Fu Lingyun said: "I don't know, but my master said it was tricky, but in the end it was cured, oh, by the way, they also lived in the welcome building at that time." ”

It turns out that he and his parents have been here and live in the same place, the little half-fairy suddenly felt that his parents didn't seem to be so far away, although the deceased was gone, but every word could still affect the heart of the little half-fairy, this is the power of blood.

The little half-immortal who was full of worries was clueless, and he almost felt tears in his eyes.

But what is the little half-fairy himself pursuing? In fact, the little half-fairy himself doesn't understand.

The little half-immortal only felt that there was a nameless pain in his heart, and he only felt that he was extremely lacking something, lacking something.

I was originally born in the countryside, and so far the weather changes and personnel accidents have not made me sick, and most of the illnesses are due to my own lack of life. It's not that one thing is wrong, it's that I'm dissatisfied with myself in some very small place. Every time there is such a time, it is useless, but when you think it out, it is not repentance, I don't know how, I will be free again, and the illness will be cured. How can I not value the sorrows of the world?

Because we know for ourselves what we have lost in our hearts, what we are looking for. In the past few years, how many people have been looking at the starry sky and lamenting their lives, we will ask ourselves again and again, what are we looking for, what are we hoping for? Perhaps, the answer has been written in our hearts tens of thousands of times.

After the age of 20, the New Year is significantly different. In the vigil after the fireplace, a person drank soju sullenly, remembered all the things in the past year, began to have setbacks in the world, began to face emotional mutations, and began to know that in addition to happiness, there are still worries in the year. Sometimes I saw my parents go around to gather flowers for the New Year before Chinese New Year's Eve, or when the harvest was not good, and the farmers were smiling and preparing for a new year, I began to know that there are times when the New Year is sad.

The same is true of people's troubles. However, then again, even if you can't solve the problem, as long as you transfer your troubles to a certain place in your heart, you can feel refreshed, and it is actually enough to be able to do this.

The road of life is tortuous; People around them, come and go. Weather, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy; Mood, sometimes good and sometimes bad. Looking back at the past years, occasionally, I will laugh heartlessly; Occasionally, I will cry sadly. The red dust is rolling, the joys and sorrows are mixed, no matter what, you can only face it bravely. Every morning, remember to smile to welcome the arrival of a new day, every day before going to bed, remember to abandon all your worries and sorrows, and when you wake up, a new day is waiting for you to write.

After Fu Lingyun finished speaking, she asked rhetorically: "Why, didn't your parents mention it to you?"

The little half-immortal said: "No." ”

Mo Liunian looked at Xiao Banxian's expression, she didn't know Xiao Banxian's family affairs, this was the first time she saw Xiao Banxian's expression of caring so much.

Yan is like another me, and I am like a flower on the water with her. Our feelings, our hearts, and our preferences are all strikingly similar. At some point, I would think in a trance that I was reunited with my unknown self. Although the time we spent together was brief, we didn't need too many words, a look, a smile, and we knew everything in each other's hearts.

It's like having a dream about a woman's life, how many years later, when Qi Zhifang woke up on a winter morning, she finally found that she was old enough to look at her life with a completely compassionate gaze to examine her life with several men who were separated and entangled.

The people around her, good or bad, came and went, going and staying ruthlessly, and in the end she was the only one left, sitting at the desk full of the girl's thoughts, sobbing silently at the waning moon outside the window. Why is life always more painful than joyful? She has been in this world for 17 years, and she has felt that life is too long, boundless, and full of suffering.

The years are silent, quietly running over your eyebrows, the world is traceless, and the vicissitudes of your face are not revealed. A period of time cuts a memory, but there is no passing year in the memory. We are all fine, it's just that the timing is not coincidental, there are always so many partings, there is always so much sadness, there is always so much destined. Because we didn't shed tears but rejoiced, time was passing.

"The fate of life is unpredictable, we don't know, hit the people who walk by, who are the old acquaintances, and who will meet at the next turn," if each of us can not know who the prophet's final return is, certainly, there will not be so many misses and regrets in this world, and we will never allow ourselves to waste our emotions and years in vain in fruitless encounters.

The heart is dyed with dust, and there are not many tender words to say, as long as you can read it, it is a warmth. Then open the fence of memory, take a pot of the past, sit opposite the passing years, how deep the love is, how painful the heart is, the pity that it can't be touched, nourishing the sorrow in the wind of waving sleeves, twisting a wisp of Qingfen, and seeing three thousand flashies.

I've heard that growing up is a momentary thing, but I can't remember when and where that moment happened. The vicissitudes of the past, the clouds are rolling up, but in the end I didn't wait for you to look back. If, "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan"? It used to be a long time, maybe it was just a misunderstanding. Those pages that have been turned and turned and the flowers that have been seen and seen may be just a faint body fragrance left in these shallow years.

