(If you forget the plot, you can turn the first few chapters)

The day is like night, and the snow is drifting for thousands of miles. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is a lake between the mountains, and there are people on top of the lake.

One person cried and swept the world, and the other silently watched with mixed feelings.

Time is impermanent, thoughtless, and immeasurable.

Even if the world is old and the vicissitudes of life are like the wind blowing on the face, only a faint trace will be left.

Won't stay.

Because I saw too much, because I saw numbness.

But at this moment, time seems to have stopped, like an old man who has stopped and stood there quietly, looking at that scene that seems familiar, vaguely forgotten, but it is the picture that has been looking for a long, long time and touches the heartstrings.

It seems that the omnipotent time also has wisdom, and it also has countless pasts, and it also has some unforgettable memories.

He also used to have seven emotions and six desires like mortals, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows.

At that time, the old man gradually stopped, everything in heaven and earth was quiet without even the slightest sound, and Yingchen couldn't even hear his breathing and couldn't feel his distress.

The wind and snow dissipated, only the cry of Xiao Yingchen remained, and the cry seemed to transcend time and the present. Even, beyond the future.

"Why ...... cry"

The corners of Yingchen's mouth twitched slightly, squeezing out this sentence that seemed to be a question and a self-question.

He stood silently, no longer speaking, as if waiting, not as if waiting for the other party's answer, but as if waiting for his own heart.

He slowly raised his chin, the light in his eyes gradually rose, looking at the day, as if he was gradually enlightened.

But his body is also gradually getting older, and it is clear that time has stopped, and it can't stop the continuous decay.

After a long time, in the body of this boy, it seems that a Jiazi has passed, and most of his life has passed.

It's just that I was not surprised, not afraid, and not afraid. Instead, his eyes narrowed, he smiled, and held his head high, as if he had finally remembered everything, everything he wanted to remember, and everything he needed to remember.

But at this moment, the little Yingchen under his feet is also at the end of his life, and he has reached the powerlessness that he can't even cry or grieve.

They are like the two extremes of sentient beings, one follows old age and dies, and the other ends up according to evil diseases.

At the same time, the weeping wind in the distance disappeared.

It's like leaving here, it's like returning to the future. Another example is that the answer has been foreseen, and the final result has been predicted.

......

"It turns out... Be... This... Sample ......"

In the endless joy, Yingchen seems to ascend to heaven in bliss, spit out word by word.

But at the bottom of my heart, suddenly, there was a tingling pain. Before he could react, it suddenly erupted like thunder on the ground.

Like the monstrous waves after the waves, they are as fast as lightning and thunder, like storms and rains, like landslides and cracks, and they come with a bang!

"Ahh

Ying Chen's mouth suddenly opened wide, and he let out a terrible roar, and the pain burst out from the bottom of his heart like a flood beast, as if blood was flowing backwards, surging wildly towards the limbs and hundreds of remains, spreading all over his body.

In the end, it gathered in his mind again, and his face was red like a blood congested, and then he turned the color of pig liver, and his head was about to explode.

All this appeared very abruptly, and spread very quickly, Yingchen was in sharp pain, grinning teeth, eyes were full of stars, his body was spasming, and his toes seemed to be reversed.

It's better to die than to live!

The sharp sting pain was like the thunder that fell from the sky, splitting everything he had just remembered into ashes, leaving no trace.

"Why—"

Yingchen, who was in pain, immediately roared.

The roar was like a tiger coming out of the mountain, like a spring thunder rolling, spreading violently in all directions.

With him as the center, it turns into a circle of sound waves that are visible to the naked eye and shocking people. swept this heaven and earth, encompassing the entire frozen world.

Click, click

As he spoke, the world moved because of him.

The world ceased to exist because of him.

Ying Chen had a splitting headache, opened his eyes suddenly, and he woke up.

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Next Monday is the last of the first half of the year, and there is another time, in the fall.