When people all over the world are looking for Mrs. Huo Junjian, Mrs. Huo is also looking for herself. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking for yourself?

Yes, find yourself.

When a person loses all support and affection, even if he is still breathing oxygen in the air, he may not be called alive.

There is a kind of life that cannot be left to live, which is called the death of the heart.

In fact, the heart is healthy, and it is more accurate and more responsible to say that it is lost, or lost.

The Lost Soul.

What is the soul?

It is not a carrier of reincarnation in fantasy, but a person's persistence and concern throughout his life.

Mrs. Huo's biggest attachment and concern in life is her husband.

Her husband is her soul.

Now, her husband has disappeared forever from this world.

Some people say that when the person you love the most is completely absent, you will be lost, melancholy, sad, and heartbroken, and then, with these emotions blended into a string of memory fragments, use grief-stricken tears to pay tribute to the pain of memory.

Mrs. Huo didn't cry, and she couldn't even see the sad expression on her face, instead, her eyes were indifferent, looking at the sunset at the end of the sky in the distance.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. Dusk is sad, it always takes away the last hope of the day so easily.

However, in Mrs. Huo's eyes, she was still as plain as water, or as cold as water.

On her indifferent face, without a trace of expression, Mrs. Huo looked too calm, as if she had seen the twilight snow of thousands of mountains, and the wind and clouds were light after a thousand sails had passed.

Not far behind him, Zhang Laohan's anxious voice was heard, shouting "Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang", Xiao Huang is a well-behaved puppy.

Zhang Laohan's wife died early, his only son was forcibly conscripted, and then in a war, he unfortunately died, and then, only a puppy was left, accompanying Zhang Laohan and relying on each other.

Zhang Laohan regards Xiao Huang as his own child, he loves him very much, at this time Xiao Huang suddenly left his sight, of course he was anxious, who knows that in this summer solstice when dog meat is pushed to the table by appetite, Xiao Huang will add a plate of deliciousness to some people's tables?

Zhang Laohan's steps were extremely hasty, and it could be seen how nervous he was about his little yellow.

Although, as a resident of the village in the eastern suburbs of Luoyang City, Zhang Laohan knows the roots of the more than 100 people in the village, and Tai also believes in the simplicity and kindness of the villagers for half a time, and should not do anything to his Xiaohuang; however, as the so-called concern is chaotic, when something is related to vital interests, people will always can't help but cross the bottom line of morality, to imagine the worst outcome, or to seek a so-called truth.

When he saw Mrs. Huo still sitting next to the stream that meandered around the field, his anxious face showed a hint of joy, but there was also a trace of hesitation.

As far as he knew, this frail but beautiful woman was called Mrs. Huo.

This Mrs. Huo seems to have been living in this village for a month, and she has been silent, and no one in the whole village has heard her say a word. Mrs. Huo's body seems to be full of mystery. She is so low-key, but she is often accompanied by a pair of handsome and pretty young men and women.

At the beginning, Mrs. Huo's health was extremely poor, and when she came to this stream to watch the sunset, she was carried by the beautiful girl, and then, as the days went by, Mrs. Huo's body gradually became healthy, from the initial back, to the support of the teenager and girl, and now she can walk on her own.

It can be said that all the people in this village have given Mrs. Huo's body the most faithful witness from sickness to health.

They really don't understand, Mrs. Huo has not been diagnosed and treated by a doctor, and she has not seen anyone go out to collect medicine for her, how can she come healthy out of thin air when she is so weak and fragile? What is strange is that Mrs. Huo may be in poor health and spirit, and she lacks the desire to communicate in words, but even the pair of young people who accompanied her are like gold, except for saying one or two words to the landlord when paying the rent on time every month, there is no language.

The reason why people can know that this woman is called Mrs. Huo is also because the tenant needs to be registered, and the young man next to her wrote the word "Mrs. Huo" on the landlord's notebook.

In such a situation, it is easy for people to wonder, could it be that in addition to the plague and flu that can infect the people around them, even the way of language communication will also be infected?

Therefore, so far, no one in the entire village knows the relationship between them, and can only speculate with common sense that Mrs. Huo and her group of three should be a family, otherwise, whose children are willing to stay by the side of a sick and weak lady as loyally?

Therefore, when many villagers greeted the two young people, they called "Young Master Huo" or "Miss Huo", and the two young people nodded with a smile without any expression of dissatisfaction.

However, Mrs. Huo's family was labeled as indifferent.

Therefore, although Zhang Laohan was anxious and wanted to ask Mrs. Huo if he saw Xiao Huang, he couldn't help but beat the drum in his heart, worried that he would be rejected indifferently.

However, he couldn't resist his concern for Xiao Huang, so he finally stopped beside Mrs. Huo and said softly: "Mrs. Huo, but I don't know if you have seen my Xiao Huang?"

Mrs. Huo's delicate face was slightly sideways, and she glanced at him, her eyes were a little dazed, as if even if this world suddenly fell into the eternal dark abyss, it had nothing to do with her.

