Before he had time to calm his mind, he slapped his broad head hard in the scorching sun, and scolded "It's stupid"! Being tossed by Thor like this, he actually forgot that he was a god who grasped time and space, and in the past time, even if he was a powerful opponent like the Sun God, it was not easy to hurt him. When he was in his hometown, he met him on the night of his birth, and was hit by anger, and the defenseless Zhao Xu could only be defeated.

Since he is attached to the past, it is impossible to go only once. Hong Liang is right, you can't wait in the real world, then wait for him in the past. As long as it's mana, you always have a tail that you can hold onto. If you touch it, you can kick him twice.

I took a deep breath, closed my little dark eyes tightly, and when I opened them again, it was already late at night in early June.

He didn't go into the courtyard in the darkness, he didn't even look at it squarely. He just sat quietly on the dirt slope in the distance, listening to the insects of more than twenty years ago, waiting for someone to break in and disturb his peace.

"Will he come today?"

It's like asking yourself, and it's like asking the people around you. Although he knew that there was no one around, only a shallow sound of insects, he still had to ask, and he didn't want to get an answer from anyone.

It's just that at this moment he suddenly has a trace of regret, while wanting to meet his fellow brothers and beat him up, but on the other hand, he doesn't want to see him. But after thinking about it, the past 20 years are long or short, who knows which moment he is lingering at the moment. The night this story begins is only the only time they cross together, and he probably won't come often.

It's so quiet here, so quiet that you can hear the stars blinking in the sky. Chen Feng was very proud of choosing such a place, because here he could see every move in the courtyard when he raised his eyes, but he didn't have to hear the cry a moment later.

But he was wrong, and a baby's cry pierced the night sky, and the cry was loud and violently ripped at his nerves along the clear, silky air of his childhood. The nose was sore, and a little tear moistened the eyeballs, but they dried up before they fell.

I've already cried, so I don't have to shed more tears for the same thing. There will always be some scars in life, some of which have healed and no traces, and some of which are dazzling and will not fade away. Touching them, the memories will still flood back, but the pain has long been buried in the bottom of my heart and will never churn again.

"Come see me in the sea tomorrow, the reef where you and Thor met for the first time...... I won't catch you! ”

A pair of eyes as white as lights suddenly appeared in front of Chen Feng's eyes, and a cold sweat broke out in an instant. It seems that he completely underestimated this twin brother, what he could think of, how could the other not think of it? This is their common past, at this moment, it is not Zhao Xu who will break into his territory, but he will break into Zhao Xu's memories.

Tomorrow, who can tell themselves what tomorrow will be like?

Lying on the slightly hot stone bed already basked by the sun of the valley, his head resting on his head and his hands facing the sun looking up at the gently swaying green leaves, he meditated what kind of fate the future would write for him in the blink of an eye. Loud and heavy breathing still rushed in from the stone house next to it, occasionally mixed with the strange sound of grinding teeth.

Since escaping death at the hands of the sun god, he seems to be more free. told Chen Feng again and again that since he has mana, he will be his immortal happily. As long as he wins the sun, life is long for him and there is no end in sight, and all the entanglements in his heart will pass. Maybe decades, but at most a hundred years, all the entangled feelings with him will eventually end with the passing of everyone. And at that time, Chen Feng was still Chen Feng, and he was still the stupid boy who held a black stick every morning. He had countless opportunities to meet new people, have a new home, marry a new bride, and have a new son. And Hong Liang will accompany him, like him, to start a family again and again, marry a new bride, give birth to a new son, and live a new life.

Perhaps, be a jolly fairy. But after all, he is only a god, not an immortal.

How can man wander the world like a mountain and be independent of the world? After a long time, Chen Cheng still can't forget her love and love for the old wind god. Even though the world changes, even if the world changes, she still found Chen Feng and looked forward to returning to the past and recovering everything she lost.

After all, people are not mountains, it is impossible to watch the river flow under their feet without showing the slightest nostalgia, it is impossible to watch birds pass through the sky without turning their eyes, and it is impossible to go through life and death without regret. If a person is not a mountain, how can he become an "immortal"?

He is just the god of wind, a god who needs food and clothing to talk to.

Smiled bitterly in the sun, rubbing his belly to wipe off the dead skin that was already unbearable. In the blink of an eye, he remembered the lightning and thunder of the night before, and the crazy actions of him standing in the river. Another smile.

If there are really immortals, I'm afraid that only the mysterious "master" can be called it. In a big war, the bloodline of the Protoss was almost withered, but he had not been seen to do anything for hundreds of years. Now he has to face an almost doomed fate alone, but he is still hiding in the mountains and pretending to be dead. I really don't know what this master is.

Tomorrow, Zhao Xu shouldn't be embarrassed for him, right......

"I've found your Yingzi, she hasn't been matched yet."

