On the ancient road, the young man stepped forward, a blue-black robe floating among the trees and flowers, bringing a gust of wind and carrying away the bleak autumn leaves.

It's autumn in Kingo, between opening and closing your eyes.

Anyone who guards can't wait for someone to come, whether it's the big bear or the other.

pressed the hat, walked from the side peak of the east mountain to the mountainside, a white snow, and the two lines of tears that could not be seen returning to the people.

The pastures have expanded again. Xing Yuan looked down from the shore, the cattle and sheep had not yet come, but there was a pangolin that had been with him for a long time.

Hanging his head, the young man in Tsing Yi sat down above, and on the slope of the hill below, the pangolin flapped its little wings, squatted on a huge rock and looked at the strange young man in front of him, and slowly turned his back and ignored it.

It's right, so it shouldn't be active. The little guy was very aggrieved, and somehow, he felt that the distance between himself and the young man in Tsing Yi opposite had been alienated since that night, and it was slowly frozen and sealed. After that, they will never be as close as before, and after that he is him, it is it, just like two winds that have nothing to do with each other, blowing each other, and after that moment of meeting, there will never be a time to meet again.

Who are the children?

The pangolin squatted on the side, Xing Yuan took out the teacup in his arms, there was still a little warmth left on it, the corners of his mouth showed a ridiculous arc, drinking all the frost and snow that fell from it, his hands and feet were instantly cold, his body slowly stiffened, his eyes were moist, and when he looked at the lonely yellow figure again, he just opened his mouth and didn't say a word, choked up in his heart, and cried silently from the corners of his eyes.

He can't wait for him to return, and neither can the little one......

They're all just passers-by.

Dressed in green clothes, the young man turned around with tears in his eyes. He can't get past that level in his heart, he doesn't know how he should face this world, this so-called ruins. The memory slowly recovered, and a mess of thoughts intertwined, and he couldn't tell what was real and what was false. The past is blurred, how can we see the future?

Walking on the snow, the wind blew, the blue-black robes flew in the air, the snowflakes swirled in the air, and the pangolins wagged their tails and sobbed sadly on the stones.

It didn't know anything, it didn't know what was going on, and everything was what it was now......

The little guy hugged the stone head and cried, the tears in the corners of his eyes fell, turning into a sky of snow, pressing on the tender grass, and the little body looked very helpless and weak in the heavy snow.

The crying was messy, Xing Yuan didn't know what he thought of in his heart, he didn't feel anything, but his heart was twitching slightly, it hurt.

All the way up, the young man's heart became more and more pathetic, I don't know how many tears were mixed in this wind and snow, but when they left their eyes, they had already cut off contact with the past, and became a snowflake between heaven and earth, and they could no longer distinguish between you and me, only their hometown that they could not go back to.

The boy walked very fast, his steps were very light, and he also felt aggrieved, but he didn't know who to talk to.

The flute was still blowing, and it was blowing happily, but to the young man in Tsing Yi, it was just a silent mournful music.

Hearing the music, Shougui rubbed up two clumps of snow and put them on his ears.

In the past, it felt that the sound of the flute was the most annoying, and it would inadvertently evoke its memories, and it would have everything to make it uncomfortable, but now it felt that the sound of the flute was even better, and it was always venting its joys, sorrows, and sorrows, like a giant doll, unscrupulous, and annoying.

When it got up, it still didn't see the bees, except for the honeycomb hanging lonely on its head, frozen into pieces.

The big white bear was stunned, hesitated and stepped forward and shook the tree, the frost and snow fell from the branches, and fell on it, and the honeycomb fell from the tree, Shougui gently caught it, touched it, and didn't know what to think in his heart.

It's seen them move, but it's not seen them change nests, and this is the only one they've ever had home.

It wanted to have a home, too, but now, it has.

Shougui smiled, holding the honeycomb and smiling stupidly. Not only to keep it, but to take it with it, and wait for them to return, or...... Who is it waiting for?

Shougui looked at the sky, his eyes slowly widening......

It, it forgot.

It's okay to forget. Forget it, forget it, don't think about it anymore, and you don't have to wait any longer.

Shougui patted his head, rubbed his face that was a little numb, smiled stiffly, and got up slowly, the frost and snow on his body slowly fell with its pace, and its fur was black and bright after walking for a few miles, and it was very conspicuous on the snow.