Zhang Laohan sighed in his heart, began to regret his presumptuousness, and couldn't help but have the idea of running away, but when he caught a trace of Huo Ran's sadness in Mrs. Huo's eyes, as if he had lost Xiao Huang, he quickly fled, as if he wanted to break free from all the shackles of memory, even if there was an abyss of all evil in front of him, he didn't want to turn back-Zhang Laohan actually had a faint pain in his heart.

As if an invisible nail slowly pierced into Zhang Laohan's chest, he couldn't help but take a breath, took half a step back, and said, "Mrs. Huo, I'm ...... You ......"

Mrs. Huo thought thoughtfully, and then turned her face away. Zhang Laohan decided to stay away from this woman, otherwise, he didn't think he still had the courage to find his Xiaohuang. The despair surrounded by darkness, the struggle on the verge of destruction, will never increase people's fighting spirit, but the poisonous juice in the depths of the soul slowly corrodes and wears out all will.

Mrs. Huo suddenly said softly, "Are you looking for something?"

Zhang Laohan was slightly stunned, his old face was a little red, obviously, although Mrs. Huo was surprised when she spoke, he was not happy to be loyal to Xiao Huang's "thing" that accompanied him.

However, although he resents that his Xiao Huang has become a "thing", he has no way to refute it, after all, Chinese culture is broad and profound, and if he says that his Xiao Huang is "not a thing", then it is more embarrassing than a "thing".

He frowned slightly, and said, "Xiao Huang, it's the little yellow dog that is often by my side." ”

Mrs. Huo seemed to have cut off the network cable of their conversation halfway, and the message was interrupted, and she returned to her original silence and indifference.

Zhang Laohan sighed lightly and prepared to leave.

Mrs. Huo whispered softly, as if whispering: "Some things, why are they gone?"

Zhang Laohan finally couldn't bear it anymore and took a big step and continued to walk forward.

When he walked more than ten steps, Mrs. Huo slowly raised her hand, pointed to the stream that Zhang Laohan walked over, and said, "Half an hour ago, a dog chased a sparrow, stumbled and fell into the water, but I didn't know ......."

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Laohan had already turned around and rushed along the side of the stream, and then, not long after, he stopped his steps, stood there in a daze, and then, "poof", jumped into the water.

With the heart-rending old tears of old man Zhang chanting the name of "Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang", night fell quietly. A glamorous girl in a long green dress also quietly appeared beside Mrs. Huo.

Mrs. Huo rarely glanced back at the girl, a trace of complexity appeared in her eyes, and she finally sighed lightly and said, "Sister of the Feng family, your brothers and sisters will leave here tomorrow, and I will also go back to Guanwai." ”

The girl in the green dress was very surprised and said, "Madam, ...... you"

Mrs. Huo said: "The common people are like dogs, what is lost, whether it is a person or a thing, will eventually be lost."

Just like Zhang Laohan, he lost Xiao Huang who has been with him for many years today, he will naturally be very sad, but tomorrow, he still has to continue to live. Her eyes are still so indifferent, like a decadent old song, even if the world is prosperous, it can't lift the slightest ripple in her heart.

However, it is precisely because she has a persistent monument standing strong in her heart that she can let the waves crash on the shore and let the waves be magnificent, and she can still stick to the position of faith as a rock.

There was a hint of admiration in the eyes of the girl in the green dress.

An ordinary woman to the extreme, facing all the dreams and paradise of her life, it seems that the balloon that has been pricked by needles is completely shattered in an instant, this kind of pain and despair is definitely not something that any woman can bear.

The girl in the green dress tried to empathize, but as a result, she stumbled and quickly fled the wasteland of thoughts in a panic, not wanting to imagine it anymore.

There seemed to be a smile on Mrs. Huo's face, and she said lightly: "I think it's his wish to go home." ”

This "he" obviously refers to her husband Huo Junjian.

The girl in the green dress pondered for a moment and said, "Madam, can you allow me to reply to you later?"

Mrs. Huo nodded lightly and said, "Hmm." ”

Zhang Laohan's Xiao Huang was still served on the table. Although, Zhang Laohan is a little unwilling and unbearable, after all, the little guy who has accompanied him for many years, how can he be ruthless?

It's just that in this era of war, the general public wants to eat a piece of meat, which is often the great dream of generations.

In order to realize everyone's great dreams, or to make the best use of things, in the end, Zhang Laohan endured his grief with tears in his eyes and dedicated Xiao Huang's body. When the pot was boiling, the aroma overflowed, and the seduction made countless Dao Ha thorns get out of control and wet the land. Zhang Laohan bent his waist quietly, staggered, and silently hid in the night.

The simple and kind villagers did not reject Mrs. Huo's "mother and son" and others, and actually packed a small half bowl and sent it to their table.

The Feng family's sister walked out of the village without eating dog meat. Mrs. Huo didn't ask her where she was going, nor did she say anything to the handsome young man left in the house, but silently watched the figure of the girl in the green dress slowly walk into the night, and there seemed to be a faint trace of desolation in the depths of her eyes.

