The story of ups and downs is narrated, with the thoughts and feelings of a young man. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, the people or things that are still alive cannot compare to what is lost, because only they who live in memory can be transformed into eternity, becoming flawless and unshakable existence.

A gust of wind swept through, blowing open half of the window that had not been closed tightly when the girl in blue clothes left, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the room.

The little girl lying on the edge of the bed, holding her chin with both hands, flashed her eyes, and her foolish eyes gradually returned to their former agility, and walked out of the story told by Mo Xiaoxie.

Looking at Mo Xiaoxie, who was lying on the bed, because he had just recovered a little energy, regardless of his injury, told a story that was not long, but not short, Mo Xiaoxie, whose face was slightly pale, the little girl's heart couldn't help but sprout, and a strange feeling flowed in her heart.

"The boy in the story is you. ”

From a lower vantage point, the little girl could faintly see her golden left eye, which was obscured by her hair, and asked softly.

Nodding, Mo Xiaoye kept silent, maybe he was not in the mood to speak at this time, after carefully recalling what happened with Xue'er in the past, his heart felt tired like never before, and there was a strong sense of sourness stirring in his chest.

"I told you to tell you a wonderful story, but your story is not wonderful at all. ”

The little girl pillowed her head on the side of her soft arm and said dissatisfiedly, but her eyes became a little misty unconsciously.

"I'm really sorry. Mo Xiaoxiao glanced apologetically at the end of his story, the little girl who fell to the bottom, and said with a wry smile: "Maybe my story is like the life of an ordinary person, and there is nothing wonderful at all, but I think this story is incomparable to everything in the world." Even though Cher is gone, I still remember her, remember her kindness to me, remember her smile, and remember that she once existed in this world. ”

As he spoke, Mo Xiaoxie's originally heavy face gradually put on a faint smile, and an indescribable warmth rippled in his eyes.

"I'm leaving. ”

The little girl who had been watching the change in Mo Xiaoxie's expression bit her pink lip, stood up from the ground, and said softly.

"Sorry for the bad memories you have. ”

Seeing that the little girl's thin back was unexpectedly unprecedented, Mo Xiaoxie was slightly stunned, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

It seems that this story can only bring sorrow, and if grief can be shared with others, then he would rather bear it alone.

Mo Xiaoye turned his head, sighed faintly, and thought: This may be the last time he will tell this story to people, a story that is not wonderful and has nothing to do with joy......

Standing in front of the door, the ears with silky fluff appeared in the afterglow, and the little girl's white and red ears moved slightly, and she heard Mo Xiaoxie's imperceptible sigh behind her, and stopped in an instant.

In Mo Xiaoxie's surprised eyes, the little girl turned slightly sideways and whispered, "Thank you for your story, in fact, I still like it very much!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl trotted out of the pure white room with broken steps.

Mo Xiaoxie was left alone, raised his head and crossed a bright smile, and thought to himself: Probably it's not a terrible story, as long as there is one person who likes it, then ......

I don't know how I woke up, Mo Xiaoye only knew that when I woke up, it was already the next day.

Opening his eyes and carefully moving his arms, Mo Xiaoye found that after a day of recuperation, his body was no longer as painful as it was yesterday.

Slowly got up and walked out of bed, after a moment of dizziness caused by being in bed for a long time, Mo Xiaoxie's feet finally touched the ground again.

For some reason, in his impression, since he entered the cultivation realm, he has been constantly injured, and the most serious one is the one in the 'Forest of Ten Thousand Demons', compared to this time, the injury is relatively slight.

Stretched out his arms and stretched his waist, his bones crackled, obviously inactive for a few days, even his bones couldn't help but scream, squinting his eyes, enjoying the comfort of the muscles and bones ringing, suddenly Mo Xiaoxie's movements stiffened, and he slowly turned around to face the door.

The story of ups and downs is narrated, with the thoughts and feelings of a young man.

After all, the people or things that are still alive cannot compare to what is lost, because only they who live in memory can be transformed into eternity, becoming flawless and unshakable existence.

A gust of wind swept through, blowing open half of the window that had not been closed tightly when the girl in blue clothes left, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the room.

The little girl lying on the edge of the bed, holding her chin with both hands, flashed her eyes, and her foolish eyes gradually returned to their former agility, and walked out of the story told by Mo Xiaoxie.

Looking at Mo Xiaoxie, who was lying on the bed, because he had just recovered a little energy, regardless of his injury, told a story that was not long, but not short, Mo Xiaoxie, whose face was slightly pale, the little girl's heart couldn't help but sprout, and a strange feeling flowed in her heart.

"The boy in the story is you. ”

From a lower vantage point, the little girl could faintly see her golden left eye, which was obscured by her hair, and asked softly.

Nodding, Mo Xiaoye kept silent, maybe he was not in the mood to speak at this time, after carefully recalling what happened with Xue'er in the past, his heart felt tired like never before, and there was a strong sense of sourness stirring in his chest.

"I told you to tell you a wonderful story, but your story is not wonderful at all. ”

The little girl pillowed her head on the side of her soft arm and said dissatisfiedly, but her eyes became a little misty unconsciously.

"I'm really sorry. Mo Xiaoxiao glanced apologetically at the end of his story, the little girl who fell to the bottom, and said with a wry smile: "Maybe my story is like the life of an ordinary person, and there is nothing wonderful at all, but I think this story is incomparable to everything in the world." Even though Cher is gone, I still remember her, remember her kindness to me, remember her smile, and remember that she once existed in this world. ”

As he spoke, Mo Xiaoxie's originally heavy face gradually put on a faint smile, and an indescribable warmth rippled in his eyes.

"I'm leaving. ”

The little girl who had been watching the change in Mo Xiaoxie's expression bit her pink lip, stood up from the ground, and said softly.

