2 leaves are just very troubled there, but they are just there sighing,

He shouted around, "Where are you?" You come out for me, come out quickly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"I won't come out." In the distance in the midst of the emptiness all around, there was the familiar laughter,

But it still seemed to be an incomprehensible pleasure that was easy for Ye Luokong, "I solved the matter, I'll leave now." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew around him, and then the wind opened the door and closed the window.

It was as if there was a very strong momentum that passed through his body in an instant.

Ye Luokong didn't have any defense, but he didn't suffer any damage.

However, he was also there, as if his legs were a little weak and unsteady on his feet, and he took a few steps back.

I don't know what the situation is, but it seems that I can be sure that the skeleton should be real and left.

Although it was very strange and incomprehensible, although Ye Luokong didn't want to stay in this place for too long, but, after all, he still came, so he would go and see the old man by the way.

Ye Luokong thought about it while walking outside the house, because the old man usually stays downstairs.

Will there always be many, many missing and vacant gaps?

Will there always be many, many inadequacies there?

Is it all something that shouldn't be there?

Sometimes, something seems to be there to feel fulfillment.

But sometimes, there's something that's still very, very scared and scared there

It's like there's always been there to be fearful and scared of so many unknowns, always there, full of unknowns for the future,

Always there not to understand, always there to feel a little sluggish and trance, just there inexplicably,

What kind of hurt is felt, a very inexplicable and very painful injury.

It's like there's always something there to break through.

There's always something that's very, very reluctant there.

I still feel like I can't do something there, and I'm so reluctant to be there.

I still couldn't help but resent it, but suddenly I realized how powerless and weak I felt.

However, he still struggled to step out of the room and walk out of the room.

Will there be a lot of time, in that time of hesitation and confusion, just there to be wasted and wasted,

It's like there's always a lot of time, always there, a lot of it, completely consumed.

After consuming a lot of pain and suffering there, I still find a lot of things that are becoming more and more difficult there.

It also seems to be getting more and more difficult there, but there is something that cannot be understood there.

I still feel that I can't help but be troubled there, but I am still in that trouble, trying to find what kind of overcome,

There, I was trying to find ways and means to overcome difficulties.

A lot of times, it's just that you feel very confused there.

But there is still no way to wait and wait there, and you can only endure there.

I don't know what everything has become there. It's like a disaster,

Disasters are formed there, and disasters seem to breed there, and there are many times when they continue to linger there.

It belongs to the wandering of time, and it seems to belong to the wandering of time, and sometimes, it will be in the emptiness,

feel a kind of fear and fear, and then, where you find out that there is a large number of vacancies and inadequacy,

Suddenly, I found something terrible, and I found something remote and impossible there.

It's as if it's a painful way to survive there, as if every step is painful and inaccessible.

It's just that it's there, it's just that it's always so unknown and unclear something.

And then, there he tried to endure and wait there by his will.

It's not that he recalls someone in the vacancy and blankness, he just seems to be there thinking about nothing at that moment, and he is still there thinking about nothing.

There are some things that can be found so easily if you want to find them, and there are not things that you want to find.

It's so easy to find, otherwise would everything have become too simple there?

And in fact, everything seems to be not simple there, and everything is not so simple.

It wasn't as taken for granted as he thought, he just thought everything was too simple in that place.

He was thinking too simply, too naïve.

Everything is complicated there, just distant, as if you will never be there to touch and reach.

If you can't find it there, you will no longer look for it and seek it, and when you can't find anything there, you will no longer hold on there.

When something is there that can no longer be insisted on, we strive to stop looking for it there, and we will no longer find anything there.

Just there with your heart and waiting there.

For whom. Everything can be there for whom?

Don't be too self-righteous, and a lot of the time, it's better not to take yourself too seriously.

Or don't take yourself too seriously.

It is there that it is accustomed to being neglected and ignored, and it is also there that it is accustomed to a kind of silence and tranquility that is indulged and immersed in there.

What has disappeared and disappeared there may always be so disappeared and disappeared there.

There will be a period of weakness there, there will be weakness, there will be weakness, there will be hard to find,

But there was still there holding on to the wooden railing and moving forward step by step, and in the wooden house, there was no kerosene lamp,

Everything seemed dark there, he just felt a little dim there, as if he was groping his way there.

It's just that what kind of vacancy and emptiness I feel there, in that tearing and struggling, not everything can be found,

It's not that I feel that my heart is flying there, and everything is just there very naturally and smoothly.

It's just that I feel like there's something that can't be renewed, but it just seems to be still wandering there, still struggling there,

When a person is still there and feels very, very dissatisfied, and feels as if all the time is standing still,

When a static general is depressed and dead, there is an effort to adapt to that kind of stillness and dead silence.

It's as if everything is just there, you have to get used to it and get used to it.

Accustomed to being silent, accustomed to being still, and getting used to being still, is also there to get used to a kind of injury,

It's also used to pay there, suffer there, and don't complain about anything there.

Many times, in the communication and interaction with the crowd, I feel a kind of attack,

It was a pain and pain to be attacked, but sometimes fighting back did not seem to be a reasonable and legitimate choice.

If it's really there, it's a kind of attack, if it's really there, when you feel a kind of contempt and disdain,

Perhaps, for him, it is only left to endure, or to try to endure there,

And still in the midst of enduring and enduring, to find and find what direction again,

It's just that in that place, even if the body is very stiff enough to maintain, it still has to work mechanically there.