The light of the sun touched the vulgar powder on the ice, revealing the crystal clear ice, a zigzag taproot of the snow lotus was inserted into the mouth of a human shape, and the roots crawled all over the face, a vivid three-dimensional picture appeared in front of the eyes of the cork Xiangxiang, and the cork Xiangxiang knew that this person must be alive, under the snow lotus of the flesh and bones of the living and dead, who can die!

God has the virtue of a good life, for this man who was buried in the snow, and deprived the beautiful youth of the snow lotus, what is the blessing of several lifetimes, infected with the tears and mercy of God, and the reproach of the earth beings who braved the anger of the heavens, sacrificing beauty and cultivating the ordinary!

There is no fruit that does not need flowers, and it has become a scar in the pure land deep in the heart of Cork Xiangxiang!

A flower that never withers, it can be cultivated in a few lifetimes!

Poor cork fragrance, away from home, leaving the cork fragrance in the arms of his family, red eyes, dripping tears of affection, not for himself, not for the frozen man, just because of a trace of reluctance to flowers, feeling the bitter flowers in the depths of his heart, involuntarily took out the fruit of tears, how can it be the result that the compassionate cork fragrance can be stopped!

The sky is affectionate, and the sky can only make a difficult choice between favoritism and process!

The inevitable tragedy is always repeated, and the tears of the sky have never stopped dripping, from thousands of epochs ago, to the origin that cannot be traced.

I can't determine the end, at what moment? But Cork Xiangxiang knows that it must be a moment when the sky is not crying.

The explanation of compassion is salvation, and the relief of suffering is help, at this moment, Cork Xiangxiang understands the true meaning of life, and anyone can be without him, and God will not tolerate it!

Snow lotus, its momentary beauty, the beauty of the heavens born jealousy, in exchange for the fruit, how can the cork fragrance not rescue him!

A guard: "Split this iceberg."

How long can Jianbing support the arrangement of disobedience to the will of heaven, how long can it support the arrangement of disobedience, and the broken ending is destined to be accomplished, without turning into tears, this is the reward and ending to protect him!

The present world newspaper, without the reincarnation of the obtained, turned into a shining crystal, so that the earth will be compatible with it, a more perfect life than the same snow lotus, the contribution of cold, the achievement of arrangement, how can it be compared to the flower that conforms to the shrinking of the climate.

The sound of even breathing came from the solid ice, and then began to violently asthma, stopping breathing, the moment came so timely, the cork fragrance knew, and the flowers were no longer silent.

A delicate face gradually floated out of the ice, and a knife-cut vertical line between the eyes, like an eye, slowly closed under the nourishment of the snow lotus, and finally only a red line remained, recording the past.

The two tightly closed eyes opened slowly, clearer and clearer than the eyes of cork fragrance, without the slightest distraction, clean as snow-white snow, without stepping on a single footprint!

Cork Xiangxiang saw his support, in vain, the dissolution of the body that had not yet been lifted, and laughed at his stubborn flutter.

With a clean "mother", Cork Xiangxiang felt embarrassed. The delicate little face, piece by piece in crimson!

Mom, Mom, Mom, the voice of anticipation from Mom speaks and expresses, he wants to come out, he wants to be free, he doesn't want to be bound by the struggle to be him who can't be expressed in words!

Cork looked at him and said, "What's your name?"

Oh then said, "What's your name?"

Cork Xiangxiang watched him learn to speak, and couldn't help but think: "Ah, it turns out that snow lotus can't treat the head either."

The ice is broken, the sun is not broken, and the rescue can only come to an end, he came out, his clothes are particularly torn, yo, there is still a pimple on the back of his head, which is very similar to the fragrance of cork, and can't help but rise, "the same is the end of the world" The feeling naturally brings cordiality.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

"I don't know".

"Excuse me, what can you remember?"

"Remember a pig".

The cork fragrance is as warm as ever, and I can only ask: "Why?"

Hehe, two words came from the laughter: "hungry".

"Mom!

Cork Xiangxiang asked unbelievers that there was something to eat.

Oh, trying to recall, the guy with the broken strings in his head found the unsolvable answer in the few remaining fragments.

"Pigs have four greed, "greedy, sleepy, greedy, greedy, greedy, not greedy will be discarded, how can you grow fat if you don't sleep, you can still crash to death if you don't greedy, don't be greedy for death and can't help yourself", four greedy and four not greedy, all quit is the "holy pig".

When Cork Xiangxiang heard this, she turned around and asked the guard to go back and get an air-dried leg of mutton, hand it to the handsome young man's palm, and continue to speak, Then you will be a "holy pig" in the future, just call it Zhu Bajie!

The sound of a giggle was accompanied by a voice of "Delicious mother, delicious mother"! There was no other expression! Speechlessness was greater than hard work, delicious was greater than everything, and the cork fragrance could only let the guards support the delicious Bajie and continue to set foot on the residence that would soon arrive.

Tidy up, tidy up, incomplete traces, the beauty of the blink of an eye, what you see under the foot of the iceberg, let the cork fragrance harvest a lot of knowledge, can't help but look at the sky, look at the top of the towering snow-capped mountain, calm down a little undulating heartbeat, embark on a distant journey, look back at the last glance, reluctant nostalgia and expectation, without any words to express, look at the sky and the clouds above the snow-capped mountain, know the attachment of the cork fragrance will soon date with it.

The arrival of spring, the cool season, there is no trace of the east wind that wants to change, from the side of Zhu Bajie, the striped robe between the fluttering clothes, the black and purple hard blocks one by one, the sound of the jingle bell is like the wind chimes formed by nature, handsome men and beautiful women, carriage guards, vast grasslands, snow-white snow-capped mountains, carrying the deep desire of the heart, in the eyes of Bajie The flashes of the partition, the trembling, the sound of "cold, cold".

couldn't help but let Cork Xiangxiang hold his palm.

A two-zhang size gate, dyed more luxuriously by vermilion lacquer water, three golden and brilliant characters appeared there on the gate, showing a little fluttering fairy, "five family view".

Heaven and earth, is it here, how can it be different from any place to see, the rain of roses flying in the sky, flying from the sky, wrapped in five houses into a courtyard of paradise, can't help but let the cork fragrance think, the legend spread on the grassland, the five family view, the fruit of life, that is a mythical legend, the source of blessing is not shallow, nothing more than this!

The departure of the guard with the carriage heralded the cork fragrance of a princess, and from now on, she had to maintain the needs of life as a maid, and the duties of the family, there was nothing that could not be done, and the burden on her shoulders could only be borne by herself.

I looked at Xiao Hei next to me, looked at the Bajie on the side, the world with partners, what kind of suffering can not be fun in suffering, lotus steps are small, the steps are less, from the real and illusory rose rain stringed, came to the "Five Family View" before, raised his hand and knocked on the tightly closed wooden door, and involuntarily looked towards Bajie again.

How can he call Xiangxiang's mother!