"Sorry for the bad memories you have. ”

Seeing that the little girl's thin back was unexpectedly unprecedented, Mo Xiaoxie was slightly stunned, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

It seems that this story can only bring sorrow, and if grief can be shared with others, then he would rather bear it alone.

Mo Xiaoye turned his head, sighed faintly, and thought: This may be the last time he will tell this story to people, a story that is not wonderful and has nothing to do with joy......

Standing in front of the door, the ears with silky fluff appeared in the afterglow, and the little girl's white and red ears moved slightly, and she heard Mo Xiaoxie's imperceptible sigh behind her, and stopped in an instant.

In Mo Xiaoxie's surprised eyes, the little girl turned slightly sideways and whispered, "Thank you for your story, in fact, I still like it very much!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl trotted out of the pure white room with broken steps.

Mo Xiaoxie was left alone, raised his head and crossed a bright smile, and thought to himself: Probably it's not a terrible story, as long as there is one person who likes it, then ......

With a hint of tiredness, Mo Xiaoye finally entered a sweet dreamland, maybe he could meet Xue'er in his dream.

......

I don't know how I woke up, Mo Xiaoye only knew that when I woke up, it was already the next day.

Opening his eyes and carefully moving his arms, Mo Xiaoye found that after a day of recuperation, his body was no longer as painful as it was yesterday.

Slowly got up and walked out of bed, after a moment of dizziness caused by being in bed for a long time, Mo Xiaoxie's feet finally touched the ground again.

For some reason, in his impression, since he entered the cultivation realm, he has been constantly injured, and the most serious one is the one in the 'Forest of Ten Thousand Demons', compared to this time, the injury is relatively slight.

Stretched out his arms and stretched his waist, his bones crackled, obviously inactive for a few days, even his bones couldn't help but scream, squinting his eyes, enjoying the comfort of the muscles and bones ringing, suddenly Mo Xiaoxie's movements stiffened, and he slowly turned around to face the door.

The story of ups and downs is narrated, with the thoughts and feelings of a young man.

After all, the people or things that are still alive cannot compare to what is lost, because only they who live in memory can be transformed into eternity, becoming flawless and unshakable existence.

A gust of wind swept through, blowing open half of the window that had not been closed tightly when the girl in blue clothes left, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the room.

The little girl lying on the edge of the bed, holding her chin with both hands, flashed her eyes, and her foolish eyes gradually returned to their former agility, and walked out of the story told by Mo Xiaoxie.

Looking at Mo Xiaoxie, who was lying on the bed, because he had just recovered a little energy, regardless of his injury, told a story that was not long, but not short, Mo Xiaoxie, whose face was slightly pale, the little girl's heart couldn't help but sprout, and a strange feeling flowed in her heart.

"The boy in the story is you. ”

From a lower vantage point, the little girl could faintly see her golden left eye, which was obscured by her hair, and asked softly.

Nodding, Mo Xiaoye kept silent, maybe he was not in the mood to speak at this time, after carefully recalling what happened with Xue'er in the past, his heart felt tired like never before, and there was a strong sense of sourness stirring in his chest.

"I told you to tell you a wonderful story, but your story is not wonderful at all. ”

The little girl pillowed her head on the side of her soft arm and said dissatisfiedly, but her eyes became a little misty unconsciously.

"I'm really sorry. Mo Xiaoxiao glanced apologetically at the end of his story, the little girl who fell to the bottom, and said with a wry smile: "Maybe my story is like the life of an ordinary person, and there is nothing wonderful at all, but I think this story is incomparable to everything in the world." Even though Cher is gone, I still remember her, remember her kindness to me, remember her smile, and remember that she once existed in this world. ”

As he spoke, Mo Xiaoxie's originally heavy face gradually put on a faint smile, and an indescribable warmth rippled in his eyes.

"I'm leaving. ”

The little girl who had been watching the change in Mo Xiaoxie's expression bit her pink lip, stood up from the ground, and said softly.

"Sorry for the bad memories you have. ”

Seeing that the little girl's thin back was unexpectedly unprecedented, Mo Xiaoxie was slightly stunned, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

It seems that this story can only bring sorrow, and if grief can be shared with others, then he would rather bear it alone.

Mo Xiaoye turned his head, sighed faintly, and thought: This may be the last time he will tell this story to people, a story that is not wonderful and has nothing to do with joy......

Standing in front of the door, the ears with silky fluff appeared in the afterglow, and the little girl's white and red ears moved slightly, and she heard Mo Xiaoxie's imperceptible sigh behind her, and stopped in an instant.

In Mo Xiaoxie's surprised eyes, the little girl turned slightly sideways and whispered, "Thank you for your story, in fact, I still like it very much!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl trotted out of the pure white room with broken steps.

Mo Xiaoxie was left alone, raised his head and crossed a bright smile, and thought to himself: Probably it's not a terrible story, as long as there is one person who likes it, then ......

I don't know how I woke up, Mo Xiaoye only knew that when I woke up, it was already the next day.

Opening his eyes and carefully moving his arms, Mo Xiaoye found that after a day of recuperation, his body was no longer as painful as it was yesterday.

Slowly got up and walked out of bed, after a moment of dizziness caused by being in bed for a long time, Mo Xiaoxie's feet finally touched the ground again.

For some reason, in his impression, since he entered the cultivation realm, he has been constantly injured, and the most serious one is the one in the 'Forest of Ten Thousand Demons', compared to this time, the injury is relatively slight.

Stretched out his arms and stretched his waist, his bones crackled, obviously inactive for a few days, even his bones couldn't help but scream, squinting his eyes, enjoying the comfort of the muscles and bones ringing, suddenly Mo Xiaoxie's movements stiffened, and he slowly turned around to face the door. (To be continued.) )