When a person can't have it, the only thing he can do is nostalgia or longing.

This sentence is also a true portrayal of the first half of my life, every pursuit, every desire, every thought, like the various color boards on the blackboard, inadvertently erased by the time difference of the years, scattered into pieces of dust of thoughts, washed away in this cold and indifferent space.

Now, a war that has burned all over the continent has gradually been extinguished, and when everything has settled, I should have been flying and soaring in the sky, because of the mistake of choosing sides, I could only hand over my original power, and I was in the prime of life but wanted to return to my hometown.

On this cool night, in this lonely wilderness, when others are wandering at a certain lost node, and I am looking into the distance, thinking about the direction of the next life in the quiet night.

There is no chattering entanglement, and it is also free from the erosion of trivial things, so my eyes can see farther, and there seems to be a lot of mystery under the gray clouds like a sheepskin jacket, such as a shy and glamorous girl, waiting for my relatives to be lucky, to explore the hidden path.

Am I awake, or am I obsessed with a past episode and have a dream come true?

Why is it that the sky I yearn for, the emptiness of my dreams, suddenly changes at this moment, and changes rapidly?

This is no longer my sky, such changes have made me at a loss, because this time and space has become a piece of paper, a realistic picture scroll covered with various themes and objects, and then in this treacherous change, it swept away and closed into a scroll of intention, and the only surviving me has become a break point between this intention and the true space, miserable and disturbed, and imperceptibly collapsed into nothingness.

Heaven and earth, not my heaven and earth, idealism, sleep with heaven and earth.

Then, in a trance in Sumeru, across thousands of ravines and mountains, the scroll of this intention suddenly unfolded again, and I was ruthlessly thrown into the other dimension and disappeared without a trace.

A familiar and intimate aura wafted from a corner far away.

Oh, it's still the sea, or the thick and simple lines set off under the slight ripples, one after another, chasing each other to decorate my past into a curtain barrier, or freeze, or scatter, or like a jumping phantom elf, in a floating light to interpret the definition of life, the blur of life.

And the mountain, the majestic and upright that carries the thirst and desire of countless souls, stands up unscrupulously against the distant sky, an unreachable target, but completely ignores the sea of intoxication that undercurrents and tides are flooding around him.

Perhaps, they are just such a stubborn thought that looks at each other from afar regardless of the years, and then guards their stubborn thoughts without knowing the so-called so-called can't extricate themselves from the puzzle at this moment?

Yes, yes, the bleak reality that was once fragmented and unable to be maintained, if it weren't for the support of Xiaolian and Su Mi in my childhood dreams, filling my uneasy feelings with their petite or plump bodies, I might really be unable to continue the rest of my life.

Yes, yes, the wind is scattered, and the salty taste of the slight drunkenness is caressing my otherworldly soul again and again, as if the past and present me are tightly reconstituted and turned into a truly flawless god!

YES, IT'S NEVER THE SKINNY AND SICKLY LITTLE BROKEN KID WHO HIDES IN THE CORNER AND CARES ABOUT THE SISTERS!

Tonight, this perfect divine soul is going to swear his strong return and begin his wanton journey in this place of despair that has fallen and been humiliated countless times!

But, after all these years, my love Lian'er, my sweet child, are you all right? Although you have been caressed and ravaged by me a thousand times in my heart, but you have never looked at me directly when I left the village, I know that it is not your fault, who told me to be so weak and so small at that time, that every child who played with me could abuse me a thousand times, and these children included you sisters.

Now looking back at the gloomy years of being bullied and abused, I actually did not have the slightest resentment and resentment, but faintly revealed a trace of pleasure that touched the whole body and went straight to the soul, especially my Ai Lian'er and Sweet Child, every time they were pressed under the two little sao bags to be a cow and a horse, even if they were in pain and suffocated, they could be comfortable and happy to explode!

Yes, it was this explosion that blew up my essence Shouichi, and blew up my essence overflowing, and when that strange and satisfied smile appeared on my pale little face, my sister Milian, from that moment on, the ironclad evidence of our interdependence has been remembered on the wet and smelly dirty pants under me, and then this little Nene full of evidence has been pressed under my pillow to sleep with me, with me in good dreams, because this is the precious first time in my mind, that is, to enter another world, I also want to take it, follow me to annihilate, or become a god。

As for how to punish my two hearts and honey loties? This is another secret buried deep in my heart.

My family's ancestral house is a low hut at the edge of the village, and any gorgeous and beautiful rhetoric has nothing to do with it, and my parents died early, and I spent my childhood in such a dilapidated and lonely environment, but I have ambitions not to be old, and my small body hides big dreams, and I still remember an inspirational little poem carved on the bedroom wall with the nails of my little hands:

Is it a celebration of the return of the king?

Why is there a spider under the brilliance of the crown?

Words are the reflection of the touch of the soul, right?

Such as relying on the plug-in of cultivation.

