This is the soul that will only exist at the age of a baby or a child, and you must know that the flower has a reblooming day, and no one is young.

When a glass of pure, unadulterated clear water, accidentally, there is a drop of black ink, falling in.

The originally clear water in the water cup will gradually become turbid because of this drop of black ink. Even if someone takes the same glass of water and pours it into it in the future, it will not change the fact that the water has already been tainted by ink.

When the black ink has spread, the whole glass of water can no longer be called clear water, it can no longer be a glass of water.

Black ink will be like a harmful substance in the human body and blood, and it will gradually spread throughout the whole body.

This is a very real problem, and not everyone is polluted in childhood or even in the process of growing up.

can find a corresponding way to purify themselves in the future life, and that stain will always be there.

That is the essence that cannot be changed no matter how much water the person adds to it, and if it is polluted, it is polluted.

All the water added later was just to dilute that drop of black ink, that drop of black ink that fell from the world.

But in life, how can there only be a drop of black ink? It was countless drops of black ink, falling from the sky like raindrops.

Ivan was like a man walking in the drizzle, and his glass of water had already darkened a lot.

He couldn't control the black ink falling from the sky, and Ivan could only protect the cup under his body and block it with his clothes.

But you must know the turbidity in life, how can it be easily resisted with just a piece of clothing? You must know that even if the water droplets are absorbed by the clothes, it can gradually spread out, pass through the clothes, and then fit to the person's body.

Perhaps the parties involved in this process will not notice that the ink is so small that it is not something that can be discovered casually.

But when people take off their clothes one night, they can still notice these things imprinted on their bodies.

Even if you want to wash them all with water, it is not an easy thing, and this is how people grow up.

It's not something that you can easily forget as long as you want to forget it, it's not an easy thing to do.

There are some muddy stains that will follow some people for a lifetime, and they will never be washed away, the stains of life.

It is undeniable that as everyone goes through this stage, their minds will gradually change, and everyone is the same.

At the same time, the soul will gradually begin to change from a small number of quantities to a gradual number of changes according to the various things that happen to the body.

Later, there are quantitative changes that people can't ignore, and in the end, it will lead to qualitative changes, which is a process.

This should be the meaning, Ivan knows that he has passed this stage, time is like rolling red dust, and there is no return.

It doesn't give people any respite at all, some people don't have time to think deeply, and some people don't even have time to turn back.

None of them had a chance to review what had happened before, so they were unceremoniously pushed forward by time.

You must know that when the soul is defiled by the world, it is impossible to return to its original state, like the glass of water.

At least Ivan has always believed in this, and he himself has experienced this process, which is unstoppable by everything.

After all, people will grow up, and individuals will grow up, but it's a pity that people will grow up, and people will grow up.

And these thoughts are all a summary of related issues that Ivan had generated at a certain time period before.

It doesn't mean anything, it should only mean that it was the idea at the time, and it can be said that these gradually became Ivan's stereotypes about soul-related issues. It's just an impression, it's just that all of this will eventually be broken by Ivan's self-perception again and again.

For a person, it seems that nothing is absolute except death, and many of the thoughts that arise can be changed.

It is precisely because it can be changed that Ivan never sees a certain thing as death, and he knows the helplessness of people in it.

And it is very likely to be influenced by emotions, which is very likely, and some even have corresponding prejudices because of this.

In many cases, it is a whim, a whim, and it does not decide anything, it can only mean that he is fleeting.

For example, now, the time period is pulled back to the day when Ivan and Yao Qiao met, and Ivan seems to have come to his senses at this time.

Originally, he only wanted to recall a bright place, a place that matched Yao Qiao's thoughts, and he would think of the top of the mountain. It is an undeniable fact that the sunset on the top of the hill is certainly not as good as the sun at noon.

But there are already a few periods of time when the level of light is bright, and in Ivan's impression, there are few places that can compare with it.

Ivan looked at Qiao Qiao in front of him, and when he just arrived at that memory, he felt like he had a long dream.

He didn't wake up until late at night from sunset, but it was all so real that Ivan felt it was within reach.

It seems that when he looked at Yao Qiao's eyes, he had forgotten where he was, and he was still in front of Yao Qiao.

I just think about whether I can enter the ocean of memory, and I only think about whether I can find something relevant. Thinking only about whether there was anything that would make Yao Qiao feel happy in the future, Ivan was full of these things and nothing else.

It was only in the end that Ivan realized that all this was just a memory, and even if it was so real, it was just a memory.

There was no truth at all, and even if these scenes were real before, Ivan didn't care.

Now that the memories have ended, and the place has been roughly recalled, there is nothing for me to keep dwelling on.

I replied to Yao Qiao before, just to share these things with her, I didn't have any other ideas, it was very simple.

Ivan looked at Qiao Qiao's sparkling eyes, as if she had already known what she was about to say in the future.

Ivan stared into Yao Qiao's eyes, why was he so fascinated by these eyes, did they seem to know each other?

Ivan looked at Yao Qiao's eyes quietly, and suddenly realized something, combined with what he had just thought of, what the storyteller had mentioned. Even just looking at the person in front of him, Ivan's instinct told him that he had now found the kind of person mentioned.

Ivan didn't just think it once, Yao Qiao's eyes were too clean and bright, and it could even be said that it was very pure.

It wasn't just out of compliment to Yao Qiao, and besides, he hadn't said these words yet, he just thought of this aspect.