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54. Silence is hard to be happy with

Ah, forgetting, ah, death, ah, all the pain, what should we do with all this in the midst of that life's struggle? How about all of this? How can we find all of this? The pain of seeking, the sorrow of seeking, the difficulty of seeking, who is she?

Who is she, how can she reinterpret and feel her life when she is still difficult to find out and perceive who she really is, how should she be good, how should she be good in that precipitous journey and journey of life, how should she be good in the midst of all those large and large deceptions and expectations, how should she be good, how to deceive, all, all deception, a large piece of deception. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's all illusions, it's all impossible, it's all deceptive. It's all impossible, in the complete turmoil, and there is a clown, a sad and lamentable and ridiculous, and a kind of sadness and sorrow that will be eliminated like garbage, it will be very sad, it will be very lamented, it will be there to not be a trace, it is there that there is not the slightest emotion and thoughts on the knot.

It will be a very painful and painful thought, a very painful thought there, that will be very painful, very painful, and there is no way to worry about the thoughts and thousands of sorrows.

There are thousands of sorrows in the heart, there are thousands of lamentations and sighs in the heart, and in that long sigh, suddenly in a trance, in that trance, in that trance, suddenly encountered, but in that sudden passing, everything seems to be air, she seems to be in that dull air, crying and dying, it is so long and long crying, and she is helpless in that long and long lament.

It's all unreal, it's all unreliable, it's all impossible, it's impossible and unfound, it's an impossible kind of sorrow and sigh, running in the line of death, even if it's fleeing in the collapse of the whole world.

She didn't give up, she didn't give up in the midst of death, every minute and every second of rescue, her own rescue and emergency response to her own life, she was sad there, and she waited there with a sigh, because of whose appearance appeared, because of what kind of possibility, and there was a new possibility, and there was a dead silence, knowing that she was wrong, and she knew that she was lonely, but she still had no choice there.

It's a lonely loneliness, it's an innocent and pure evil, it's an evil that isn't real and it's not very good, and the selfish heart is broken and terrible.

It is a kind of dead silence that people's hearts are very cold, very cold, and will be so cold that it is chilling and helpless, and in the brokenness and sadness of that dead silence, what has disappeared has disappeared, what has disappeared, what has disappeared for a long time, it is a kind of impossibility of life and survival, and it is also in the complete impossibility, listening to what is waiting for and waiting for something.

It was the laughter of a child in childhood, but under the sunshine, the child's laughter was loud, but the beautiful sound and sound like a brass bell would tear her heart there, tear her former heart, and her heart was there at some point and at some point, it was there to ache, as if it was very painful there, a feeling of pain.

In that pain, she looked at the child, as if looking at a phantom, like the shadow of the fine and dense trees cast by the sun, with the slightest hint of coolness, on the road of life, still so melancholy.

On the road of life, she is still so confused, and on the road of her survival, it is still so difficult, it is still so as if every step of survival, every step taken, will pay a very painful, very painful price, and what will be the tragic price?

Will she shed tears? Will she bleed? Or is it the pain of the flesh opening and the bones and muscles breaking? Is that a heart-piercing pain? Or in that death and the silence of death, there will be a kind of exercise, it is only the exercise of pain and pain in life, and everything is only the exercise of pain and pain is not enough, what she really wants to do, is still not enough there, not enough, as if it is there very, very insufficient. All of a sudden, so far away, so far away.

Like the distant in the sky, so far away, so far away, how the sky and the unknown confusion, those are the eyes of a child, the child has to open a pair of innocent and dull eyes, he seems to be so sluggish and engrossed in looking at the spirit, as if asking, "Who are you?" Who are you? ”

Just when Yin Ling was still a little sluggish and at a loss, when she was holding that kind of look, the little boy staring at her eyes and was helpless, the little boy suddenly took the initiative to ask again and again, "Sister, who are you?" ”

- Sister? What's going on? Isn't she a white fox? Yin Ling was a little puzzled, and then, she seemed a little stunned and stroked her forehead and chin in a panic, and it was there that she suddenly realized that she had a head, or a human head there.

But what if you become human? In the falsehood and deception of people, there are many, many things that are still impossible, there will be a lot of deception, there will be a lot of sorrow and sighs, and there will be a lot of impossibility and impossibility.

The mutual trust between people seems to be so small, and mutual trust seems to be so difficult, as if they will never be trusted there, why should we believe, why do we need to gain trust, why do we need to get what kind of touch and touch? What kind of reluctance, what kind of reluctance.

In that reluctance, lonely, and miserable crying, it is a kind of impossibility in that lament and sorrow, what kind of impossible crying, what kind of impossible distantness, because it will be impossible, because it will be rejected there, it will be hated there and cruel, very painfully rejected, and there is no choice in that painful and painful rejection, and there is no choice in it.

