Sometimes I find myself like a dandelion, there is no home, always swaying with the wind, the wind blows, I don't know where I will fall, every stay, just a beautiful memory, always give my all to take root here, but I don't know that the place where Ni stayed has already blossomed, there is no place for himself, maybe the lifelong goal is just to find a home, but every time I am full of anticipation pierced all over the body, maybe I am just used to that sadness, in the windy days, let me flutter with the wind.

A love is too painful, maybe it's just a dream that I haven't forgotten, so I can't bear to wake up, I don't know if your love can bury my love for you.

When I woke up, you were right next to me, and I wish it wasn't a dream.

It's not that you can pretend to be a couple if you wear a couple's outfit, not to mention that not all lovers in the world can eventually become married.

I like your smile, my rainy day is shining by you, and I like that I am warm and delicate to be hugged by you.

You don't know how sad I was at certain moments. You don't know, waiting without a response is really tiring.

Twilight tells us that as long as the men are rich and handsome, those girls don't care if you're human or not.

The scariest thing is to tell her best friend the truth, while she tells it to others as a joke

The stories of the past always become memories, they hurt, they cry, they remember, and they always end in the end.

The thoughts that can't be forgotten are still in the middle of the night, still clear and comfortable under the hidden light of the moonlight, staging a story without an ending, the initial oath has no sound in the submersion of red dust, and the ending has no end under the whipping of the years.

I'm always drifting, there is no harbor and no course, but what I chase is always a tide, a wave of irony, I don't know what reason can keep me alive, what else can I pursue.

At this time, I feel that Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time, year after year, day after day, a gathering and a parting, a joy and a sadness, a couch and a bed, a dream in a lifetime.

Everyone will have a time of loneliness and missing someone. Those memories of the past are like flowing water, gone forever, leaving only thoughts and sorrows, let us experience. Some people say that memories are like flowers, but they always feel like poison, when they recall, their hearts are like knives, and they only know their charm after experiencing and experiencing...... At the end of the song, people scattered, and only fellow travelers understood.

Time never stops moving, even if we are hiding in a paradise without distractions. I still have to see spring flowers and autumn moons, and I have to experience birth, old age, sickness and death.

Life is just the time when a flower blooms. Death is just the moment when a leaf falls.

It is difficult to fulfill people's wishes in the world, and see how many times the bright moon is round. The years have long since changed the once tough face! However, there are too many people who are in love with each other, and I am just a grain of dust under the waves on the red dust road, and I can only rub shoulders with you for a short time!

You can't escape the humility of the world, I can't understand the cracks of time and space, you can't escape the shackles of family, I can't understand the mistakes of going against the grain, and finally, in the relay race, the distance between each other has been extended, leaving a lonely back.

How can I forget that sea-like past, life is not over, the pillar has fallen, two by two, each other with foam, the desolate evening breeze, blowing my heart to the ground, how can I not pick it up, the road is not finished, but the heart has reached the end of the world, the fog in the eyes is all your reflection.

It seems that there is an abyss ahead, but there is your smile to induce. I would not hesitate to jump in if you stopped weaving lies.

Looking back in the dust, let life be powerless, those green and youthful, just like that, with the pace of the years, go farther and farther, the old is the years, the never old is to see you Those engraved pictures, a memory is stranded in the memory, a relationship needs a lifetime to remember.

At this time, Ye Chen, the princess hugged. Holding Xia Shiliu in his arms, he came to the hall of the villa. Ye Chen, facing Lu Zijin and Wan Jiutian, immediately said: "Let's go first, the two of you, in Qingyun Sect, take care." I don't live in this villa, so I'll leave it to the two of you. ”

Then, immediately after, at this time, Ye Chen came to Mo Hong's side. Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen held Xia Shiliu in his arms. It's on the back of the red horse. Immediately after, finally, Ye Chen, turned around. Ye Chen, facing Mo Jianchen. Also, at this moment, Bai Lingling floating in the air. Immediately, Ye Chen continued to speak: "Mo Jianchen, Bai Lingling, let's go." ”

"Hey, hey. Okay, brother. Bai Lingling's pure white face showed a happy smile. The smile is sweet, but there is something cold about it. After all, Bai Lingling's appearance is like a ghost. Even if it is, Bai Lingling, no matter how happy he is, smiles happily. Bai Lingling, the feeling of laughing, giving people the feeling that it has to be so eerie and terrifying, that after people see it, their backs are cold.

Mo Jianchen kept silent. However, Mo Jianchen also followed. Originally, Ye Chen, when he left the villa hall. Wan Jiutian, he wanted Mo Jianchen to stay in Qingyun Sect with him. After all, it was not easy to enter the Qingyun Sect. If you really leave the Qingyun Sect with Ye Chen. Then, in the future, with Ye Chen, outside. So, it's really starting to be, helpless!

No matter how you put it, the Qingyun Sect is also a big gang. Wan Jiutian, Mo Jianchen, these people also didn't expect it. Just going out to kill the son of Leng Yue, Ye Chen actually chose to leave the Qingyun Sect. Such a decision is not too hasty.

Originally, Ye Chen thought that the sect master of the Qingyun Sect attached great importance to Ye Chen. However, Ye Chen, later found out that the sect master of the Qingyun Sect did not attach so much importance to himself. Perhaps, there are other people, the sect master of the Qingyun Sect, who is blowing some bad wind in his ears. Anyway, Ye Chen, that's okay. Ye Chen, even if he leaves the Qingyun Sect, he can still live a better life, and it is a matter of course.

Ye Chen always had a premonition. This kind of premonition is a very bad premonition. Ye Chen had a hunch that he would continue to stay in Qingyun Sect. Probably, it won't be long before I lose my life. This is an intuition, Ye Chen, this time, especially trusts his intuition.

In this way, a group of people came out of the villa. Xia Shiliu, at this moment, is sitting on the back of the magic red horse. Ye Chen, beside him, led the horse. Bai Lingling floated behind Ye Chen. And Mo Jianchen, then, followed closely.