ghosts! ”

"Ahh Don't be scary! There, the little minstrel rebuked very unpleasantly,

She was still trembling there, as if she still cared more or less about Ye Luo's words, she just glanced there and said,

"Is it romantic to look at the stars at night? Or is it a scary thing? ”

"Hehe, what do you say? Do you think stargazing is romantic or terrifying? ”

Ye Luokong just glanced over there, looked at Yin Ling and laughed, "Why are you shivering all over there, are you cold?" Still is...... Are you just scared? ”

"I ...... Of course I was scared! Of course I understand this kind of trick to deceive three-year-old children, and I am also sure and measured, I can tell the difference!

I won't be frightened by such a few words that are not scary. It's not like I haven't heard of ghost stories, and this girl's courage is not small! ”

Xiao Yinling was there and said with some courage, "I'm just very sorry! Looking at the starry sky with you, why doesn't it feel romantic?

Naturally, there is no sense of horror either. I just felt very ...... Very ......"