The clouds of the early morning obscured a little of the brilliance, and the breeze containing the fragrance of flowers blew quietly and curled up the ends of the hair

Zhong San's feet staggered to the mouth of the alley, and he saw the golden lipe kite standing a few steps away.

"You...... Are you waiting for me? ”

The golden cite clasped his hands in front of him, full of unhappy looks, and rolled his eyes, "Nonsense, otherwise what am I doing standing here, basking in the morning?" ”

He frowned tightly and looked up and down, "What are you doing here?" As for the old tired all night? You don't look like you're alive anymore. ”

Zhong Sannian floated to the other party, and naturally hung on the arm of the golden libie, relying on his own strength.

"I cleared the accounts for the night yesterday, sorted out the account books of more than 2,000 years, and magically realized that the passage of time is true... of fast. ”

The golden cite raised her eyebrows, "Okay, I don't care what the word you swallowed just now is." Be careful about these things in the future. ”

"Huh?" Zhong Sansan turned his head to look at him in some surprise.

Seeing such a look, the golden purple kite frowned tightly, and scolded her with a little disgust.

"Why didn't you see my thoughtful and caring look?"

Zhong Sannian said in a trance: "I just think that you persuade me to be careful, I always feel a sense of disobedience that has broken through the dimension." ”

Golden Purple Kite sneered, "You are sarcastic on the side, I usually don't do things accurately, because I think about what I do." ”

He stretched out his hand and nodded the other party's forehead and said fiercely, "I do things a little bit very well, and I myself have a certain ability to keep my own good, and you, you ran to his place to work, and you don't go home at night, do you know what I think in my heart?" ”

Facing Zhong Sansan's confused and somewhat fluttering eyes, the golden vine kite went up and pointed again.

"I waited here every day after dark, thinking that I was going to smell blood, so I rushed in and didn't care what it was, I had to kill him until it was dark, but I was afraid, what would happen if I really smelled blood."

Zhong Sannian slowly stretched a trace of tenderness between his eyebrows, and hugged each other tightly with his hands open.

The face clenched the limp shoulders.

"Thank you."

There were a few strands of pale red blood on the cheeks of the golden libie, and the beautiful glass eyes were turning back and forth, but they were a little dazed.

"Thank you, thank you, you guy just said it nicely."

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

The golden clay couldn't wait for the sound of the echo, and lowered her head to look at the person nestled on her shoulder, her eyes were tightly aligned, her breathing was steady and heavy, and her brows were slowly relaxed, relaxed and natural.

He let out a leisurely breath and ran with his hand across his other's knees.

"Really, how did you provoke such a statue, if it was someone else, I would have helped you to do such a job, but I met such a person, I really have no bottom myself, if it is really torn up, you fragile mortal has already turned to ashes, where can I see what the result is."

The golden cite had a rare dull voice a few times, and in this low flow of throat, some distressed picked up the other party, turned around and walked back to the route.

And at the end of the alley, a dark shadow closed a crack in the door.

"Zhong three years! Zhong three years! ”

Who?

What people!

Who's calling me?

Knowing the smell of the grass after the rain, the rain is around, and the rain hits the petals, bringing a little cold fragrance.

Zhong Sannian stood unintuitively in the midst of a patch of twisted woods, stepping on an open meadow under his feet.

I can't perceive my own existence, but I can feel where I am, and it's hard to knock on the shattered and dim scene around me, but I just look straight ahead.

In all directions, like the ancient fan, a dull voice sounded, slowly ticking his name.

Zhong Sansan, for some reason, pulled his legs and ran forward, running forward quickly, breaking through the detouring vines and crushing the boring branches.

I don't know what it's for, but I remember in my mind that I want to run forward, I don't know what the goal is, but I am also desperate to move forward, it seems that ahead is the dawn of life, the pursuit of a lifetime, and the expectation of my own survival.

She ran forward quickly, reaching a wood, and as the empty meadow vanished, the intersecting branches sharply streaked across her.

The emerald green clothes were tightly wrapped, but under the cutting of the branches, they quickly turned into shatters, and a little red blood flowed down the wound, but it was difficult to feel any pain.

