With the unique humanized laughter of the old man, which is different from his generation, in fact, he is regarded as a fairy and wants to be old, and feels that this laughter has the long coldness of the years, and there is a sense of distance from the "old acquaintance" who has not been seen for a long time, on the one hand, he agrees with this familiar relationship in the past, and on the other hand, he refuses to be too close to him unilaterally. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This kind of state of mind that appears in the human psyche is not a very ordinary state of mind, after all, human beings rarely die at the same time, and they do not cherish it very much when they are alive, and most of them will cook wine in front of the grave to drown their sorrows after they die.

This old man who has been like this since 20 years ago, who founded the Great Light Sect in the middle of the last century, and single-handedly raised Wang Siyu, a fierce and hypocritical hero, what purposeful goal is hidden behind it, or what he has been pursuing!

I want to ask, when did he start to know Lin Xie, you haven't had time to go out in the past 20 years, is it possible that you have sympathy in your previous life?

This is unreasonable, no matter what, there is only one life, and if you die, you may go to another world dimension to erase the regeneration of past memories, but there is definitely only one life on the earth.

"You and Siyu have a word." Se Lao seemed to be in a good mood, sat down in the darkness again, turned his back to himself, and his voice returned to the feeling of being faint from the abyss: "Wait for the first snow to ask the man surnamed Lin again." ”

"Hmm......" The old man answered silently, his mind was still mushy, and he felt that he had to listen, but he was unreasonable.

"Don't they have a good relationship?"

"They must have a bad relationship."

The house seemed spotless from the start, but dust is everywhere in this city.

If the old man pushes open the door, if the eyes can see the particles finely, then he will definitely be able to see that the dust that was excited and jumping is fluttered into the air, and with the power of the old man to close the door, there will be at least a few thousand grains into the house, so that the room will have more smoke, and the sedentary old man will be stained with a thin robe.

But the dust eventually touched the "barrier", like sliding straight from a glass to the ground, declaring that this is inhuman territory.

Julie stepped barefoot on the floor, and the coldness of the ground made his tired neck and sore legs relax slightly.

She had a thin layer of sweat on her body and a seductive smell mixed with fresh perfume, but no one could smell it.

Opening the refrigerator, filled with rows of mineral water of unknown manufacturers, she took a sip, then raised it to the top of her head, from top to bottom, and began to pour, letting the water slowly slide into the tips of her hair, wisps sliding to her back, brushing her hips, letting the water stimulate her body, and let her soul dance with the coldness.

She was holding back comfortable babbling, even at home, and she couldn't help herself from revealing her heart.

Self-torture and abuse are full of young people in this era, who believe that it is a mature social state that they can't tell you if they have bitterness.

This is a pathology.

Water trickled down the floor and slowly flowed around, stopping on the leg of the dining table where no one had ever sat before.

She walked to the window, her head suddenly resting on the window, her face rolling on the glass, and she needed more stimulation to stop the pointless squirming.

She walked to the balcony, where the sound of cars and horns were staggered, and when it reached the nineteenth floor, there were only the melodic polka dot notes.

People's daily action is to take out their mobile phones, swipe across the screen unreasonably, and click on the "WeChat" column for the first time.

She looked at the circle of friends, and her colleagues were posting what they saw at today's anchor conference, and many people deliberately mentioned "Mr. Lin" and said that he was handsome, golden, and steady, and praised him very much.

In addition to colleagues, in fact, there are no friends, looking at the pictures of good-looking dishes, she listened to her stomach purring, but she couldn't raise any appetite, but her body was already unstable, so she could only bang her head on the fence, let her body arch, her hips were slightly upturned, and she hummed like a coquettish......

The smell of fragrant sweat is not smelled by others, and no one has ever seen the cute coquettishness.

It seems that the most terrible thing about living alone is not that no one knows about it, but that it is so "good", but no one appreciates it.

She pouted, and when she looked up at her phone again, she was already like a girl.

flipped to the video website, clicked on the issue of "Anchor Thieves Will Play" Zhao Nianci, pursed his lips from time to time, and read it again.

Then click on today's live video, drag it directly to the picture where Lin Xie appeared, and swipe left and right in a row, and watch it several times.

Julie didn't react to Lin Xie's voice, the reason why she was a girl's shyness may also be because she was simply wronged and wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry.

"Jingle bells." The phone rings and the page appears.

"Wang Siyu called." It's not the Holy Son, it's not Mr. Wang, it's the ruthless "Wang Siyu"

Her hand subconsciously stopped at the turn on button, but hesitated, frowned in annoyance, looked at the moon in the sky, and the prosperity of the city, and actually thought to herself: I really don't want to hear his voice again this day.

Silently letting her voice fade away, she prayed that Wang Siyu would not call again.

She let the hand holding the phone, droop on the fence, and vowed to throw it down if she called again, and then said that the phone fell from the stairs and did not receive it......

The "jingle bell" bell rang again, and she was about to really throw it down, using all her strength and that weird sincerity.

It's not Wang Siyu, it's "Zhu Qiao." ”

Her hand was stiffly contained, and she didn't really throw it down.

The caller was her father, the one who had brought her to church.

It may take a long time to think about it, and even talking to him on the phone is painful in itself, but she still answers

Get up, just like most people hesitate when faced with their own fathers.

"Dad......" Julie's voice after a long absence, as if she was wondering if it was her own voice, as soon as she finished speaking, she coughed and cleared her throat, in fact, there was nothing to mess up her voice, just simply forgot when she called this "Dad".

"Holy Maiden, I am a disciple Zhu Qiao." Her father said respectfully, "Is your life with the Son okay?" ”

.......

This distorted respect made Julie's face ache uncomfortably, and she tried not to make her voice strange, so that her breathing was no longer disordered, and she did not change the benchmark of her life so far because she disobeyed her inner thoughts.

"Sectarian Zhu Qiao, you say." She replied indifferently in her usual voice.

As he spoke, he pressed hard between his eyes on the flyover, and then smashed his fist on his chest to straighten his breath! Clear your head.

"Holy Maiden, I haven't been in touch for two years, your mother is seriously ill, and it is estimated that she will only live until this autumn, I hope you have time to come back and see ......" Zhu Qiao's voice became smaller and smaller, and he became more and more choked.

"Just take a look, if you don't look at her, it's okay to let her look at you......" Zhu Qiao was on the other end of the phone, already holding back his sobbing, moving his phone away from him, waking up with snot, and possibly slapping himself.

Julie stopped self-abuse, but she was extremely calm, holding her mobile phone, and said calmly: "Dad...... Disciple Zhu Qiao, I'm hanging. "That Dad, just assuming that he could confide, he didn't actually make a sound.

After that, she turned off her mobile phone, and the whole person was lying on the balcony with the big eight figure open, her mind was blank, as if she had entered a state of suspended animation.

The video about Lin Xie plays automatically when the phone hangs up.

The night is so bright, Wangjing is too prosperous, the sky is dotted, the haze emits this stench from afar, this time, looking at this fake crescent moon, people feel that the night is brighter by artificial light, the more lonely it is dark.

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At 4.23, it's just getting dark.

May the lonely soul be scented.

Can be treated gently.

Live a life of abundance.

Set up a large banner printed with the word "Lone High".