People, still clinging to the definition of decay,

Heart-rending song, numb and well-behaved.

Who is talking about the meaning of the mystery in hearsay,

It almost overturned the net.

Singer, shine the sun,

A reincarnation is born like a dynasty,

Deserted,

Just leave only one awe-inspiring,

Zhuo stands in a graceful posture.

Yes, I am the singer in the poem, the thin boy who grows up silently after being bullied and still sings, and the obscene boy who has been thinking about his sister flowers in the endless white eyes and ridicule.

It's a pity that after I became a teenager, and the sisters Xiaolian and Sumi, who became a girl, were completely insulated, although those bullying and insults did not decrease inversely because of growing taller and stronger, but the opposite sex who performed this task finally gave up the only opportunity to make me sexually excited and hungry because of the so-called constraints of male and female differences, and ruthlessly strangled the little hope of life that I easily found from that curled life, and ruthlessly strangled it in this sanctimonious stereotype.

So, when I was secretly licking those unbearable scars, I thought about the prophecy of a certain ancestor, and I no longer stuck to this trace of hidden pain, and showed the still incomplete demeanor in the beauty of melting ice and snow. It's just that to solve the final madness and extinguish the fire in my heart, I can only rely on the small green branches on the back mountain.

I used to call it the little "O" (Ou) with self-deprecation, just because its unique posture is particularly eye-catching among the green branches all over the mountains, but this uniqueness is also due to my continuous use of it, which stubbornly twists the branches that began to fork when I was young to the middle and then forms an "O" shape in the middle, such a somewhat protruding hollow, which makes it easier for me to take the next step to extinguish the fire in my imagination.

Now, more than 20 years have made the little "O" grow from a slender twig to a towering tree, and the protruding hollow in the middle has gradually become a crack, a bulging crack, because the branch grows constantly squeezed and thickened.

Well, that's good. I suddenly smiled wickedly.

The scene is there, the atmosphere is here, and the hungry male protagonist is already waiting for him, so, what about my female protagonists?

Finding my Lian'er and Mi'er is naturally effortless, although the years have made them lose the delicacy and sweetness of their youth. But, I don't care.

Because I am now the Almighty God, I can control everything, and I can make the two of them, who have become mothers and wives, maintain their mature and coveted bodies, and at the same time, the beautiful faces on their faces will be transformed into the image of the goddess in my mind when I was a girl.

In this way, it is very good, it is really complete. This kind of scene that has been dreamed of countless times is generated at will!

Oh, my love lotus, my sweetness!

I can't wait!

Why are you trembling? Is it excitement? Then let's get excited together! Madness in excitement, nirvana in madness!

Is it fear? The look of fear and vigilance like a kitten, the throbbing heart like a fawn, are infinitely expanding my sin, my impulse, my unscrupulousness!

And I saw again, that the night was dark,

The dappled shadows of the field,

It's my detached thoughts, right?

But why am I delaying?

Your quicksand mood.

I have longed again, for a long time,

Indulgent bobcat,

Cut off my wandering sight,

I'm still a prophet,

That kind of fate.

I reminisce again, I think about you,

If you don't,

It is a totem engraved on the will,

Well, I'm willing

Shout

In this gloomy and disturbing air

It's damp with you and mine

Don't give up!

Oh, that's it, let's keep it like this, and just like that, it's a long-lasting normality! My Lotus Honey, you must want it too, right? You must keep asking for it, right? So, now, let's break out!

My love lotus is sweet, overlapping and piling up the incomparably wonderful body, flipping and twisting, enchanting my HUO that is as strong as a mountain, infinitely multiplying and multiplying, whipping and unreachable, the unreachable ivy, winding gracefully and smartly, jumping and cruising, slipping and falling on the boundless, moaning, rhythmic evolution, this dancing wave, turning over the red dust, the boundless desire of the world, devouring everything that floats and floating, take it, melt it, transform it, burn it into ashes, and then condense into an empty void!!

At last, the violent crash, and the wheezing of the wind, under the tremendous weight that the little "O" could not bear, snapped the thick branches, and then collapsed on the top of the mountain, spilling the fresh juice and dew on the ground.

Finally, this soul feast that has refreshed the void of heaven and earth is over like this?

My soul body is slowly dissolving, slowly becoming invisible, slowly disappearing.

But my soul and heart are incomparably tranquil at the moment, boundless and perfect.

At the very least, my love has been fulfilled, and I have reached the ultimate state without the slightest regret.

It's just that why is a faint pain still spreading subtly?

Oh, it's Changsi, my dear friend, the next reincarnation, let's see you again!

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The next day, a large crowd of people at the entrance of the village looked forward to the early return of the hero in their hearts.

Among them, there are also two middle-aged women, one is plump, the other is petite, they are already wives and mothers, their faces do not have the anxious looks of others, but there are tears flashing in their slightly open eyes。。。。。。