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In the mountain col, Jun Changning didn't know where he got the courage. She glanced at her bleeding left wrist, tore off a piece of the old clothes from the storage bag with her teeth, and wrapped the wound indiscriminately. The blood soaked through the coarse cloth in an instant, but she didn't have the courage to look at it anymore.

As if the spiritual power in his body had been stimulated with unlimited potential, Jun Changning turned back to the direction of Taihe Sect, trekked all the way through mountains and rivers, and flew straight to the north.

The people who followed her in silence just watched what she was doing, their dark eyes deep and sometimes thoughtful.

When the eastern sky was covered with a white layer of fish belly, Jun Changning stepped on the path to the Entering Dao Peak with his identity jade card. A small body, a blue and white dress, and a flat expression. Her body seemed to be surrounded by a thick fog that could not be dissolved, which made her whole person breathless, and she didn't pay special attention to the amazing appearance at all.

Seeing the familiar door, the familiar fence, and the familiar golden thread grass next to the steps again, Jun Changning suddenly had a feeling of being reincarnated, just like the day she first came to this world.

She stood outside the fence, quietly looking at the closed door next door, her little face without a very special expression, but very cautious. In the end, she decided to put aside all the rational analysis before and follow the wishes of her heart. I won't continue to be friends with He Qianyue!

They're all little people, they're too similar! It's like the same pole of a magnet, and you can never talk to each other.

Jun Changning has long forgotten how to make friends with his heart! She pushed open the door to her room, opening the window to let in some air. Then sit on the bed and carefully peel off the coarse cloth that has clotted and hardened after being soaked in blood.

The wound was terrible, and Jun Changning lost the courage to medicate himself with just one look. She bit her lip, soaked the towel and shivered to wipe the edges of the wound. Thanks to the monk's strong physique, a thin, fragile scab had formed on the place where the flesh had been scraped, and it looked hideous and terrifying.

Placing the ordinary herbs in the storage bag in front of him, looking left and right, Jun Changning twisted his eyebrows and didn't know what to do. Raising her arm to wipe the water from her face, she tore off a coarse cloth to wrap her left wrist again. The bachelor freshened himself up and walked to the library with thick snow.

Unskillfully applied the method of cleaning leaves to the snow, and the fluttering snowflakes poured Jun Changning from top to bottom. Luo Changhao smiled heartily, and the folds on his face could trap flies.

Outside the door, Jun Changning stood covered in snowflakes, tears falling like rain.

She swept the white under her feet vigorously, as if she was going to scrape off a layer of bluestone floor, the wound on her left wrist cracked again, and she didn't seem to feel pain when the blood stained the ground.

There are many times when our tears fall suddenly. Not for grief and pain. It's just that in that moment, the body perceives loneliness before the mind. So, tears fell, and so did hope.

Luo Changhao realized that something was wrong, he remembered the girl who came with Jun Changning before, and he stopped talking. I thought about it and didn't say anything.

The life of a monk is destined to go through a lot of suffering. Heavenly Dao doesn't like these people who oppose it. Therefore, betrayal, abandonment, exploitation, boredom, hardship, 、、、、、、 and so on, are placed on the monks.

Mortals should already be preparing for the New Year's goods at this time, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, always believing that tomorrow will be better and life will bring happiness. Luo Changhao raised the corners of his lips jerkyly, sat on the futon and began to meditate.

Jun Changning was lying on the window on the second floor and looked at the occasional spirit birds flying in the sky, his eyes were clear and reflected in the blue sky. When she saw a shivering bird flying by, she would stretch out her hand, and in her palm was a broken steamed bun. But none of the birds flew to her palm to peck at the steamed buns, and it seemed that even they disliked the coldness and coldness of entering the Dao Peak.

Jun Changning didn't mind the birdless appreciation, and stretched out his arms happily, his cyan sleeves swayed by the mountain wind, like a cheerful little flag.

She remembered one night in her previous life. The moon was like water, and the corner of the curtain was blown out of the wall by the wind from time to time, and she stood by the window with a glass of red wine, her overly long hair tied back with a ballpoint pen.

