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Xie Lanyong stood on the edge with his hands in his hands, and no one could see his expression. The people who asked Zen Feng were used to doing things according to his will, and no one asked why they were standing here.

The falling snowflakes were even more dense, and everyone was unconsciously covered with a thick layer, Feng Lin maintained the posture of falling to the ground, looking at the place where Jun Changning fell motionlessly, a pale red teardrop burst out of the corner of his eye and slid down his pale cheeks to his cheeks, condensed into ice by the cold.

Zhuge Qing felt fear for the first time in his life, not for Jun Changning's death, but for the expressions on the faces of everyone on Zen Peak at this moment.

She shivered fiercely, her teeth unconsciously fighting and making a "knock!" The pupils in the unruly eyes shrank to the tip of a needle.

Su Ming's delicate and slender chin moved slightly, her gaze fell on the crimson back, and her pale pretty face didn't know whether it was sad or happy.

Maybe it was because the expressions of the three girls were too outward to make people feel uncomfortable, Yue Wumian glanced at them coldly, came to Xie Lanyong's side, and looked down casually, "What are you calling people to do?" ”

Xie Lanyong didn't speak, and it took a while to understand what he was asking, blinked his eyes, and ordered: "From today onwards, ask all the people in Zen Peak to perform their duties, the Forbidden Sea has given birth to new monsters, be sure to keep the enchantment perfect, if there is any omission, it will be dealt with according to the demon clan!" ”

"Yes!"

"Let's go down!" Xie Lanyong's eyes were fixed on the white sky.

In the hustle and bustle of the era, living in the countryside is not half clean. Outside, popular love songs on the Internet were played, mixed with the sound of car horns, penetrating the thick quilt, making Jun Changning toss and turn and couldn't sleep.

After a while, she jerked off the quilt and sat up, her face full of horror.

Glancing at the room, the gaudy pink curtain was the first to come into view, her face was pale, this, this is the room after she got married! How did she end up here? Didn't she die, and then 、、、、、、

The glare of the sunlight outside the window stirred her mind, and she clutched her chest, feeling breathless.

Over the next few days, familiar faces appeared in front of her, repeating the days she remembered, happy and sad, committed to pulling her in with a blank face.

Jun Changning sneered in his heart, do you think you are so important? She struggled all her life and finally escaped, how could she throw herself into the net again.

She sat on her mother's bed, listening indifferently to the so-called wisdom of life taught to her, staring gloomily at the little stain on the ground, and wandering to herself.

There was a sudden silence in her ears, she came back to her senses, and heard her mother sigh softly, Jun Changning's body stiffened, and her heart suddenly ached.

She raised her head, a ray of sunlight outside the window shone on her mother's gray hair, and the corners of her mother's eyes were covered with deep wrinkles in the shadows, and there was a deep helplessness and worry in those brown eyes.

Jun Changning's nose was sour, she stood up and coldly dropped a sentence, "I'll go out for a walk!" He hurried to the river slope north of the house and stood in the cold wind of the moon with tears streaming down his face.

She always thought that she hated them, and they left her at her grandmother's house, who was only five years old, and ignored her, and hurried to see her once, and when they left, they lied to her that they had gone out to buy her something delicious.

Fake! She knows it all!

She secretly ran to the grove behind her grandmother's house and cried with her mouth open, not daring to let others see that she had no chance to lose her parents' face.

They sent her, who had never been out of the house alone, to go to school in the county seat alone, and never came to school to see if she was doing well. She was carrying a bag of dirty clothes and a piece of five cents, not knowing how to get home. Silly stood on the campus until it was getting dark, and was taken home by the inspection director to serve her a bowl of noodle soup.

Her tears fell into the bowl and she said it was burned.

When her brother Jun Yongning had an accident and went to prison, they went to see him once a week, and she was eleven years old and left alone in her hometown, without food and money.

She sat on a pile of stones by the river, holding her knees and trying to hold her smiling face, tears dripping from the corners of her mouth to the tip of her tongue, salty and bitter.

My brother got married, and the family had limited money, so it was decided to let her take a year off from school first.

With a blank face, she listened to them criticize her top ten grades for nothing, and thought: Isn't it just for her to "voluntarily" give way to her brother, as for making these excuses!

At night, she sat on the balcony, looking at the starless sky, smiling slightly, without tears.

There are so many things, and Jun Changning, who has grown up, is taciturn and good-tempered, but he is a little cold.

At the end of her life, she treated her parents who gave birth to her and raised her so indifferently, without saying goodbye, without a letter, without a phone call, and she didn't even sneak a look at them!

Jun Changning watched the river in his memory gradually change beyond recognition, watched everything around him collapse and blur into a piece, and ran back like crazy, at least, at least let her 、、、、、、

In the end, she couldn't get faster than the speed of the destruction of the dream, and could only stand a hundred meters away, watching the building that had witnessed her youthful childhood, rebellious youth, and dead youth fade little by little, and finally melt into chaos and paleness with everything.

Jun Changning covered his face with his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

What is she crying about, she hates them so much.

She doesn't owe them anything, she's never been the first in their minds, isn't it right that she puts them on the back burner!

What they give her is always the second love after the measurement, and she does the same, how fair!

Why is it always her who hurts?

Feng Lin wiped the tears on the child's face over and over again, looking at her unconscious and calm and indifferent tears, she was very distressed.

She looked at the red figure holding a scroll by the window.

Jun Changning trembled and put down his hands, facing his other self in the void, and hooked the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly.

She opened her mouth, silently admitting a fact she had never wanted to face.

Jun Changning loves them, although this love is mixed with too much sorrow and disappointment, she still loves them.

The inferiority of human beings makes her instinctively blame all faults on them, in order to escape the torment of her conscience.

What she has never been able to forgive, what she has always resented, is actually the self who is not strong enough, incompetent, and cowardly.

She couldn't accept that she was, and still is, a failure.

What she desperately wants to forget is that she has always been so embarrassed in front of reality.

She uses indifference to hide her inferiority, and rejection to escape harm, and at the same time buries all possible sweetness and beauty.

She poured all her life into the landscapes that would never respond or reject, pretending that she was arrogant and noble, and that she did not go with the world.

Gradually, she finally forgot what she wanted, and became desireless, seemingly impregnable.

"Master, come and see, she hasn't woken up for so long, is she really okay?" Feng Lin was so anxious that her mouth foamed.

Xie Lanyong put down the book, walked over coldly, squatted in front of Jun Changning, took her hand, and before she could catch the pulse, she was hugged by the little girl with tears on her face.

Jun Changning lay tightly in the arms of the person in front of him, crying so much that he was crying, and all of them rubbed on the person.

The wet handkerchief in Feng Lin's hand "Smack!" He fell to the ground with a thud.