Lin Xi:

I will never understand you, just as you don't know me.

My story is only to be told to you, is it sad? It is easiest to talk to you, because we have nothing to say.

The scorching sun scorched the asphalt, a rancid smell of the mind, so stinging.

It's been a long time since I looked up at the tall buildings, I didn't look up at the sky, I didn't look at the cities scattered under my feet, I felt that something was missing, just following the rules in the fog. I saw every stone, every fallen leaf and every footprint on the road, but I could never see the direction.

If you are confused, it is all true and false under the illusion, and you don't know how long, how far, and where to go. In mythology, there is a fool who goes by day, and I am him, walking and walking towards the place where the sun rises.

It binds me, or does it not need me!

Hike away from the concrete monsters, when you see the last building on the edge of the city, the last factory, the road in front is also blocked, the asphalt road has become a dirt road, only motorcycles can pass through, it's time to turn back, I don't know. My calf was sore, and then I saw the stairs stretching into the mountain, and I saw the mountain road paved with big rocks, and it didn't call me to go. It's just that I don't know whether to turn back or not, I just know that there is a road ahead, far, farther.

Pass the graveyard in the wilderness, three forks in the road, and go until you go to the right, where the sun rises.

Plum orchards, peach orchards, wild pine forests......

The periphery of the city is becoming more and more blurred, should we stop?

Five forks, paths, dirt roads two or three meters wide.

Exhausted, but I still didn't know whether to turn back, stepping on the cement ladder, it was already two hours, and now another hour has passed, and finally there is no way, there is no way out, and finally there is a reason for me to turn back.

The story is not over, and three hours later, the second fool returns to the city......

"Hey, where are you going" the pickup truck driver waved at me.

"It was a beautiful day"

"That's true"

"Where are you going?"

"Hunting, do you have a hunting ground?"

"Nope"

"From this side"

He handed me a cigarette and the car drove to the place where the sun was rising.

"You haven't smoked?"

My throat was so painful, but I still wanted to take a few more puffs, and I said:

"Naked through the pouring rain and scorching sun, but unable to withstand the stinging eyes."

He smiled and asked me if I was waiting for someone.

In the hot summer, the heart is covered with a vague layer of frost, through the window, a string of figures, stopping, patting the melting snow on the body, the eyes are blurred, busy, and the footprints point to different and unknown places.

Each has its own way, I don't know you, come in a hurry, go in a hurry, you don't know me, don't pay attention, too much is the afterglow, noticed, that's beautiful. At the next stop, the heart hanging on the street lamp went further.

The memory is eternal, one day, across the river with white plastic bags, I saw poetry and distance on the other side of the bridge? Maybe you've seen it all, hey, it's a little bit time, that's the next stop you're going to. It's more real than a dream, nonsense, the dream is the most real, which one is fake?

You smiled at me on the bridge, I shouldn't be lost under normal circumstances, but there is no boat to cross, so I can only be lost.

That most beautiful memory is like a dream crushed by Kangqiao in the floating algae, and it will not be given to you or others.

The water drips of time – one to three, three to one, self-hypnosis.

The whistle wind and snow obscured the sky

Rose heating is one in a hundred

Whether it is in a storm or not

I feel red

Forgot about choosing roses

Facing the sea

Whether it is under the error or not

I met a red rose

It's so beautiful

Chose to forget the storm

Sunset Golden Island coconut shells

Red as a tide

Red as February

meet

Just like that red

Click-Click-Step, you say you're not going to stop for me, forward, forward......

Noon on May 2

Love your people book

My beloved one, Eve:

I remember the first time I dreamed that you were on September 3, 2010, which was a special day and one that I will never forget.

Brushing away the dust of memory, there is no whitest and kindest person than you, and when I look at you, you are catching a little teardrop with your fingertips, and then put it in a cup and cover it tightly. You say it's the tears of angels, and one day, you're going to pour it into the sea and keep it forever.

It's as if no one in the whole world knows about your existence except me, because you are the only girl in my dreams, and if I lose you, my life will turn gray and my soul will wither. It's as if I didn't have it at all, because I only had a dream once, and I met you only once, in a dream.

I gave you a name, Lin Xi, that is, me, no, our dream.

I'm afraid to forget you, forget what you look like, wouldn't it be selfish? No matter what the name you take, you are still you, and you are still the one I love in my dreams, so the name represents the daily and nightly thoughts I have had for you for seven years.

Yes, it's been seven years, and we haven't met, but this is the first time I've written to you, and where to send a letter without an address or stamp.

Familiar and strange you, one day, we will meet, at that time, we may pass by a thousand times, I don't know you, just as there is no me in your world. Suddenly, we turned back to each other, although we couldn't remember your name, but we all boldly said, where have we seen your name?

I wrote a poem:

A piece of dead wood

Not so

You are stepping on the Nine Heavens

Bearish body

Even if you run through a soothing stream

I don't know

Here are the rounds

Symphony of ash and color

Just silence

Picking in powerlessness and perfection

Faded flowers

Another round of cowardice and bravery

You were born of boulders

The curtain is over

Even if it is weaker than majestic

You don't understand

I don't understand either

Pleading for love in the modern age, it's like you're in heaven and I'm in hell, unable to show true nobility or dirtiness, and I happen to be alone.

In fact, we know in our hearts that it is hard to say how much we love you.

I'm glad that your name can be written on the envelope and letterhead: Lin Xi.

I've been waiting for you, you know what.

On the night of May 1st

My name is Dream, and it's the same as your name.

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Di Xiaoshu, Di Renjie, Di Xiaomiao

Di Renjie, the madman drunkard father, talks nonsense every day, everyone has a spiritual space, after opening, the eyes are half-open and half-closed, you can see ghosts, the space accumulates spiritual power, and can store foreign objects. However, one day later, Di Xiaoshu came home to find that his house was in a mess and his father was missing. His father was the garrison of the teleportation array. Psychic garrison, considering whether it has garrison, can be inherited, but Di Xiaoshu has the darkness of the dark five spirit roots, and his father wants to forcibly pass on the spirit root of the wind to him, and then this matter is known, and a strange uncle came to test the small tree, and then pierced it, and also sealed the double spirit root of the small tree. As a result, Xiaoshu's IQ is low and his score is at the bottom.

The wind is the weakest, but the most agile.

Thunder, power, domineering.

Light, purity, supreme brilliance, most likely to become a god, the gateway to the divine realm.

Dark, dark devouring system, banned by the main god.

Ice, the penetrating and osmotic systems, corresponds to the five elements of water.

Dual space, one devouring evil energy, outside, one absorbing aura, inside.

Twin spiritual realm space, one black and one white, black absorbs ghosts, one white holds spiritual power, and the eyes are of different colors.

Organizational Focal Points: Wonderful places all over the world. Opened through the Rune Enchantment, each garrison has a garrison space.

Organization:Psychic Association,Main God Association,Human Mystery Investigation Organization.。。

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"Don't get into someone else's realm lightly! Otherwise, you will become a puppet at the mercy of will, until you are squeezed dry into worthless waste! ”