Returning to his own hut, he thanked the second senior brother and sent off the guests under the pretext of being tired, today Dongqing was sent by the old man of Guigu to collect medicine in the mountains, so there is no need to worry about him coming back suddenly.

There was no occasion for anyone to exist, Xiaobai loosened his tense nerves, there was no self-pressure, and the whole person completely collapsed and was paralyzed in a wheelchair.

With one hand, he propped up the weakly supported skull, and used his upper index finger to poke the acupuncture points between the temples very hard. The strange discomfort was unbearable, but Xiaobai gritted his teeth and chose to bear it, trying to use this discomfort to cover up his will to collapse.

Xiaobai has always believed in Gongziye's words, even if Gongzi no longer has the magic of the past today, it has not changed. I don't know what completely shattered Xiaobai's self-fantasy of forbearance and humiliation, there is no future, I don't know what the future will be, what should I do?

Whether it is life at the age of sixteen is worse than death, or everything in the past sixteen years, Xiaobai naturally has a fearless calmness. Even if he knew that life would be worse than death at the age of sixteen, and he would desperately resist, but in the end, he did not panic and fear after no result, as if life was better than death was just four words on paper.

Life is better than death, life is better than death.

Idiot, don't you understand the literal meaning? It's better to live than to die.

So what?

It is not right to call the heavens, to make the earth and the earth spiritual, and to bear the inhuman destruction and suffering, how can it be as light as you say?

And then what?

Extremely poor, there is no way to enter the heavens and the earth, and there is no way to turn over forever.

Well, then?

......

Where did you get that damn composure? Floating clouds, fuck, do you really think you're a fucking saint?

Gongzi taught that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, since he was destined to accept it, how could he hide?

Can......

Forgot to ask, Son, how long does this life need to last as long as death?

Ignorance.

......

What am I doing? I really don't know.

Zang Feng gave it to me.

What is the purpose of planning the assassination?

He shook his head, raised his eyes to look at each other, and said desolately: suicide.

The acupuncture points between the temples have been poked by themselves, and the pain is incomparable, but the unbearable pain cannot hide the dead desolation in the bottom of the heart. The hand trembled and lifted and pressed on the chest, fluttering and beating non-stop is the heart, move a little, through the placket can still feel the sharp is Zang Feng, I just need not to hurry and not rush out of the Zang Feng, aimed at the position of the heart, through the flesh, pry open the ribs, slowly pierced, open a hole in the atrium, it does not need to be too big, the blade is wide.

Wake up suddenly!

The hand that rubbed the temple opened and covered the eyes, there was no such cowardice as tears, but it was enough to cover the bloodshot and unwilling pupils.

Today, I live in Fan Prison, and the snow falls enchantingly in winter. The fire is like a knife, and the class teacher returns to the court.

The words are round, round and jade, eloquent, and the aftersound is lingering. The beautiful sound that is not compatible with these beautiful things has exploded in Xiaobai's mind! Its momentum can be described as earth-shattering, thunderous, loud and deafening!

Trapped in the small courtyard of the Ghost Valley and lost his freedom, he was cast into a prison, and the snowflakes fell on the winter solstice, where was the enchantment? The fire was fierce, the wind was howling, and it was dragged like a knife?

The palm that covered the eyes rubbed his forehead, and then he lifted the tassel hanging down in front of his forehead, and swept it back, and the strand of hair that had been dangling in front of his eyes disappeared, revealing the corner of the eyebrows that had been covered by the hair, a pair of sword eyebrows were not fake, but the right eyebrow has been deliberately covered by the tassel, and at this time the corner of the eyebrow was fully revealed, only to find that the right sword eyebrow was actually cut off from the edge of the corner of the eyebrow.

If it's broken, it's broken, and it doesn't hurt.

Chaotic thoughts can't grasp the point, irritably tearing and pulling their hair, in order to vent their impatience in their hearts, waiting for the so-called enchantment such as winter and snow, waiting for fire and other winds to whistle like knives, there is no other way but to wait.

Finally got rid of the dark future, grinned at the corners of his mouth, dispersed all the dead silence, the tiredness of blood loss and the previous powerless decadence, invaded the body with a force, and was powerless to resist, so he was led by the nose, walking, walking, fainting in a wheelchair, although he fainted, but there was no fear and melancholy, and even the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Before being forcibly tied up and taken away by a coma, Xiaobai did not forget to murmur in a half-dazed voice: "Son, thank you, ......" The words were not finished, but he received it in his heart.

Xiaobai suddenly opened his eyes! A pair of deep pupils smiling at the changes of the floating world appeared. did not move his body, still paralyzed in a wheelchair, but his momentum suddenly changed, giving people a majestic majesty that bowed down to the world. The fingers that had been put down were slightly cocked and fell, tapping the wooden handrail, and the slightly grinning lips exhaled a breath of turbidity, as if he had forgotten how to speak: "The oath of the past has long been scattered with the wind, who is still holding the lamp in front of the door in this life and looking forward to my return." ”

Squinted his eyes and made Xiaobai quiet and quiet. Until the evening, Xiaobai escaped from the shackles of a coma, Gongzi retreated without a trace, and Xiaobai regained control of his body.

Three vials of blood are already the critical point of Xiaobai, no matter how much more, no one dares to judge. I secretly hate in my heart, only this once, next time if I don't talk about three bottles of blood, just get out!

Looking up at the window, it was already dusk, pushing the wheelchair, pushing the door out, but saw Dongqing lying on the trunk of the wooden banyan tree, holding a leaf picked casually in his mouth, shaking with his breathing, but he fell asleep.

Slowly moved to the front, stopped under the tree trunk, but in a few seconds, the little black cat flicked its two tails and jumped and ran, naturally jumped to Xiaobai's knees, meowed lightly but was covered by Xiaobai's hand to his mouth, signaling not to be noisy, the kitten also made a quiet posture, and was satisfied with Xiaobai's hands to make a comfortable purring sound.

Xiao Bai looked up at Dongqing, smiled, the smile was so sincere, and the mask slipped quietly at this time.

Life and death, irreversibility, heart, tribulation. It's a song and a sigh. I don't think I have experienced the vicissitudes of life, and I can't tell the little story of the Boi people's face, as for all kinds of books and annals that record the heartfelt expectations of those "one world, two brothers", but I don't know whether the writer's pen is sparse and can't understand its key points, or is born with contempt for it, this kind of earth-shattering brother reveals a false and exaggerated, and then it is nothing more than classmates, comrades, and gentlemen's friends.

but light as water.

What is the heavens above, kowtow to righteousness is brotherhood, regardless of you and me, I can't wait to offer my inner son with both hands to show my loyalty to my brother. Xiaobai has always scoffed at this. Of course, the reason is a little sour, but also because Xiaobai has no brothers, a friend, and has always been alone. And Dongqing, who is sleeping soundly on the trunk of the tree above his head, is the first friend in the sense of the little white man's life, which should be cherished.

The little black cat in his lap felt that Xiao Bai's hands that were tickling very comfortably stopped moving, looked up and stared at a pair of golden and green cat eyes, just opened his mouth and wanted to meow to signal him to come back to his senses, but before he could make a sound, he was blocked by a finger in front of his mouth, Xiao Bai looked at the little black cat gently, smiled and shook his head, and continued the movement in his hand. Don't make a fuss, don't bother, my friend is asleep.