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By the time Wu Ming woke up, it was already dawn. In my ears, I heard the "creaking" sound of the carriage crushing on the road, and the wheels rolled forward "on a wheel", as if it would never finish. He closed his eyes for a long time, but the familiar fragrance never drifted into his nose, and the cool and warm hands never touched his forehead.

He sat up, feeling dazed for a while, but what he touched in his hand was a jade pendant, which He Yi had given him, and a letter. He couldn't wait to open the letter, and a few lines of beautiful small words came into his eyes:

I don't know when it will be.

The clouds are miserable, and the sun is miserable.

Climb the Chongyuan to look at it from afar, and there are few dreams of the green court.

Thousands of miles of the mound is Xiao Xiaoxi, and the voice of the voice is chirping.

The subversion of the Chamber, the north of Hess.

The geese are returning to the group, and the gentleman's period is slim.

Feel the hesitation of the gentleman, and the shaking of the heart.

※※※ The thunder is strong and the wind is fierce.

Walking on the chariot of the speeding car, wading through the snow.

There is no trace of a gentleman, and my heart is broken.

※※※ Tonight, he is sunset, and he is forgotten.

Holding hands and sighing, weeping ripples and staining clothes.

This is the word of "Winter Silence", but He Yi has made a small modification. He grabbed the letter, his hands trembling, and the sound of glass shattering seemed to come from his chest.

He carefully folded the letter and put it on his chest with the jade pendant. As soon as the curtain was drawn, he had already slipped out of the carriage.

A cold wind whistled, and the face was painful. It was snowing outside, and the goose-feathered snow was falling down, covering up a qiē, and under the gray and dreary sky, the whole world turned silvery. The driver was a soldier of the Guards Battalion, and when he saw Wu Ming awake, he said happily: "My lord, you are awake." Wu Ming looked at him and just said, "Where are you now?" ”

The soldier of the Guards Battalion was stunned, as if he was dodging Wu Ming's gaze, turned around and concentrated on controlling the horse, but said softly: "It's already three days later, my lord, we are currently on our way back to Nanning." Wu Ming didn't care about him, and he was already on the roof of the car and looked behind him from the car.

The whole team slowly moved eastward in the heavy snow, and in the snow, a faint trace was dragged, and the goose-feather-like snow kept falling from the sky, and after a while, this trace was also obliterated without a trace.

"Xiaoyi!" Looking around, he shouted as hard as he could, but all that answered him was the monotonous whiteness of heaven and earth.

There is no road ahead.

There is no road behind either.

……

The first big volume, looking north, ends.

※※※ After writing it, more than 400,000 words, in exchange for a tragic less than 70,000 clicks, I feel very lost. I remember when I first opened the book, Summer Da replied to me with a sentence, which was very classic: "Write first." ”

At first, I was puzzled, but now that I look back, I finally have a little taste.

Yes, write it first, anyway, even if it's a garbage story, still write it desperately, although it's only a canopy, just practice it yourself.

I don't have much time on my own, I have to go to work, and I have my own family to take care of. So, naturally, you can't always break out or something.

Ask yourself,Compared with others,There's really no advantage,Yes,It's estimated that your work and life are quite stable.,Although there's not much time.,But as long as you keep changing.,I think it's going to get better.,I decided,For the time being, it's free.,Don't want to share anything.,Sign up.,There's no penny on the shelves.,Why bother to deceive yourself.,This maybe,It's also called "to your own strengths, to attack the other's shortcomings".。

Finally, collection, flowers have wood there? If you don't support it anymore, you really don't have the motivation to write it down.

Okay, not much nonsense, let's write it first.