At the same time as his consciousness was restored, he actually had his own thoughts, but the difficulty for him was that he did not understand where he came from at all. Where are you going? Because he had lost all his memories before this......

Walking in the vast wind and snow, he used the way he learned from this group during this time to try to avoid places that might be risky, his ears were full of wind and snow, and there was nothing in front of him except the white world, and he was abandoned by the race at this moment with a sense of being alone in the world!

It is only at this time that the human mind will produce the purest and closest to the source ———— self-questioning, 'Where do I come from and where am I going?'

Although there is no solution to these problems, because he has lived in the ethnic group for so long and deeply understands the difficulty of survival, Yang Ming has cultivated an extremely strong desire to survive, just as everyone in the ethnic group has expressed, since God has given birth to human beings and given life to everyone, it means that you will accept the challenge given by God!

Even in such an extreme and bad situation, there are still ethnic groups that are constantly reproducing and struggling, and Yang Ming feels that he has no reason to give up?

Walking in the world of no one, his thoughts have reached an unprecedented realm of emptiness, in this almost spotless world, Yang Ming's state of mind is as clear as a spotless mirror, sometimes he even feels that he sees his own heart, where it is full of desire to survive.

In the midst of loneliness, Yang Ming began to realize the preciousness of the tribe, because with his ability, he could not obtain enough food to support his body, and all he could do every day while avoiding the haunts of large beasts was to find fish to feed his hunger.

However, since the energy provided by fish food is not enough to support the general range of activities, his daily range of movement seems to be very large, and in this way, he is getting farther and farther away from saving his own race, and the whole heaven and earth seem to have no trace of people except that race!

Yang Ming sometimes wondered if the group that had saved him really existed......

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Time flies, time flies.

In another world, a spring and autumn have passed, and those who are unwilling to give up from the bottom of their hearts have finally ≦≦≦≦, and M.※ .c@om has gradually accepted the reality that even if there are still search and rescue activities of the fleet on the sea, the focus of life has quietly changed.

After the war in the Dongying Sea, many things have quietly changed, for example, many industries that originally belonged to Yang Ming's name began to encounter various problems, and under the encroachment of some forces on the surface, even if Su Mier and others tried their best to fight, they still had to give up many interests.

The reality inevitably makes people feel ironic and sad, when Yang Ming made a sacrifice, none of the assets in his name could be preserved, and even among the people who were directly involved in these interests, there were Yu Chongqian and others, so it was ...... Yu Yan completely broke away from the Yu family, left Yanjing, and chose to settle in Zhonghai City with Lu Caiwei.

The summer of Qinghang City is coming, a convoy drove to a green hill on the outskirts of Qinghang, with the opening of the car door one after another, the scene of a beautiful figure stepping off the car door is quite spectacular, these women who get off the car alone in any place are enough to captivate the country and the city, but it is a pity that they can not see any joy on their beautiful faces.

Looking at the stone monument standing somewhere on the green mountain, a beautiful woman who got off the Land Rover said softly to the girl with a pair of ignorant eyes in her arms: "Si, can I take you to see Dad?" ”

"Bababa............" The girl who couldn't understand the world waved her pink fist and made a childish sound, and her crystal eyes were full of ridiculous smiles.

Zhong Huaixue sighed, lowered her head, and kissed her daughter's face with pity, in exchange for the girl's giggles and the cute bubbles spit out from the corners of her mouth, looking down at her daughter's eyebrows, she slowly raised her head and looked at Qingshan and muttered: "Ming———— have you seen it?" This is our daughter, and she's coming to see you. ”

Song Shuangshuang walked over and hugged Zhong Huaixue and said, "Sister Xue, you go ahead!" ”

"How can this be done, you should go ahead." Zhong Huaixue shook her head and said.

Song Shuangshuang, who had already been extremely bright, looked at Zhong Huaixue and said: "We all think that he should be allowed to see his daughter for the first time, if he —————— if he has a spirit in the sky, I hope to see it on the side of Si, so that we can get a reassuring result." ”

At this moment, Song Shuangshuang has also accepted the result of Yang Ming's death, but for her to come, she can't be reconciled that even Yang Ming's bones have not been found, maybe he is really dead, but she is really unwilling that he disappeared into this world like this.

Looking at Song Shuangshuang's haggard face, Zhong Huaixue walked in front with the child in his arms.

