Chapter 215: Distant Souls (1)

Since the death of the beast king, Zhang Jianfeng escaped, and the temple finally fell into tranquility, and the three of them did not stay for a long time, but Tsui Hark seemed to like it and never left. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Life suddenly fell into peace again, and there were rare souls in the ninth district who didn't have any trouble, and everyone was doing well, but it was just ...... In a far, far away place, there was a man walking on the road.

The white clouds floating in the sky are like his monologue, the animals crawling on the ground are his mood, the flowing air, the man who is secretly sad, and the words in his heart have been buried deep for a long time...... For a long time......

or lonely, submissive; Or rebellious, deviant, imprisoning only oneself in one's own world, praying for ethereal forgiveness.

There is no antidote to the story in our hearts, so we are confused in the hesitation, struggling in the confusion, suffering in the struggle, confused in the pain, groping in the confusion, lost in the groping, broken in the loss, and getting all our sadness in the brokenness......

I was confused, so some people said that confusion is hesitation; Is Confusion a Desert? So I tried to wander; The scorching wind blew 990,000 grains of sand, overwhelming and unfathomable; How did you come? Did you discard me or was you discarded by me? A forest in the distance, but ethereal like a mirage.

There is always too much helplessness around us, making us endlessly sentimental, perhaps only by learning to give up can people stop hesitating.

Tossing and turning, and then to the season of scattered leaves, scattered, broken, and my sky lost its color.

The stars that can't be picked up, the little fish that always slips away, the most beautiful missed movies, the best lost lover, and the ones who always understand me the most, I never understand what the truth is.

I have been unable to feel some of the happiness and happiness in life a little confused, a little worried, I hope I can go on well, I really want to be alone in the future, a little feeling in the heart of a person who is about to enter the society.

I always forgot my promises and hypnotized myself over and over again.

My heart was empty, I felt as if the whole world had abandoned me, loneliness, loss, helplessness overwhelmed me, I wanted to escape, to escape to another world.

I asked God: How can we laugh and forget sad things? God answered: yourself crazy. I'm like a note in a drifting bottle, with a bright future and just no way out.

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I tried to find hope, and I was afraid that luck was around me, but I carelessly missed it.

I have exhausted all my strength to give up, to try to remove the mark you have left in my body, everything that has long been lost, only the remnants of breathing, wandering in the wilderness like a dead corpse, despair, hideous and arrogant laughter, shattering all dreams, I have long been thorough, not worthy of your empty skin, walking aimlessly, as if blind, unable to see the future, unable to see expectations, as if hollowed out, unable to find memories, unable to find myself.

My tears flowed down and irrigated the soft grass below, and I don't know if the next year will bloom the memories and sorrows of the loss, it is me, the thin sorrow that I fished with the tip of my pen.

Look up, the night sky is dotted with bright lights, and look around, you can no longer find a trace of your breath in the empty room! that

The picture of you is like a sporadic light in the sky that appears in my mind from time to time, but the empty atrium clearly tells me that it is a memory.

His eyes were full of loneliness, looking at the once glorious but now depressed castle, and walked away gloomily.

The monsoon blows wake up autumn, those superfluous thoughts are scattered, dreams are illusory, fireworks are easy to cold in the twilight, and everything is finally floating clouds.

I didn't wait, I didn't wander, in fact, I understood that it was a fateful arrangement, a shell, dead and confused, unable to find the direction of the wind, unable to find the sorrow of the past.

Sadness quietly took root in my heart, looking at the streets where people came and went, how strange and out of place I felt, clothed in self-pity, immersed in my own gray world, a person curled up in a corner, shrouded in darkness, swallowed by loneliness, kept thinking about the reason for living, tears rolling in my eyes, not that I didn't want to cheer up, not that I didn't want to work hard, maybe I always had an excuse!

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What kind of person can do without desire, what kind of thing can make everyone willing to do it, I don't know how long it has been, Fan Chou has never experienced the feeling of missing, this time, in this night when the sky is full of stars and the air is extremely cool.

He looked at the moon, surrounded by many stars, sighed deeply, and unconsciously reached into his pocket, only to find that the pocket was empty, only a lighter, but no cigarettes!

"Give!"

In this matter, Bind Wunian's hand stretched out from the side, handed over a cigarette, and in Fan Chou's surprised eyes, stood aside, supported the handrail on the balcony on the second floor of the ancient castle, lit it himself, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, and said, "Are you missing Ye Xin?" ”

Fan Chou sighed, lit a cigarette, and said, "Yes! How do you know? ”

"Hehe, I also have this feeling, I was exactly the same as you are now!"

Jian Wunian's expression was as usual, but his tone was a little sympathetic.

Fan Chou smiled slightly, continued to look up at the moon, and said, "Yes, I forgot that you have your own soul, but I have it now!" ”

Jian Wunian didn't speak, the atmosphere was a little dull, Fan Chou sighed slightly, and said, "Look at that moon!" ”

Hearing this, Jian Wunian looked up and saw that there was nothing abnormal!

"Although the moon is big and bright, it is indeed alone, you see those stars, although they are small and insignificant, but there are many friends around them, and sometimes, the stronger the person, the more lonely he is, and loneliness is more terrible than death!"

Fan Chou was very confused in his eyes, he was very happy to get his soul some time ago, but he felt confused for Ye Xin, Fan Chou in this state is really rare, but what can he do? Who can comfort him?

A lot of times it's about getting lost in your own life and finding no better reason not to think about things that others don't think matter.

Confusion is like a fog, let the troubles and you hide and seek, only find out the root of the troubles, find a solution, make a plan, take a step, go forward step by step according to the plan, and pierce the confusion in front of you with a plan, in order to break through the difficulties and wisdom, break the cocoon and turn into butterflies, and finally get out of the boundless fog, embrace the dawn of happiness and success.

Those moods condensed by confusion are like a low song, constantly singing the sadness of silence. The floating melancholy, dangling like slender tentacles, unscrupulously burrows into the pores of the skin, stretches like vines, and winds into the heart and lungs, suffocating us, making us ache, making us numb. (To be continued.) )