"Okay, okay!" Erha, how dare you slack off. After all, Ye Chen has been split into this appearance. Erha, as Ye Chen's good brother, how could he not worry about Ye Chen. It is for this reason that Erha went to boil water at a very fast speed.

Suddenly, at this moment, at this time, Bai Lingling, in his heart, secretly thought alone, respect brother, respect brother. Can you, don't let me worry about you. Respect for my brother, respect for my brother. Why, even in this valley, you don't want to spend a little more time with me? Respect for my brother, respect for my brother. Is cultivation really that important? Respect for my brother, respect for my brother. Is it really that important to cultivate to a level?

Bai Lingling, those doubts in his heart. Perhaps, Ye Chen, after knowing it, can give Bai Lingling the answer. However, it is a pity that at the same time, at this moment, Ye Chen at this time has fallen into a state of complete coma.

Suddenly, Bai Lingling straightened Ye Chen's body. Then, at this time, Bai Lingling stood up and looked at the valley full of Nine Immortal Lingzhi.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. A grievance that has not changed for thousands of years has written about centuries of regret. A memory that is older than history and more eternal than time, unloads the regrets that were missed in the past life, and leaves the unchanging love for the future generations.

I always like to miss, I always like to write lightly the dreamlike thoughts in the depths of my soul, I miss the past, the past is called memory, the memory that cannot be forgotten, we call it eternal.

Love to the depths, covered with water is difficult to collect, love to the depths of nowhere to eliminate sorrow, so to escape from the past, trapped in the sorrow of the passing years, can not forget and linger, and regard it as an eternity. I remember that you once leaned lightly under my umbrella, and for a moment, you phantomed my past and present lives.

It's just that, in the same season, without you by my side, I forgot to play an umbrella. That scene became an eternal landscape.

Knock on the doorlink of memory, looking for the wandering soul lost in the dream. The light evening breeze swayed the sadness that never disappeared in the memory hands. In this dreamlike season, who is still thinking lightly? The broken shadow cut by the north wind, who is persistently looking forward to it?

The light smoke is ethereal, the fresh water is microwaved, I struggle between the real and the unreal, hovering on the edge of dreaming and waking. The hand of time, but forever, binds me to a distant land. The wandering alone, the feelings that drift with the flow, the tireless journey, these are the thoughts that the god of fate has attached to me. It's just that I forgot to cherish it.

Once suddenly jumped out of bed in the middle of the night when I didn't feel sleepy, and wrote down a sentence with some annoyance: You are my most beloved baggage. It's just that I never thought that this burden was really tiring to carry.

Once in the beautiful dusk of the night, I told myself, those are the most real is the last nostalgia, I like to hike alone, like to get lost in a tireless journey, and when I reach the end, I suddenly look back, and what catches my eye is not the lights or the mountains, but the ethereal figure of you in the dream.

I always like to spend time with pen and paper, and I always like to write down a self-deceptive sentence: I thought I could be good. Tears swirled in my eyes whenever I wrote this, but I couldn't tell if I was laughing or crying.

Sometimes, when the love is deep and there is nowhere to dispel sorrow, I will become expressionless and speechless. It turns out that a person can be sad to have no emotions, no words, it is you, let me know, it turns out, the limit of sadness is not heartache, but speechlessness.

What are you writing about for no reason? Do you know from afar, it's me thinking about you again, I'm really thinking about you, I can't deceive my heart. Because I'm tired of making a fool of myself.

If life is only as I first saw, what I can remember is the original you, but you don't remember, there is an original me who always remembers the former you, perhaps, it is you who have passed through the years, pierced my long-sealed heart, polished the sorrow I had forgotten, phantomed my already slim hope, and left behind the deep and shallow fate you gave me.

The passing years scratched my painful youth, and the first time I saw the misalignment, it was an endgame that could not be repaid after all.

The promise I once made became a child's play in a blink of an eye, if I can only accompany you here in this life, I'm sorry, and I will continue in the next life.

However, despite countless attempts to convince myself, I can't help but want to ask: I want to know, are you really doing well? Then, silently pray, I hope you are well.

At this moment, my heart hurts like a thousand arrows piercing my heart, and I miss you. The years of light and shallow forgetting, the heart that loves you is deeply and far hurt, the love for you is thick and heavy and scattered, love does not dare to love, want to hate can not hate, this kind of suffering, who can understand?

A touch of heartless tears, looking at the end of the world.

A sad song, singing about the past and present lives.

In this melancholy season, pick up the evening fragrance of a period of time, quietly write your past, and quietly write my sadness.

In the end, I realized that those things that I thought were the most true and the most worthy of possession were the ones that hurt me the most and hurt me the most. And those who are the most genuine are the last to be missed.

"Bai Lingling, the water has been boiled. Bai Lingling, the water has been boiled to half a pot. Bai Lingling, you can put the small leaves directly into the pot. "At the time of Bai Lingling, when he fell into contemplation. Erha's voice directly woke up Bai Lingling, who was in deep thought.

"Erha, don't be busy!" Bai Lingling, who was directly woken up by Erha's voice, exclaimed directly. After all, inside the pot, although it has been boiled, only half a pot of hot water remains. However, it has not yet been put in half a pot of cold water.

Bai Lingling, however, feels very sorry for his respected brother. Bai Lingling, how could he throw his venerable brother directly into the hot water. After all, Bai Lingling, it would be very distressing.

"Don't be busy? What's not busy? Busy with what? What's busy? Why, don't be busy? Don't be busy, why?" Suddenly, Erha, hugged Ye Chen, who was lying down on the ground. Immediately, Erha went directly to Bai Lingling, throwing away many questions.

"Erha, you haven't put half a pot of cold water in your pot yet. After half a pot of cold water is put in, Brother Zun is put into the pot and soaked. Then, at this time, Bai Lingling, looking at Erha, continued.

However, Bai Lingling's voice did not fall. Erha, he had already thrown Ye Chen directly into the half pot of hot water boiling the Nine Immortals Lingzhi.

All I heard was "Whoosh! This sound was the sound of Ye Chen flying extremely fast in the air.