When Shougui walked to the side peak, Xing Yuan had already walked to the main peak, dressed in a blue-black robe, a snow-white felt hat, and a small cup in his hand, which was full of melted water, and tasted the taste, it was the spring stream of Dongshan, as always sweet, but the presence of honey was missing, and there was less charm.

Sitting at the foot of the mountain, the young man gasped, his eyes could not be hidden, his vision was a little wandering when he looked at the earth, he stretched out his hand and shook it, as if everything was under control. The boy lay down tiredly, and at that moment his body was much lighter.

Looking at the yellow-white sky, the young man in Tsing Yi was a little confused, this place was very close to the sky, close enough to reach, but no matter how far his arm was extended, he couldn't touch it, no matter how he weighed it, his body was still in the snow, motionless.

He's caught in, and he'll never get out.

Xing Yuan fell in the snow, and inadvertently, tears crawled on his face.

It hurts, it hurts!

But what does this pain mean! Whose body is this, whose feelings, whose tears are shed!

How did you tell me who I am, this damn ruin, and what are you here for?

Captivity!!

The boy picked up the snow and shouted hoarsely in his heart!

He doesn't understand ......!

It's like he doesn't know why he blames the pangolin, just like he doesn't know why he doesn't dare to face Shougui!

Are you afraid that these are all fake?

He doesn't know what!

He didn't know anything, not even why he was angry!

The boy kneaded a dough in his hand, then bent down hard and smashed his face into it!

It's cold, but it doesn't hurt......

Damn it doesn't hurt!

Xing Yuan gasped, he was about to be tortured and went crazy! Like the walking dead, did he ever know what he was living for!

Looking at the false snowflake boy floating in the sky, he was furious, his body was raging in the snow, and the power of faith was rioting all over his body, a snow, this is the frost and snow I gave to the sky!

The hot blood is running in the veins, the snow in the sky is falling, and the snow on the ground wants to return to the sky and continue to float!

The snow was falling heavily on the main peak, and the young man standing in the snow numbly vented the emotions in his chest, and the tears on his cheeks dried up, dripping a few bloody tears!

Who the hell is he!!

Swindler!

The immature cry echoed in the snow, and the scarlet blood stained the place like Shura's purgatory, and the blinding blood stained the sky a little red.

I can't stop crying. The boy calmed down, the pain from his limbs and bones made it difficult for him to bear, and he knelt crookedly, his blue-black trousers dyed pale red, his hair scattered, and his knees sunk into the snow, not knowing whether he was repenting or not.

The wind grew louder, the young man slowly raised his head, stayed in place for a while, his restless heart was blown by the wind, and he suddenly calmed down, his scattered hair was close to his forehead, his deep eyes concealed a little helplessness and excitement, two lines of blood and tears slid down his cheeks, the candle flame on his chest beat slightly, he fell down from his strength, looking at the snowflakes in the sky, motionless.

He's just a fool.

No matter how much he struggled, he was just a fool.

Nothing will change because of him, maybe there is, maybe he died.

The young man in Tsing Yi was silent and watched

Look at the white snowflakes that fall from the sky.

After a long time, I don't know what to see, the young man's face slowly recovered, except for the dull pain in the corners of his eyes, he looked as usual.

Close your eyes and breathe, the hot pain slowly disappears, and your mind slowly clears.

Come to think of it.

That damn rumor!

The young man in Tsing Yi stretched out his palm, his delicate face was a little melancholy, he was very angry, but the cathartic and clean emotions made him look calm. He got up slowly, his hair was regular, and his inky black robe rendered his face a little lower, cold and arrogant in the snow.

Perhaps, this is the mysterious temperament that has fascinated official women for a hundred years.

The corners of Xing Yuan's mouth hooked up a touch of sarcasm, he understood this so-called transcendent world, but how could such a big husband with the heart of salvation entangle his children! Such a heroic husband can be as worthy as a simple daughter's family!

If it's all things that love and love, wouldn't this world be chaotic!

Damn Jianghu scholars, one by one spineless things, write some whimsical miscellaneous books!

The young man's face was stained with contempt and anger, and his hand slashed out a miserable white on the flat ground, and the blood in his body began to flow again, and he never stopped!

A proud bone lasts forever, and the will to die is unswerving!

The young man stretched out his arms, embraced the sky, and his strength flowed out of his body, he was no longer silent, the murderous intent leaked out, his body turned over and chiseled the snow hard, but his heart began to grieve for no reason!

