I didn't sleep all night, and I was packing my bags. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The so-called luggage is nothing more than a box, a sword.

Compared with the beginning, when I came out of Shuikou Village, it was even worse, and it was so simple that it was outrageous.

Glancing carefully, this clean, neat, pink, full of warmth wooden house, in my heart, a wisp of amazement, spontaneously.

On the wooden table, neatly placed was a stack of banknotes, which was half of my entire net worth.

Those who eat and live in other people's houses must always express something, but this life-saving grace will be left for later.

The rural credit card, which I once cherished very much, has long been thrown into the Mandarin Duck Lake.

After coming out of Shuikou Village, I am going to travel far for the second time, the first time is for the fantasy woman, and this time, it is for Ruolan.

On the wooden table, the hand-copied version of "The Law of Warding Off Evil Spirits" took me more than two hours to copy.

"If you feel unwell, don't continue to cultivate" is twelve big characters, occupying the entire front page. I hope that this girl is full of character and can cultivate to "shine".

Thinking of the incomparably beautiful Haiqing, as well as her collapsing voice, as well as the ghostly watermelon head, the waves, made my heart warm for a while, and there was a faint smile on the corner of my mouth.

There is no word message, I believe that she can understand what I mean. No matter if Ruolan, or Haiqing's grandfather, the mysterious zero, I will go all out to find it, even if I am lonely, but I have a firm heart and a lifetime of time!

For these incomparably precious relatives in my heart, I can burn everything I have.

Gently, he inserted the evil sword back into the holster on his back, picked up the large, but very light suitcase, glanced at it again with great nostalgia, turned around and went out.

The scenery of the lake and the mountains, the secluded wooden houses, this is the life I desperately desire, but here

No, Ruolan!

Standing in front of the wooden house, I looked at the portrait of Ruolan on an A4 piece of paper in my hand, and smiled bitterly.

Carefully put the portrait away and wipe the moisture from the corners of the eyes.

Take firm steps and move forward.

The rhythmic footsteps, long and calm, in this town that has not yet awakened, remains, a string of beautiful and dry notes.

Do your own business, do it yourself, why bother, drag others down?

Goodbye, town. Goodbye, you guys!

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In the next three months, I traveled to almost all corners of the four provinces in North China. When you are thirsty, find some water to drink, when you are hungry, take a bite of cold and hard steamed buns, and when you are tired, find a random place, take a rest, sleepy, find a leeward gala, and take a nap on the cat.

Buses, buses, legs, became my main mode of travel.

Suffer from the eyes of the world, taste the warmth and coldness of the world.

The "milk shell" brand suit was worn out one after another, and the sadness and depression in my heart made me physically and mentally exhausted.

Constantly searching, blindly searching, what supports me is a firm belief, bits and pieces when I get along with Ruolan, full of warm memories.

When you don't get it, you want to get it. Once you get it, you lose it instantly.

During the day, with heavy steps, there were many people, where to go, carrying portraits, and asking around.

At night, nibbling on steamed buns, where there are sparsely populated, where to drill.

In order to save money, I had to mobilize the five ghosts at night to help me find food.

The five ghosts, who have been aggrieved for more than half a year, naturally want to rebel as soon as they come out, but under the suppression of my evil sword, their resistance is undoubtedly ridiculous!

I feel that my personality is completely split.

The mood during the day is extremely complicated, full of despair of anticipation, and it is increasingly depressed in my heart.

The mood of the night is simple and empty, even a little excited. The communication with the Big Dipper is getting smoother and smoother, more and more natural, and there is no more before, star power is star power, I am me, that jerky feeling. Sometimes, I even feel that I am the star, and the star is me.

The method of warding off evil spirits is progressing every day, and the golden light formed by the true qi of warding off evil spirits is becoming more and more dazzling.

However, this is not what I want from the bottom of my heart.

It's just a habit of more than 30 years.

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Dusk, valley, beside the stream

The clear stream clearly reflects my face.

The pale cheeks have not been stained with the years, how many traces, the skin is still pale, but the black hair is becoming more and more mottled, and the sideburns are gradually showing gray traces.

The subtle lines at the corners of the eyes show the years of conviction, but the eyes are still deep and bright, revealing the vicissitudes of life under the cover of the eyebrows.

Carefully in the stream, wash the last set of "milk shell" brand set, wash it, and dry it on the boulder in the middle of the stream. Although there are a few holes in the suit, and many places have begun to fade, this last set of clothes, which is still in good condition, is undoubtedly something I cherish very much.

He took out a sharpened ring knife, carefully looked at the reflection in the stream, shaved his beard, and trimmed his messy hair. Wisps of white flowers, scattered everywhere, accompanied by the breeze, accompanied by the stream, slowly drifted away.

In order to make it easier to walk in the crowd and find out the news, I had to dress myself up like a normal person. Even if you are a little shabby, even if you are a little down, you can communicate with people normally, so that you will not be treated as a neuropath, and stay away.

Touching the smooth chin, carefully washing and putting it away, the handle of the knife has turned into a rag strip.

Looking at the stream, the face that was still twenty-seven or eighteen years old, smiled bitterly, and said softly, Ruolan, where are you!?

The clear stream, meandering away, from time to time there are a few small fish passing by, making the stream a little more vibrant.

It's not the body that's tired, it's the heart.

Lying on the cold and hard stone slab, looking at the sky cleanly and slippery, and the dense clouds, it seems that the first snow in early winter is about to fall!

The sky seemed to spin, and the clouds were getting lower and lower, and I closed my eyes gently.

Around, the fish are gone, the birds are gone, the insects and ants are moving, and it seems that they are not happy to approach me.

A, a feeling of loneliness, loneliness, filled the heart.

"The mood is ethereal, connected to the starry sky, all things are innocent, and there is a spirit in heaven."

Sadness, this world is clutched.

Pity, the sorrow of the world.

I've never had a birthday, and I remember my grandfather saying, "Birthday, there's no need to celebrate, it's just that from the Netherworld to another hell, what's there to celebrate?" What's the coke?

If I'm not mistaken, this year, thirty-five years, is the day I was born!

However, even fish, birds, insects and ants are unwilling to accompany me, it seems that grandpa's words are right.

What is there to celebrate?

What's the coke?