Now that I think about it, I pretended to be deaf and dumb and turned everything into a fantasy, but later I couldn't escape the entanglement of my heart - hiding.

He hoped that he could forget about these and forget everything related to that man, otherwise as long as he thought about it, he would feel that the man's decision was because he was the first to decide.

Isn't he really angry with him, does he really want him to be pulled up from the ground like a weak girl?

He's just making a little mess! It's just to maintain his manhood - is that all right?

Will rolled over in bed, his twelfth turn since he lay down.

The nighttime dormitories are no quieter than the daytime, and the lively murmuring and the rhythmic snoring that go on and over again have become a fixed background sound that does not need to be taken care of, and it is not surprising that it can not bear to disappear suddenly.

Will stared at the ceiling of the room, the worn-out mottled art more like some kind of old art, and after a second he sat up from the bed abruptly, looked around with a vaguely suppressed expression, and then lay back in an imposing manner.

He admits that he is very unwilling in his heart!

In fact, he didn't know why the man never showed up again, and he blamed himself for the sin just hoping that he would remember it forever.

The man is right, it hurts, and it is better to remember than to forget.

But now he couldn't understand it, and he began to be disgusted with this ordinary and stable life, and he wanted to complain to heaven and earth in a frustration.

used to be myself, and I had a so-called set of strain procedures for the Pingshui encounters around me.

Restlessly tidying up, and then soon beginning to die in a dull way, every encounter is such a simple fixed pattern for him, so easy to accept in the blink of an eye that the world is impermanent, and the qi is about to be gone, and the silence seems to be light, but in fact he is just to avoid waking up, and then he can continue to hesitate in place, and pass with him, until the end of the day.

Well, if this is the final fantasy, the morning and the tide do not want to forget.

Will lifted the quilt suddenly, not paying attention to the size of the movement of his hands and feet, a pair of eyes were eager but narrow, and all the heat that was about to move in them seemed to be delivered in only one direction, to the point of meanness, and even the pair of boots on the ground that stared at him quietly were forgotten by him, and he ran out barefoot and came into the woods.

The constant gush of joy swirled around his whole heart, and there were words in his thoughts—I thought of it! I've got it!

I thought of the best way to resist the immense and amazing power of time!

Will had never been so proud of his intelligence, and he suddenly felt that this was the first time he had received divine power from the heavens, in other words, he had a gut feeling that he had finally done something right!

Will gasped for air, white "flowers" blooming one after another in the air, he tilted his head, not feeling the growing discomfort and pain under his feet, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the high place where the leaves were empty, where the man always rested, and would let his gun "swing" a little further away.

I've got it! - Subconscious shouts of surprise at the empty tree trunk!

Take a hair of the dog that bit you!

He felt that he had to find a way to adapt himself to all of this, while also finding a way to keep the pain firmly in mind, even if it required trading it for other existential memories.

Now that he has found it, it is constant memories, constant nostalgia,

He didn't look forward to much reunion after a long absence, he just hoped that he would have memories as a companion and always be brave.

The quietly approaching magnetic field, the arrogance of imprint sorrow, ignoring stumbling, domineering king, high mountains and rivers, as if it were right, and then injured, laughing arrogantly. (To be continued.) )