In a room with flickering lights, clean walls, and simple furnishings, Meng sat on the only chair in the whole house, his eyes drooping slightly, and his eyes were looking at his nose and nose, as if he was focused and lonely like meditation.

Since ancient times, heroes have been lonely.

Dream is not a hero.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, his figure is interspersed among thousands of flowers, the lights are bright and green, drunk and golden, and he sings every night, and he will definitely not be lonely.

What is loneliness?

Loneliness is by no means a time when a group of people take their mobile phones to surf the Internet and complain about various social phenomena Facebook is full of satisfaction and pleasure, but their own lack of traffic and can't log in to WIFI.

Loneliness is a kind of closure of the heart, people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out.

The key to opening the door of the heart is, of course, a key to unlocking.

In the consciousness of many people, the key to unlock the lock of a man's heart is nothing more than two things, beauty and wine.

In fact, this is just a false perception of people. The stubborn man is also unwilling to explain this beautiful misunderstanding.

Perhaps, this is also a good way to protect yourself.

"Give me more, it's better to understand me". This sentence is definitely said by a woman. A man's world is full of privacy and secrets.

Men, they don't need others to understand and listen, because they all know that privacy and secrecy are the safety armor of their turn to the battlefield of life, and you don't understand me is the foundation of my life and happy life.

The biggest secret of Mr. Dream is naturally that he is a time-traveling traveler.

As a tourist, my biggest job is just to see the scenery of the journey.

However, when one attraction is far away, the ship eventually capsizes, leaving you alone and drifting to a desert island. Here, it is impossible for a ship to pass by and save the people of this isolated island.

This became his final destination.

Here, it is a one-way journey of his life, with no coming and going.

So, it became his home.

With his affirmation, this family has relatives and friends, and they have entered his life and become the source of his life.

People don't always live for themselves.

People always have to guard something.

Just as, in his previous life, even if he could only stand in the darkest corner in obscurity, he guarded his motherland without regrets.

And in this life, in this life, relatives and friends are the things he wants to protect.

The ancients said that they were three times a day. In fact, on this day, Meng didn't save dozens of provinces.

He really couldn't figure it out, according to his past temperament, Fang Rushi hurt his father, hurt his brother Yu Qianbao, and with his decisive killing thunder and rage, Fang Rushi had a life?

And Fang Rushi is still alive and well.

Is it because he destroyed the whole family and then confessed to his generosity?

Is it because Fang Rushi's love has had a huge shock to him?

Meng sighed softly, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the door.

A glamorous girl in a green dress appeared silently at the door.

Sister of the Feng family.

"Three less. ”

The Feng family girl said softly.

Meng nodded and said, "What's wrong?"

The Feng family's sister said: "She wants to go home." ”

"Go home ......"

There was a deep melancholy in Meng's eyes, as if he was sinking and struggling in a swamp.

Home, what is it?

In his previous life, the motherland was his home, and this home could not be seen or touched, but whenever he thought of it, he could always easily arouse his enthusiasm, even if he died on the battlefield, he did not hesitate.

Here, home, he doesn't stay much in time, but he can also feel the warmth of "home" and the warmth of "home".

At this moment, he remembered his aging father's gray temples, his mother's loving smile, the flamboyance of the colorful butterflies, Yu Yu's atmosphere, Wan'er's charm, and Yu Qianbao's pride.

Meng couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead, it didn't burn, but it was okay.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that the Feng family's sister was looking at him with great confusion and worry.

Meng felt a little embarrassed, laughed dryly, and said, "Hey, that, that, you say, Mrs. Huo wants to go home?"

The Feng family's sister said, "Yes." I also feel that at this time, it is not appropriate for Mrs. Huo to go back to Guanwai, after all, many people outside are looking for her now, which is extremely dangerous. Meng Meng pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Going home is a sacred thing. We can kill people without depriving anyone of their right to go home. That's right. ”

The Feng family's sister's body shook slightly, and her eyes flashed, and she said, "But ......"

Meng Zhengse said: "In the past few months, your brothers and sisters have also worked very hard, so you can go home tomorrow." Mrs. Huo's place, I arranged for someone to escort her home. ”

The sister of the Feng family lowered her head and seemed to think about something, then raised her head, stared at classmate Meng, and said unswervingly: "Sanshao, this task, let's let our brothers and sisters follow up." ”

Classmate Meng looked at her and suddenly sighed softly: "Okay." Remember, once you've completed your mission, go home first. If the boss has an opinion, you say it's my order. ”

The sisters of the Feng family are young, at this age, what they yearn for more is to get rid of the nagging parents and protect them, go out to prove their growth.

However, the kindness of remembering relatives is the traditional feeling of the Chinese nation that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, even if it is the most rebellious and youngest heart, distant thoughts are always inextricably linked, inseparable, and constantly cut.

The Feng family's sister stared at him deeply, and then, silently, bowed deeply to him.