This damn confusion! This damn hand is powerless!

The young man's delicate and immature face was dyed with hideousness, and the strength of his body poured on the snow, and the frost and snow flew, burying and covering his figure!

He was not convinced!

Baiwang Shaofu, never admit defeat!!

The flame of faith burned again in the flat ground, and he slammed his fist at the ground, and the snow that had been scraped off layer after layer of snow grew harder and harder, until the last moment he could no longer do his job!

Looking at the blood on his fist, the fire in his chest burned to the brim, and the snow rarely changed with one punch, and at the last time he was hoarse and exhausted, and smashed his head down with all his strength!

The arm is broken.

The forehead is broken.

It doesn't hurt.

He cried. The young man in Tsing Yi was crying in the snow, he was not convinced!

But what if you don't accept it!!

Pain...... Heartache......

Dressed in green clothes, the young man's body shrunk into a ball, helpless and fragile. After a long time, the wind and snow fell, burying the young man's body, and the pit he dug was his grave. The boy didn't say a word, the pain in his heart made his mind blank, he fell there, the tears in the corners of his eyes dried up again, his mind was dizzy, his whole body did not have the slightest strength, and the wounds were dense.

He couldn't hear the wind.

In the pit, smelling the cold smell of frost and snow on his side, the young man in Tsing Yi slowly opened his eyes. I don't know how long I slept, and I don't know if time had passed, he got up and faced the wind and snow and the sun, dressed in a robe, a hat, and holding a long bamboo pole in the palm of his hand.

Step by step out of the pit, the snow on his body slipped down layer by layer, the young man lost his facial features, lost his seven emotions, stood in the snow, and there was a blood-colored frost and snow around his body.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy walked out.

White King Shaofu ......

Memories are blended.

But...... I can't remember it...... I want to forget ...... forever!

Is this so-called anachronism!

The young man in the hat stepped forward suddenly, but he was stunned in place, his weak figure dragged forward for a while, and he fell heavily, looking at the white frost and snow around him, his heart was full of helplessness.

What's going on again!

The young man with a hideous face climbed up, full of tenacity, he was not convinced!

The bitter hatred spread from the bottom of his heart, Xing Yuan climbed up, but his weak body made him helpless, he could only watch everything in the world!

He didn't want to cry anymore! He would rather shed blood than shed this humble tear!

Baiwang Shaofu is a real man!

With a proud bone and an unwilling young man, he straightened his upper body, he knelt down against the mountains, still beaten by the wind and rain, and his waist was straight!

Hahahaha!

Hehehehe......

Why!

With tears in his eyes, Xing Yuan went crazy!

The faint candle flame beat in his chest, and the hot blood of his body flowed in his veins!

He didn't know anything before, like a puppet being manipulated, but now he remembers everything, but he's still a puppet being manipulated!

Xing Yuan really wanted to laugh at the sky, so that the world could hear this arrogant voice! He wanted to dissipate the depression in his heart! He wanted to dissipate the hardships of this body! He wanted to get a long sword to save the world, and try the bones of the wind and snow! He wanted to step into the world and find the glory of the earth!

But these are just dreams!

He can only be trapped in this small fiefdom, trapped for endless years, grinding away the edges and corners, and removing the bone marrow!

It's been a year!

It's been a whole year since the White King disappeared! He couldn't find his way to the end! When he came to this so-called ruin, it was October in an instant, and the ghost still knew who he was!

Rolling hot tears slid down the young man's face, he hated!

He hated the feeling of being captive!

He was unwilling to leave the world, and he was unwilling to let the White King's mansion turn into a cloud of smoke!

White King ......

Father......

I want to be your pride......

The child wants the world to know that Baiwang Shaofu is also a man who stands up to the sky!

The hot blood is clear, and the proud bones of this body can be shattered, but they can't be soft!

The descendants of the Xing family, even if the species is exterminated, will not be reluctant to steal their lives! This is all what you said! Why did you leave me behind? Am I not the son of the Xing family? I will rest until death, why am I still alive!

Why don't you let me die!

Pain!

It hurts all over my body!

The intense pain made the boy kneeling in the frost and snow look like a bloody man, a ghost!

Desolate, sad, unwilling, mad!

The young man's tears melted the frost and snow in that place, his blood gathered around him, and he cried for a long time, and his uncomfortable heart was comforted, and Xingyuan was like a lost soul, leaving only an empty body!