What kind of waiting, what kind of waiting there is very difficult, and very painful waiting, what is empty and blank in that waiting.

Why can't you find what you want to seek, and why can't you find everything there? It is there that it is completely impossible to find, and in that unsearchable throbbing silk string, it is the trobbing pain of every divine thread, and in the convulsive and helpless pain, I am looking forward to something again, and I am waiting for something there again.

"Don't......" What kind of panting patient, sighing deeply and ** there, he is breathing deeply and painfully in the middle of that **, it is the chest heaving, undulating irregularly, and so slowly and seemingly very rapid undulating, and what can all this prove? All of this is just proof that she's still alive, and that's all there is to it.

She is alive, and she is quietly alive, neither of him nor her. How many people are in her air, and all of this seems to have nothing to do with her. Whether there was a man by her side or not, she couldn't feel the slightest warmth, and she was completely silent and regretful and painful.

It didn't matter if she was alone, or so much in the middle of a group of people, she was still crying there, crying in some dark and dreary corner that no one else could see, she just hid there and cried quietly and silently, what kind of unbelievable she felt in that quietly, just lonely, lonely as if it belonged to her only companion, and her choice seemed to be there except for loneliness or loneliness, as if she had no choice but to be alone.

Crying, crying in the baby's voice, crying in the baby's voice in pain and pain, like a child, like a very pitiful and pathetic child, she seemed to grow up in the same place and as if she had shrunk, she was in trouble there, in that air, in that lonely air.

Lonely and difficult, no one to accompany her, no one to accompany her, she is just a person injured in that loneliness, as if in the body, as if every part of the heart is being traumatized, it seems that they are all there to bear a great force of impact, and in the pain of the impact, she can only hang down, as if she has to admit defeat so much, as if she is so at a loss, and very helpless to get with the place of life, the pain of life, and the pain of life, and the pain in the journey of life, bowing her head, There she bowed her head cowardly and helplessly, and there she completely conceded defeat and bowed her head.

"She's a child, she's just a child!" Suddenly, there were more people around, just before Yin Ling noticed anything, when she didn't know anything, she just felt that after that unintentional smaller, she had to be dragged behind by a big hand, she was dragged behind a person's thigh by that powerful big hand, she trembled there, she was at a loss there but very helpless trembling, her whole body trembled, she didn't particularly understand that sentence. "She's a child, she's just a child!" Who said that? In general, under what circumstances do such words come out? And to whom is this being heard? Is it her? Is it really talking about her?

"Is it possible?" The other party shouted in a cold voice and angrily, "Do you think everything is so simple? Is it all that simple? Is it possible? Is it possible to let her go? Do you think it's possible to let her go? If we let her go, then who can let us go? ”

"Ah, sir, I beg you!" Just when Yin Ling was still stunned by the angry words, when she was subconscious, the thigh that was clinging to her suddenly knelt down with a "poof", and she knelt down completely.

It was also when she knelt down that she suddenly realized that the woman kneeling on the ground in front of her was very familiar, very familiar, and the spirit had long since shrunk and had become a little girl, and she was searching in that memory, and she was searching so hard and frantically, and she felt a kind of difficulty in that search, and also in that difficulty, she felt there a silent lament that she had no way to do.

It's just that she sighed helplessly for so long, the world, as if she couldn't get something there, as if she had never been able to get something, and she couldn't even see the face of the simplest person, the face of a familiar woman, she always thought she could recognize it, but she just looked at it, and at most she could only see the side face of a face.

It was a face that she couldn't see no matter how she looked. She will never be there to perceive something, there will be there forever and persistently what she can't do, and there will be something that she can't do continuously, it is like the pain of life, and in the helpless pain of life, she forgets to cry, because, in addition to crying, there are too many things waiting for what kind of completion, whether what can be done or what cannot be done.

She was waiting there, just waiting, just waiting, and that was only because of the numb pain that her legs were already standing there, she just felt the pain and pain in her legs, but she felt the paralysis so much, and in the pain of that paralysis, she had become at a loss. I was also at a loss for what to do, feeling scared and scared.

In life, there is no need, there is nothing to want, because there is a complete loss and disappointment that makes her completely pessimistic and desperate to indulge in the helplessness of the dead silence and withering, the reversal of time, is such a long reversal, what kind of loneliness and loneliness cannot be eliminated, and it seems that it does not need to be eliminated, it is a part of life, it is something that belongs to life and cannot disappear and eliminate, what there is is changing there, there is a slow and drastic change, In the throes of the change, she breathed deeply, then turned.

"Get back!" She was still motionless, and suddenly there was a violent roar behind her, and just as she was confused, she only felt her shoulder being held so vigorously and painfully, and the rough and powerful palm was there to break her shoulder violently and hard, as if he would rather break her shoulder than force her over. What's the situation? Yin Ling just felt a pain in his shoulder, and his mind was so confused.