Wang Dalong's words kept echoing in Ye Chen's mind. Ye Chen, at this moment, was completely desperate. Ye Chen felt that what he was working hard for.

Yan Hanyu was the pain in Ye Chen's heart. In the depths of Ye Chen's heart, it hurts at this moment. Ye Chen, on the way back to Xiaobai City, he almost fell from the air several times.

This situation can be recalled, but it was ignored at the time.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely souls have nowhere to talk about desolation, even if they meet should not know, dusty, sideburns like frost.

Returning home in a dream at night, Xiaoxuan window, dressing, looking at each other without words, only tears. It is expected that the bright moonlit night of the intestine will be broken every year, and the short Matsuoka will be short.

I thought that the bird could not fly over the sea, but I thought that the bird did not have the courage to fly through the sea, and ten years later I found that it was not that the bird could not fly over, but that the end of the sea had long been gone.

The years are like a river, the left bank is the unforgettable memory, the right bank is the youth worth grasping, and the middle is flowing fast, which is the faint sadness of youth. There are many beautiful things in the world, but there are not many that truly belong to you. Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, the honor and disgrace are not shocked, looking at the clouds in the sky, and there is no intention to stay. In this chaotic world, it is also a state of mind to be able to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart.

The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the soul is unbearable to look back on. When I wake up from a dream, I can't love it, and the past can't be swept away like smoke. is also virtual and real, love and hate, and the leaves fall silently and the flowers harm themselves. It's just that the search is seeking, cold, miserable and miserable. But helplessly, the days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless.

Nothing in the world can last forever. If it flows, it flows away; If it exists, it dries up; If it grows, it slowly withers.

Love is care, love is dedication, it is the pain of longing, it is the sweetness of memories, it is inseparable, and it is the expectation of trembling in the morning and dusk. Do you remember it? How long is the smoke in the past? Turn my thoughts into mountains, flowers blooming all over the valleys, blooming all over the hills, full of your sideburns, and the courtyard secretly sends you how much hope, time stops its footsteps, let us relive the past; How I hope to be with you and talk about the love between you and me.

Some people will always be engraved in their memories, even if they forget her voice, forget her smile, forget her face, but the feeling when they think of her will never change.

If we were all children, we could stay in the same place as we were, sit together and listen to stories that never grow old while slowly learning about it.

Forgetting is our unchangeable fate, everything is like a drawing without alignment, everything in the past cannot go back to the past, so it slowly extends little by little, staggered, maybe the things that are staggered, we should really forget.

I don't like to talk but I say the most every day, I don't like to laugh but I always laugh, everyone around me says that my life is so happy, so I think I'm really happy. But why do I suddenly fall silent in the middle of a large group of friends, why do I feel sad to see a similar back in the crowd, why do I forget to speak when I see the trees frantically dropping their leaves in autumn, why do I forget my original direction when I see the warm yellow lights on the road getting late?

I didn't know when I died, gazing at the sky so desolate, and the mournful cry of the snowbird, slanting away from the sky, I saw your face appear above the blue sky, and I laughed, because I saw you, happy as a child who didn't grow up.

Love is a person's business, a person's duty has no return, a person's warmth and coldness are self-aware, and a person's old age has nothing to do with anything else.

Memories are like water poured into the palm of your hand, whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean from your fingers, drop by drop.

The night is full of sadness, and I am hurt alone, but how many people can see it? The moonlight cries about the coldness of the sky, sleeping alone with me, how many people can understand? Who can understand the helplessness of no one to speak and be depressed and sad?

Young children are simple and ignorant angels, so kind that people can pity them. He will learn to put his head high so that the tears in his eyes will not fall, and even though he is hurt, he will turn around and smile and tell you: I am fine, really good.

How many winds and rains, how many laughs and tears, how many rights and wrongs, how many sweets and bitters have been tasted. You are silent, and you use silence as an excuse for refusal; I giggled, and I used giggles as a reason to give up. There are some things that you don't say, you won't understand when you say them; There are some things that don't need to be thought about, and I will still be sad when I think about them. It's not sad to remember the past, it's not desperate to know to look back, please take all my memories with you.

Sometimes, I feel inexplicably uncomfortable, but I don't know why. Sometimes, when I talk and laugh with the people around me, I feel very lonely and lonely. Sometimes, quietly looking out the window, I feel like a person who is easily forgotten. Sometimes, I feel that the world is really fake and hypocritical. Sometimes, I want to disappear from this world.

Some people can only be passers-by. Some things can only be remembered. After all, I can't escape those memories, I can't forget that person, and I can't change the role of a one-man show. Year after year passed, contemplating and reminiscing, looking back on the past, the scars of longing became deeper and deeper. Years ago, years later, everything is gone.

That night, Ye Chen flew above the sky, heartbroken.

Yan Hanyu will always be a pain in Ye Chen's heart!

Ye Chen rushed back to Xiaobai City from Xixiang City in three days. Ye Chen, in the past three days, has figured out everything. Ye Chen felt that after returning to Little White City, he directly led the Bloodthirsty Legion towards Cold Moon City. Destroy all the vampires in Cold Moon City first, and then rush to Mocheng and bring Forrest Gump, Wang Bing, Li Hao, Bu Jiangtao, these members of the Bloodthirsty Red Face Guild.

Ye Chen wants to establish a bloodthirsty dynasty, and Ye Chen wants to return to the top. Otherwise, Ye Chen wouldn't have the face to say that he loves Yan Hanyu. Ye Chen has the Linglong Pagoda as a helper. It would not be a problem at all for the people around Ye Chen to raise their cultivation level as quickly as Ye Chen had before.

Rise up, Ye Chen. Rise up, Ye Chen!

Three days later, Ye Chen returned to the sky above Xiaobai City!