I don't know what angle I am standing on, I can see the wounds on my body, I can even see it quickly gliding, the vitality of the skin is flowing in it, the blood is soaked all over the body along the wound, and the group in green is already mottled and embarrassed.

Zhong ran forward like crazy in the third year.

His head hit the branch that was lying on the side of the road, but he didn't know how to dodge at all, but he just climbed forward, even if he fell, he got up quickly, and he grabbed the dry branch in his hand and moved forward.

For what, exactly? Even I don't know what the purpose of running forward is.

But there was no way to stop and stop, so he could only quickly open his feet, trying to avoid the obstacles under his feet, but he was tripped step by step.

Stepping into the dirt, I never saw the shadow of my shoes, but I was trapped in the mud step by step when I walked quickly.

His hand clung to the lines of the trunk, his nails already embedded in the edge of the wood, but he pulled himself out of the dirt and crawled forward again.

Why?

I asked myself countless times, but I couldn't find any reason.

Zhong Sannian is just in front of him, no matter how much suffering he has passed, he has to run forward, looking for a love in his heart.

His hand grasped the vine tightly, and he pulled himself forward, and the vine had tiny thorns on it, but as soon as he grabbed it, blood flowed sideways, and the thorns bubbled out.

I just wanted to drag the weight of the whole person, and at that moment, how many stabs were broken in my palm, but I didn't seem to feel the pain at all.

"No, stop, just stop and rest for a while, okay?"

Zhong Nian shouted loudly, but he burst his throat, felt the vibration of his throat, felt the pain of tearing his vocal cords, but he couldn't hear any sound, and he didn't feel his voice squeezing out of his throat.

The sore throat is a little uncomfortable, but the scars on the body are difficult to reflect in my feelings, like a phantom but real embodiment of my side.

The eyes can clearly see the traces of those wounds, and even the same in the heart is twitching, but it is difficult to understand the suffering on the body, and just want to move forward quickly.

It's hard to say what kind of thought it's for, and even I don't know what it's for.

It's such a scar, I really found the love in my heart, what else can I do, I'm afraid that I have already walked to the final chapter of my life at a glance, what is worth it?

The nails were digging into the dirt, and there was no way to bend the wood around them to support them forward, so they could only crawl in the mud that was already a little rotten.

Occasionally, a few pieces of wood lay across it, thinking that it could have some support, but it was actually fragile, and as soon as the hand touched it, it was the sludge that turned into before the training.

You can only quickly churn in it, so as not to fall into the quagmire.

Zhong Sannian wanted to look at his arm, he was already stuck in the quagmire, and he wanted to climb out and continue to move forward, every movement was extremely laborious, almost devouring his whole person.

And as long as you change your goal a little, as long as you don't continue to move forward, there is dry ground and huge trees, and it is also great to support yourself and take a breath.

It's just that he is still moving forward, constantly fighting, reversing any command to withdraw, constantly climbing forward, regardless of the injuries on his body, he has already progressed into the dirt.

If you can feel the pain now, it must be terrible. ’

Zhong San was in a trance and looked at the mud on his palms, and the slight scars that had been torn out had already been tightly filled with mud.

Where else can you tell that this is your own hand?

In a trance, I remembered that when I was a child, the cold winter wax moon, the cold weather fluttered snowflakes, white like elves, my mother told me to go outside to bread a ball of snow back, and melted the snow water with her hands to make tea.

The cold snowflakes are difficult to melt at the temperature of the palm, and the joints on the hands seem to have long been separated, and the lines between the skin exude the separation of cells, and the whole hand is red, cold and painful.

Zhong Sansan only felt that it was the most uncomfortable time at that time, and his mother had been sitting by and watching him, and turned a large pot of snowflakes into water with her hands.

It's just that today's air pollution is a bit terrible, and the wind and clouds of the ancients from there can be used to make tea with snow.

The melted water is abrupt, earthy with a yellowish tinge, and it is obvious that it cannot be eaten.

I still remember the fear in my heart at that time, and I kept shivering, for fear of bringing some quarrels and scolding.

The cold water poured down from his head, and his bones shivered in the cold.

Zhong Sannian thought it was compared.

The pain in both cases is probably about the same.

It's all hurt to my bones, I can't even see the sweat, I can't even resist, I can only feel the pain by myself, and it's hard to feel it even by myself.