After walking through the winding mountain road, I finally came to a very well-built tomb, there was no photo of Yang Ming on the tombstone, there was only a row of words indicating his identity, and the list of the surviving people following was a long list...... Looking at the tombstone in front of him, the scar in everyone's heart was uncovered again, and under the sadness, sadness was silent.

Only the girl made a sound of smashing, and looked at Yiqiē with ignorant eyes.

"Thinking ...... You let Dad see your ......" to her daughter, the grief in Zhong Huaixue's heart welled up, and tears blurred her vision all of a sudden.

"Mama...... Ma Ma ...... Dudu ......" The girl stared blankly at the crying Zhong Huaixue, stretched out her pink palm and touched Zhong Huaixue's face, she didn't understand what the tears on her mother's face meant, but intuitively she just wanted to touch Zhong Huaixue's face.

Seeing this scene, where can other people endure it?

Since she thought of coming here last night, Liang Yuanyuan has been crying in her room for half a night, if it weren't for Xia Lianfeng coming over to accompany her to comfort her, I'm afraid she could only come here with swollen eyes today! But then, tears burst out of my eyes again!

There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment, can't ask for, and can't let go.

At this moment, all the suffering seems to be gathered in everyone's heart in an instant, and if there is anything in this world that makes life worse than death, it must be all kinds of good memories of the past tormenting the surviving people who are now obsessed.

Who can forget a man like that?

Who can accept life after losing him?

Song Shuangshuang can't!

Zhong Huaixue can't!

Su Qin can't!

Liang Yuanyuan can't!

Xia Lianfeng.................. Even Lu Caiwei and Yu Yan can't.

The people who came here today did not have the figure of Nalan Lingrong, but far away in a grassland in Lushan, Nalan Lingrong was full of two cups of Jiujiang double steaming and sat alone in front of the waterfall to remember the confidant who forgot about the rivers and lakes, maybe she was never good at expressing emotions, but for her, if she may have had a trace of spiritual resonance with any man in this life, that person must be Yang Ming.

Except for these people, most people in this world have forgotten about Yang Ming, even if there are some people who once knew Yang Ming, after this year, these people are just speculating about why the business world suddenly lost this person, and most people agree that Yang Ming was secretly arrested.

But no matter what, no one knows———— if it weren't for Yang Ming, many people's lives might have died, and many people's lives might have collapsed!

However, there is no such thing as any ifs in this world, no one publicizes Yang Ming's merits, no one understands what he has done, only some malicious speculations are privately circulated in the market and there is not much noise, Yang Ming seems to have suddenly disappeared from this world.

But for Song Shuangshuang and others, the reason why they didn't open their mouths to prove anything for him was just because they just wanted him to live in the depths of their hearts forever, not in the mouths of others.

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Time continues to jump, when a rare and beautiful scene gathers on a certain green mountain in the Huaxia Continent, in the cold and bitter land of the extreme north, Yang Ming's lonely figure is still silently walking in the ice and snow, and in the past time, he still has not met anyone.

But it seems that his good fortune also ran out on this day......

This day was the third day that Yang Ming had not received enough food supplies, and when the sun was deflecting and he was about to relax, a sense of crisis out of instinct made him suddenly pull out the rough knife on his body and aim it behind him.

The moment he turned around, his heart fell like an ice cave.

Out of nowhere, out of nowhere, a pack of wolves in the Arctic is different from the steppe wolves, all of which have thick fur and more powerful limbs, and they are almost invincible on the ice field.

So when Yang Ming, a lonely creature, was discovered, the wolves were quickly and orderly distributed, and the howls of excitement rose one after another among the wolves, which was why they transmitted a unique combat signal.

Yang Ming bent down slightly, holding the knife in his hand and slashing forward, his mouth making a fierce sound at the same time, trying to scare off the wolves. However, it was all in vain, and the moment the leading snow wolf pounced on him, Yang Ming realized that he was powerless, but he still struggled to swing a knife————

"Shh

Yang Ming's heart was slightly happy, he realized that his blade had actually slashed the snow wolf, but the moment he pulled out the bloody blade, a cold wind with a fierce aura had already hit his face. The next moment, a "bang" sound exploded in his mind, and Yang Ming only felt that half of his face was almost shattered by the wolf's claws...... Blood was dripping down.

Smelling the breath of blood, the wolves boiled and howled, and almost without giving Yang Ming any respite, as many as dozens of snow wolf figures opened their fangs and claws at the same moment and pounced on the delicious prey in their eyes.

The breath of death came in an instant......