Autumn is over, and winter is not far away. While the students of the Academy of Abilities were still talking about the dean's grand wedding, the top secret room in the academy, which was located in the most mysterious and solid, was suddenly announced to be occupied one day. No one is allowed to disturb them.

As a result, the teachers and students of the academy began to discuss again: who wants to occupy the top secret room? Unfortunately, this is the highest secret of the academy, and no matter what the onlookers may speculate, the authorities will definitely reveal the slightest thing.

It's just that every night, a little careful person will find that there is always a man leading a group of guards to stand quietly outside the secret room. Without saying a word, without making any movements, he just stood there silently, not moving!

Without missing, love does not burn.

In fact, love to the end, burned to ashes. Inch by inch of ash are the ashes of joy, but also the ashes of pain.

When the wind rises, it is a flying butterfly, disturbing in the time of love. This butterfly, whichever branch it lands, that branch will hurt, and whichever flower it stops, that flower will hurt.

Then, even the branches are also deeply thought, and the flowers are also shallow. I miss it, it is ten miles of spring breeze, it is a thousand mountains and twilight snow, in the heart of the person I love, I go all four seasons.

In deep love, when you think about it the most, maybe the person you love is by your side and you will think about it. At that moment, the behavior is strange to absurd, the language is poor to the point of poor words, and all emotions are entangled in thinking, and they turn a thousand times for it. This is the most bizarre human emotional experience.

In the deep experience of love, there must be something called the soul. In that moment, it transcends the body, the heart, and the spirit, to embrace or monopolize the person you love.

"Brother-in-law," At this time, Ning Jixiao came over. Now, he's the boss of the academy. "Is my sister still cultivating inside?"

"Hmm-" Cheng Ziyang stared at the secret room as thick as an iron tower, and nodded in response to Ning Jixiao. "Her promotion this time is a bit sudden, I'm afraid it will take some time!"

"Oh!" Ning Jixiao also looked at the secret room. However, he was a little embarrassed to ask for help: "Brother-in-law, can you help me find an assistant?" There are many and complicated things in the college, and it is sometimes difficult for me to cope with them alone. ”

"I can't help with this!" Cheng Ziyang replied very clearly. "In Qilian, you are presumptuous enough to treat a puppet as a pleasure. The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so I can't say anything. ”

"But this Academy of Abilities is your sister's brainchild, and you can't do it arbitrarily. I'm sure that even if she comes out of it, she won't interfere in the affairs of the academy again. So, no matter how much you do, you have to take over for me. ”

"Hmm!" Ning Jixiao was a little frustrated, so he had to respond in such a low voice.

"Fourth," Cheng Ziyang had to remind. "Your sister is alone in the Chamber fighting for humanity. None of us can help her! But none of us can drag her down! Otherwise, I'll make him worse than dead!"

"Brother-in-law, I understand!" Ning Jixiao didn't dare to say anything more, gritted his teeth and left here.

At this time, it was late at night, and Cheng Ziyang was still silently staring at the secret room.

In fact, missing is to walk for a while, and I originally wanted to walk the time and space separated from each other to a very short time. Unexpectedly, it will be longer and longer, thousands of miles, and there is still frost hanging in the corner of time.

Straight to the point, I don't want to see the mountain, I just want to see you. Sitting alone with the window closed, I don't want to guard the loneliness, I just want to guard you.

To miss is to give up a heart, and there is a heart that is aching, chasing the loved one.

In this world, there are as many kinds of love as there are, and there will be as many kinds of missing.

In real life, no matter how rich it is, it's extremely simple; No matter how memorable it is, it is extremely similar. Human beings have united each other in love and in the desire for love, and all gaps have been bridged. I will not give you abundance because you are noble

Rich; It will not be because you are poor that it will not give you unforgettable memories.

The rich lady falls in love with the poor scholar, Quasimodo falls in love with Esmeralda, on the road of lovesickness, there will be no difference between rich and poor, beautiful and ugly, all of them are a trip to the wind, a trip to the rain, and a journey of wind and rain, all crying once, pain once, and a thousand turns. Let all the sincere emotions of human beings fade away, plain and white, and there is no hidden coat in sight.

"Chief, it's time for us to go!" The personnel in charge of the security work finally couldn't help but come forward to remind them. "Tomorrow, there's a lot of stuff waiting for you to review!"

"Hmm-" Cheng Ziyang reluctantly left this secret room that could accommodate Ning Xiao's cultivation.

In fact, in the greatest love letters, there must be the deepest thoughts.