On the hillside, the pangolin also cried when he heard the cry, and the pale yellow body cried gray!

Hate!

Except for this unforgettable word, there is nothing to describe the misery in its heart!

Why you should think about it!

Keep playing that contrived flute!

I'm willing to be annoyed by you, and I don't want to know about this unbearable memory!

This damn world, why do you want me to let all this way continue to live!!

The blue and white sky was dark, and the clean snowflakes were changed, and they were all blood, blood all over the sky!

This young man's proud blood!

Can't wait, can't wait any longer!

Looking at the abnormal changes at the peak, Shougui lost the honeycomb and strode forward, and the frost and snow in the sky drifted in front of its eyes, and it was confused! It was dark!

Shougui hammered him three times in the chest, roared with tears, tore through the thick layer of snow on the soles of his feet, tore through the sky in front of him like a sharp blade, and rushed to Xingyuan's side and gave him a heavy punch!

The tremendous force thrust the boy's figure to the ground, and he looked up and got up, and turned back to look bloodthirsty! They fought together, and the wind was fierce, and the hair of the guards turned pale overnight, and his eyes were full of tears, and he was miserable, and the roar resounded!

It's a painting, a lifeless black picture!

The frost and snow floated tirelessly, the young man in Tsing Yi was tired, his voice was hoarse, and there was only the roar and cry of the guardian between heaven and earth during his breath, and it knocked over the immature young man who had no intention of fighting with one punch, and his paws were gouging on the ground, no matter what was stuffed into his mouth, tears flowed, crying like a blind man.

Scold......

Shougui cried so much that he broke his bowels, but Xing Yuan shook his head and smiled, laughing and laughing, and slowly stopped laughing.

Looking at the large chunk of snow, the young man leaned against the mountain to breathe, looking at the figure of Shougui covering his chest, recuperating his body while the candle was burning, his robe was disheveled, his hair was running down, and he was weak.

Even if it didn't say a word, he knew what it was crying about.

He ruined this winter mountain, and he also ruined that agreement.

Closed his eyes and breathed, the snow in the sky was sprinkled, and he was tired of guarding, looking at the young man in Tsing Yi opposite who was silent for a long time, and in the dark, the pangolin on the hillside fled in all directions, the big white bear closed his eyes, and the young man opened his eyes, turned his head, and did not say a word.

On this difficult night, the cries of pangolins echoed all over the mountain.

No response.

In this world, it's just this pangolin.

It can't wait any longer.

Ridiculous! Why can't you wait for the return!

With tears in his eyes, Xing Yuan cried uncontrollably.

This night, the winter mountain is not peaceful.

However, this is the winter that belongs to the Winter Mountain, it is so dark that there is no trace of light.

There is no sound of the flute, and any sad movement will appear festive here.

Slowly, there was no sound from the mountain, they were all tired, they were all waiting, waiting for the sky to light up, waiting for the farce to end, waiting for everything to be the same. The morning light came from a distance, the dim yellow halo dispersed, and the young man on the mountain held the bamboo pole and turned his head to recuperate, Shougui looked at the sky in silence, his hair was dark and shiny.

Looking down from the main peak, the spring-like pastures have not survived much life, and a pale yellow pangolin prays reverently as it watches the rising light with its paws folded.

They've all grown up.

It's all understood.

The young man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes, leaving a few subtle cracks on his immature face, the corners of his eyes were very painful, his robe was undamaged, but there was a bear paw on his chest.

Xing Yuan got up, slanted his clothes, and stood against the wind.

"Shougui, can I still trust you? ”

"I never lied to you. Shougui got up, accompanied by the wind and snow, looked at the young man in Tsing Yi opposite in a low voice, and after a long time, he walked over and patted him on the shoulder three times, "If you think it is true, there is nothing fake in this world; ”

Feeling the weight on his shoulders, the young man in Tsing Yi smiled faintly.

Although this time the shot was lighter than before, it carried heavier than before.

The boy with a hat came down the mountain, and on his shoulder, there was a snoozing pangolin.

Under the sun, the frost and snow are as usual.

The only thing that has changed is the unintentional people of the silverfish.

Stepping into the air, the boy looked at it from a high place, and the pangolin opened his sleepy eyes, looking at the town on the ground, full of life.

Break the game.

The journey of a teenager can start.

Looking at the lush dense forest in the south, the abyss bent his bow sideways, one arrow, seven million miles!

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Crying miserably, like a fool.