It was the night after she finally got out of that inexplicable marriage, and it was in the house she rented for the first time. The surroundings were finally quiet, but she seemed to have been worn away by time all her passions, and everything seemed to be in another world.

In the dead of night, she reached out and grabbed a handful in the void, spread out in the moonlight, and there was nothing. At that moment, she suddenly had the idea of self-termination.

The pages in the hand of the red-clothed man in Lang Huan Pavilion had not been turned for a long time, and he looked motionlessly at the child lying on the window in the distance.

Jun Changning Toluo Changhao helped buy a comfortable reclining chair and put it next to the window on the second floor of the Library Pavilion, under the thick quilt, her whole body was almost out of sight.

She decided to make a home here in the future. He Qianyue, who also saved her, hid hard.

There are a lot of mortal sword books in the library pavilion, and Jun Changning has nothing to do to hold the branches and practice them all one by one. In addition to practicality, from the aspect of viewing alone, there are some of the protagonists in martial arts movies in previous lives, who are chic and elegant!

When the first fireworks exploded in the middle of the night over the Entering Dao Peak, Jun Changning suddenly remembered that the New Year had arrived! She ran out into the yard, tiptoe to the ground, and floated lightly on top of the big tree in the yard, looking up at the colorful fireworks in the sky.

This is the first time she has spent the Spring Festival alone, Jun Changning stood on the top of the tree and thought, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he would start to get used to it in the future.

She took out the flute He Qianyue gave her, put it to her lips and played it.

The flute is cold, and the tune is lonely.

This is a song she liked very much in her previous life, and the first time she listened to it, she squatted on the lawn and cried despite the surprised eyes of the people around her. That kind of loneliness and loneliness is the confusion and fear of being in the middle of the city, unable to distinguish whether you really exist or not, the cold wind blowing through your chest, and the echo of the emptiness can be vaguely heard in your ears.

Jun Changning is never happy, this is something that everyone around her knows. A girl is covered with autumn leaves, and every footprint under her feet is filled with misanthropy and autism. She's everyone's attention!

Maybe she is eye-catching, with long hair, not bad looking, clear eyes, quiet and gentle, rare among her peers. Jun Changning sat on the top of the tree playing with the bamboo flute, trying to remember himself in the eyes of others, and his mood was delicate. Things that I thought I would soon forget are so vivid in my mind at this time.

The confusion of childhood, the inexplicable anxiety of youth, and the boredom that often occurs in youth. What Jun Changning wants most is actually to have a good sleep in a place where there is no light, and it will take a long time to sleep, and it is best to wake up to the vicissitudes of life.

She was afraid of something too bright, afraid that she would be like a moth destined to pounce on the candle flame. But in the end, she still couldn't resist the instinct to chase.

The bamboo flute in her hand was pinched out by her crack. Jun Changning looked at it in front of him, and threw it into the abyss under the cliff.

More and more fireworks are bursting in the sky, like delicate embroidery on a pure black background, which looks expensive and unattainable. Jun Changning sat on the top of the tree, and could faintly hear the cheering voices.

The new batch of disciples from the Dao Peak could not adapt to the boring and boring cultivation. They lit clusters of bonfires and arranged them in all sorts of interesting and playful patterns, which changed from moment to moment. Jun Changning's chin rested on his knees, looking very happy.

I can't say what kind of psychology came here, sat down next to Jun Changning, he looked at the child who was smiling happily and couldn't help frowning. This girl must not know how lonely her smile is.

Jun Changning sat on the top of the tree all night, she didn't know that there were people around her to accompany her from the loud voice to the silence. The sun is blocked by thick clouds, and the snow does not pay attention to the importance of the first day of the new year, and stubbornly decorates the world again.

She moved out of the wooden table and began to practice calligraphy, the snow was flying outside the window, and the cold wind sometimes swirled and rolled up a handful of snowflakes to wet the ground by the window, and the corners of her blue and white skirt remained motionless.