For the first time, Nuan'er had this uneasy feeling, and was shocked by the owner's emotion, that emotion was so painful, it had not experienced such emotions and feelings, and it did not have many opportunities to come to this world, only twice, but last time, in the face of everything it did, its host behaved with that kind of comfortable emotions and feelings, it was a kind of smugness, rampant excitement, and this emotion made it feel very useful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The more destruction it does, the more it gets this feeling of excitement, and it thinks this is life. It was only at last that its owner conveyed to it a feeling of fear, but this fear was fleeting, and it did not make a special impression, because with this emotion its owner died, and it went back to the place where it came, and it was even surprised how those who had let its master die know about its "home" and send it back!

But it didn't like the darkness of that home, so after thousands of years of "brief" recovery, it looked for an opportunity to get out of there and come back. In fact, it has no concept of time, its "home", everything seems to be static, there is no past and future, so these thousands of years are just the world's view of time, and there is no such concept at all in its world.

Only in this world can there be sunrise and sunset, only this rich color, there is the fragrance of birds and flowers, and there are those dizzying miscellaneous, it is so beautiful here, it likes it here, and it wants to stay in this world!

But back in this world, its life is very difficult, when it left its "home", the last wound has not fully recovered, now it is still very weak, it can't make any contract with the race here, they just want to use it as food, it can only hide in Tibet, trying to hide its breath, but at night itself is still weak, even its own breath is not well hidden, but fortunately, these stupid races no matter how much they hurt it, they can't kill it.

But it really feels so lonely, it hates the feeling of being hunted down, it is afraid of other people's hideous faces.

It's hard to find the current master, but why is the current owner completely different from the previous owner in the face of its unintentional destruction? It doesn't understand this emotion, and this emotion makes it feel so uneasy and uncomfortable, is this a painful feeling? Is this what people often call "wrong" feelings? How is it a painful, wet, sour feeling? It's a novelty, but it's not comfortable at all!

Now there is someone following the master, it can't go out, but it wants to comfort the master, it wants to make the owner happy, but the current owner is so weird, as if he has been upsetting her since the first appearance, it doesn't know what to do to make the current owner happy, instead of always conveying to it this uncomfortable feeling! It doesn't like the feeling, and it's going to chase it away!

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Holding flowers in hand, staggering along, guilty, reproachful, and miserable.

Wang Dakui followed unhurriedly.

After two turns, I stopped, turned to look at the "attendant" behind me. I don't have a bad voice, because I don't even seem to have the strength to be angry.

"I want to go and see my father alone." My tone was light and unwavering, but I was inadvertently revealing a deep sadness.

Wang Dakui was stunned, but he stood honestly, as if he was shocked by this rich sadness, without saying a word, but he couldn't stop anymore.

I turned and walked forward, and not far ahead, there was another bend in my father's grave.

It's approaching, but I feel my own trembling, how long has my father been gone? How many times have you been here?!

But I still can't control my emotions, and I can't pull out of that thick sadness. Self-blame and pain tortured me day by day, and I could only walk to the cold tombstone again and again and ask my father for forgiveness! But I knew I couldn't ask for it! This feeling of wakefulness will make you more miserable!

Is there anything more torturous in this world than regret?

When I trembled in pain, I saw that there seemed to be a figure shaking in front of my father's grave!

Wouldn't you, are you dazzled? When I looked at it again, there was indeed a figure that seemed to have just stood up, and was standing respectfully in front of my father's grave with my head bowed and hands down.

That figure is so familiar, I will never forget it for the rest of my life!

The heart inexplicably began to beat wildly, unable to be calmed.

How can it be?! Why is he here?!

A wave of shock and incredulity welled up in my heart.

I stood still, I couldn't move any further!

I had to calm my emotions and mood!

The figure stood for a long time, looking extremely respectful!

Is he posturing?! But that piety doesn't look like it at all!

And there's no need for him to behave! There is no one in the grave, there is no need for him to show the dead souls, right?! But there's no need to come here!

The mountain wind was cold, but it didn't blow my heart, which was beating wildly and hot, and the tears in my eyes that I couldn't hold back anymore slipped down without fighting......

What happened to you?! What are you doing?! I blamed myself fiercely in my heart, always thinking that I had forgotten him, always thinking that even if I met again, I would be as if I hadn't seen him, like a passerby! But why is it not as calm as I thought, but so stormy?!

In the mountain wind, he stood like that, the figure was tall and clear, like the mountain pine standing upright, the mountain fog was rising, the sun was pouring, and his eyes were foggy, but he couldn't fade his figure.

I seemed to see his clear face again, bright eyes, and a doting smile at myself, and I tried to shake my head to shake off that long-ago feeling, and I hated myself deeply in my heart.

The feelings that were once so warm have all turned into outright injuries in the end!

I still can't get rid of the feeling he gave me!

He seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head, and met my gaze, I suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, and I just reined in my mind, forced the shock in my heart, and pretended to walk forward coldly.

His gaze seemed to be only for a second, and it seemed like a century long, and his gaze came, and I knew that I could no longer escape, so I might as well go forward.

I pretended to ignore his gaze, ignore his presence.

Walked to the tombstone, bowed deeply, squatted down gently, and put down the flowers, there was a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, which he had brought, and a few delicate offerings. I also ignored it, and wiped the tombstone with a white silk cloth, like wiping my father's face. I wanted to try to hold back, but I just couldn't help it, and tears flowed down one by one, drowning out all emotions.

(To be continued.) )