Sometimes, it is separated from each other by a distant time and space, and the heart urges the heart, the heart urges the brain, the brain urges the hand, the hand urges the words, and the words urge the thoughts; Sometimes, just turn around and can't see, then the autumn water is long, look through the autumn water, look at the long sky, in the text, I want to look at it, and the autumn water is not endless.

No matter how long the love letter is, in fact, it only has the shortest word: love. No matter how lingering the love letter is, in fact, only the simplest two words are written: missing.

Love letters are a precious legacy of love. One day, when the person you love is old, the thoughts in the love letter will still make love as fresh as ever in the back of the time of the words.

You drag a thought, I pull a thought, no matter how long you go, no matter how far you go. Your thoughts blossom in my thoughts, and then, my thoughts, bear fruit in your thoughts. In the end, the years have taken apart a you, a me, and only one of yours thinks and one of my thoughts.

You see, the person who misses it has also written this into a poem.

Missing should be a poem, because love is originally poetic, because life is originally poetic.

At this moment, Ning Xiao in the secret room is also dissecting himself from soul to body, and then from body to soul.

In this world, there is a kind of spring that cannot be guarded. This is the spring of life.

Because the spring of life often has nothing to do with age, but is just a kind of awakening. Such an awakening is like a wild rose on a fence in a remote village, the flowers bloom brilliantly, but the image is only bright, simple, generous and quiet.

Don't think that the light, simplicity, generosity and tranquility of the image are easy to obtain, let alone that with a remote village, the purpose is inseparable. No. This kind of imagery is not a simple picture to speak.

To be able to form this image, you need a wooden hedge, wild roses, good sunshine, and a gravel path that winds out from under the fence, far away, far into the undulating hillside, where there is a dense coniferous forest, and where the forest is faintly scented with the scent of pine.

It's talking about people, it's talking about the spring of life, so this metaphor is to say: the spring of life, seamless, atmospheric, is the innate essence of heaven and earth and the acquired intention to sharpen and understand.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiao couldn't help but open his eyes. The sealing of the chamber is quite high. This leads to the fact that whether it is night or day, if there is no light in the secret room, it will be immersed in darkness forever.

But the ability level has reached Ning Xiao's level, and everything in the secret room is no different from day and darkness to her.

"Spring—" Ning Xiao muttered to himself.

In fact, in a more everyday way, the spring of life is a kind of sensibility.

There is an idiom called "less is not more", it can be seen that sensible needs to experience, experience takes time, and it takes a long time to experience, which is boiling. The meaning of this "boil" is equivalent to the "boil" of Chinese herbal medicine to make decoctions: torment. So it can be said that the image is tormented, the awakening is tormented, and the spring of life is tormented.

The mystery is, how much torment does it take? How long does it take? How long should it be? No one can tell. Just like the monk Fahai, who is so old that he has a lot of white beard, he still can't completely complete Buddhism, and likes to entangle the family marriage of the white lady and Xu Xian. The sixth ancestor Huineng, who lost his father at the age of 3, sold firewood as a child and adopted his mother, did not even know the words, and accidentally heard the Buddha's words, and the heart was enlightened.

Even appreciating works of art is like burning autumn, if a fire burns away the complexity brought by all the seasons, the fields in late autumn are exposed, and they are pure fields. This is the truth: a person can have connoisseurship experience and artistic standards, but he cannot take his own experience and standards as correctness itself, decency itself, virtue or even truth itself.

You are the goddess of justice in the divine realm! This is when Ning Xiao encounters those guys who are either gods or demons, or immortals or gods, he often unconsciously reveals these words. Although she was very disgusted, she was helpless. Because she knows very well in her heart: the word justice has long been engraved in her blood, and it is impossible to give it up.

So, how is it justice? Ning Xiao here had to ask himself. Suddenly, she realized that she couldn't give a complete answer for a while.

At this time, Ning Xiao felt that he had become a ruler. Within the permissible scale, any living being can do whatever it wants. However, beyond the impermissible scale, even if you are weak and pitiful, if you are extremely strong, if you are humble to the dust, if you are noble enough to be worshipped by the people, you must be ruthlessly destroyed.

Suddenly, she understood: the so-called justice, that is, never let yourself get into a predicament, only as a bystander. At the same time, you must also have a heart that is harder and colder than the 10,000-year-old ice.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiao couldn't help but laugh: Thinking back to the past, in order to make himself feel love, I don't know which god had to spend a lot of effort on this?

It was precisely this realization that Ning Xiao felt that his blocked weir mouth had finally poured out for thousands of miles, and the endless waves had begun to surge. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Last Days: The Fairy Wife Rampant Claw Book House" for free for the first time.