Hong Liang twisted his head and stopped looking at Chen Feng's eyes. His eyes fell on the almost dry water in the corner, and his nose was sour. Maybe the silly boy was right, he couldn't accompany him to the sun god. Even if the two of them join forces, it is impossible for Zhao Xu to be an opponent. He went, but he just took his life for nothing.

It's not wrong to think about it, their brothers are the gods who rule time, one is the past, the other is the future. Chen Feng, this kid is a master who doesn't suffer losses in front of him, he will fight if he can beat it, and he will run away if he can't beat it. As long as he catches a random time, no matter whose world he enters, it will not be easy for the sun god to catch him again.

couldn't help but show a little smile between the corners of his mouth, and he tilted his mouth and squinted his eyes to look at Chen Feng. "Look at your cock."

His heart trembled slightly, Chen Feng sighed softly, sat on the edge of the stone bed, raised his leg and kicked Hong Liang. Hong Liang jumped backwards, and the weak kick fell down heavily, swinging leisurely beside the bed.

"Interesting, isn't it interesting?"

"You got it?"

"There's a timeline you didn't take me to." He smiled, pursed his lips and tilted his lips, raising his eyebrows, his gaze meeting his sonorous gaze. They both knew that the next morning, maybe they wouldn't see each other again. "That's Yingzi."

An arrow stepped onto the stone bed and sat cross-legged beside Chen Feng. There was a flash in the two big black eyes, glowing with excitement and happiness, but there was a faint hint of imperceptible worry.

"You always run to that woods later, don't you miss that day?"

Chen Feng glared at him and scolded, "Get out." But Hong Liang didn't mean to roll, waved his hands, grabbed Chen Feng's shoulders, and didn't let him stand up and walk away. The legs are coiled inward, as if to deliberately hide the body that has reacted, and perhaps in the next moment, it will ...... in unconscious memories.

"Tell me, they're all men, what's this." As if he was afraid that people would hear it, the thief lowered his voice, and a big hand grabbed the flesh on Chen Feng's shoulder, so that he couldn't get out. "It turns out that what you said is true, it was still so small when the × was broken, is there hair on the cow......"

Under the expression of impatience was a suffocated purple face, and he raised his fist and pounded it on Hong Liang's chest. The dead fat tumbler fell backwards cross-legged like a tumbler, and in the blink of an eye, he was basking in the sun.

"I've got all the girls on it, and what kind of innocent little virgin is you pretending to be here? Isn't it just that time, so many places, why do you always go to the grove? ”

The broken mouth became more and more presumptuous, Chen Feng had nowhere to vent his anger in his heart, but the finch reacted honestly. Raised his fist and punched him hard in the thigh, and Hong Liang, who was in pain, hugged his body tightly, but he still laughed endlessly.

Laugh, while tomorrow is not coming......

From early afternoon to dusk, the sun in the valley never seemed so warm as it is today. Although it was still hot on his body, it made Chen Feng feel a deep attachment from the bottom of his heart. Every tree, every grass, every stone, he wanted to write down in detail what they looked like, the temperature of his feet on them, and the feeling when he hugged his arms.

The regrown skin had lost its red color and turned dark again. A round face was shiny, and sweat was pouring down from the bald skull of a kiwi fruit, flowing down his chest, over his stomach, over his waist, and wetting a rough stone sitting under his buttocks.

Raise your hand to wipe the sweat off your chin and leave a water stain on the ground. The hard stubble and the iron brush shaved the arm painfully. His hands were shaking, slightly shaking uncontrollably.

Tomorrow, Hong Liang will return to school alone, waiting for him back in the familiar and stuffy dormitory of Beijing ×. And he will go to the deadly reef alone to meet his biological brother who never grew up together.

I told myself not to be afraid, and I said that I could run if I couldn't win countless times. But this hand is shaking, shaking, shaking.

Lowered his head, watched the sweat flow along the thick calves over the chubby feet, moistened the sand and gravel under his feet, looked at the little black hair growing on his shy belly, looked at a big mosquito lying on his thick arm, and slapped it down with such a pool of bright red blood. He couldn't believe that such a vigorous life would probably cease to exist after a day, and he would never be able to return to the courtyard where he was born, and he would not be able to see the girl he missed day and night, nor could he let her give birth to a little iron cow for himself, nor could he accompany her to grow old and watch her die.

This time, he's probably going to disappoint his grandfather. He may not give birth to a great-grandson to him, and he will not be able to continue the blood of the wind god in him. This regret is grandpa's and Chen Feng's. Heavy unwillingness spreads in the heart, hollowing out the whole soul until it is empty. The vision of the future jumps in front of me, but it is clear that what has not happened will never really come.

The two arms rested naturally on the shiny knees, and a breeze crept into the bare chest, as if to take away the fear in his heart, but could not fill the abyssal emptiness.

This is the exuberant life, kneading and rubbing in the breeze, sitting on the rough rock, watching a yellowish milky white stain a meter away. This is his strength, perhaps for the last time, to prove to the heavens and the earth, and to himself.