What should we do if we are so tired of the world...... As long as the breath is still there, then, try to be indifferent, keep the rest of the year, see, to see, this long road of life, will always find a reason for people to want to live with a smile even if the heart has been vicissitudes and only the heartbeat remains.

In this long life, there are many things to do, but in the end, in retrospect, I have done those profound and unregrettable things, and it turns out that there are few things, one of which is to know you. Don't ask about the future, don't ask about the ending.

The obsession was born from this, and it has not been let go so far, which is fate and calamity. I came to the dust, looking for mountains and waters, waiting for the spring of flowers and branches, and people going to tea and cool. Ten years is enough time to change everything, at that time I was light and natural, and at this time I was already red-faced. In the past ten years, I seem to have experienced a thousand disasters, and it seems that I just had a shallow dream, the sea is still the sea of the year, and I am no longer yesterday's mulberry field.

The things that the world asks for more than they can't get are actually just that the world doesn't know what it means to retreat into advance, and they just say that they are making people by creation. If you start all over again, what has happened will be like dust on the table, and a rag will be wiped away?

When Fu Lingyun opened the secret passage, the steps appeared, and Fu Lingyun said, "There will be a period later." ”

The three of them all bowed their hands to Fu Lingyun: "There will be a period later." ”

Stepping on the steps, it is like a small world, but this place does not belong to them, their world is outside.

Leaving without any nostalgia, and when they felt the coldness, the little half-immortal knew that they were back.

The steps disappeared, and the little half-fairy stood on the top of the mountain, but this time the mood was completely different from when they came, and the little half-fairy said: "I don't want to climb the snow mountain again in my life." ”

Mo Liunian and Wujian both laughed when they heard this, and Mo Liunian said: "I don't know who said that they want to live here forever." ”

At this moment, suddenly a gust of wind swept towards the three of them, and the little half-immortal saw the pair of giant wings again.

The little half-immortal subconsciously pulled Mo Liunian behind him, and as soon as the floating slaughter appeared in his hand, he had already slashed it with a sword, and the shot was the second type of fire in the demon subduing technique, and directly released six fire dragons, where the fire dragon said, the wind and snow in the sky all turned into mist.

In the end, the six dragons combined into one and directly hit the initiator, and with a flash of silver light, the fire dragon's blow was easily defused as if it had fallen into the water.

Before they meet, before love appears, people often imagine in their minds what that person in the future will look like and dislike. However, when they meet, people are often easy to judge people by their appearance. After all, people's hearts are the most complicated, and people with faces like spring flowers may not have hearts like autumn moons. As a result, it may only take a few days for two people who fall in love at first sight to start to get bored, start to dislike each other, and even let go of each other, and become strangers from then on.

I have never forgotten the passing years, but I have never indulged in sadness and nostalgia for the past, so that I can see the most beautiful self. For the memory of this thing, I choose to stop in moderation, not deliberately, but I will not forget at will, what has happened in life has more or less achieved you on the road of life.

Even if these two women are among the rebels, they are still out of the mud and not stained, not strange, but lovely. It's just that the origin of the woman is fateful, so red as a flower, I don't know where she will be in the future. Thinking of this, I was shocked to find that after experiencing life and death, I had more pessimism about my life and destiny.

I want a silent time, I knead my thoughts into the wind, lingering in your dreams, I wait for you, you will come, you don't come, I am not old. In the flowing years like water, waiting for the heart of a lotus, waiting for the person who cherishes the lotus to return from the horse, I have poured a whole city, just for you to come a word of distress.

At the beginning of the beginning, I only looked back with you for a moment and spent the whole time brilliantly, and later, you finally lived in my memory and hid in my heart. So, the more you like it, the more distant you are, and the more you like it, the more you like it incorrigibly.

Nan Ke made an appointment, the wind and the moon washed, the song that couldn't be dispersed was still there, the fate that couldn't come was still broken, he broke his thoughts, interrupted the payment of tears, updated again and again, day by day Q&A, who scattered his dreams, who took away the reading thoughts, and gave it back to you, sent the thoughts, went to the end of the world, jumped a class, both missed the fate, the single waited, the wind blew the tears, the snow swept the ground, who knew that it was for you to wait for the whereabouts, who asked that it was a confession for you to stay, I can't see me in my heart, I can't pick up the fate, etc.

The old things of the past are like drizzle falling spring mud, and there is no trace of the sky. Say goodbye to this picturesque Jiangnan, and when I go back to Beijing, I am still alone, floating in the powerful officialdom, on the cusp of the storm.

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