In fact, she had already discovered this problem when she first came to this world, but she had not considered it carefully at that time. However, now you have to put this problem in front of you, and for the first time

She endured so much trouble and thinking at once.

She didn't know how she got back through what happened along the way, and she also forgot how many mountain roads she had walked, how many rivers she had crossed, how many different kinds of people she had seen, and how many people she had experienced.

, the road is slowly long, deserted, and it is sad to see no one on the mountain road for dozens of miles.

It's like a lone ranger, walking silently on the road. It's not that he doesn't meet people, but that for him, there is no difference between people he meets and people he doesn't meet, because his whole brain and body

They have all invested themselves in this magnificent circle and very tragic thinking.

What's going on here?

Why am I?

What made him become what he is now?

In what direction will he develop in the future?

Will this world end?

The martial arts gym made no sense, no sense, no clues, no order, all the questions flew into his mind! His mind was now a mess, and he didn't know where to start.

Only the skin of her legs that was still upright and the memory on the skin and muscles controlled her legs and entire body to move forward like a control machine.

Step by step, he now looks like a walking zombie, with his head lowered, his hands on his chin, and his eyes unable to look at the road ahead. He doesn't even know if all the roads he is taking are right or not.

Her brain had already flown to the sky, and she didn’t know what she was thinking about. It said that the afternoon went until evening, and she walked for several hours before walking home. The sun was like a little follower, following her all the time.

, of course it is getting closer and closer to the horizon, and the light emitted is getting less and less.

"Look at the sky, it's getting darker and darker!"

She looked at the gradually changing colors of the sky and muttered to herself.

I don’t know what it means or who I am talking to.

Anyone passing by who looks in my direction will see a man in blue clothes on the road filled with yellow sand and in the middle of the purple-red soil.

He has long flowing hair, but it is not completely tied up. On his feet, he wears a pair of beautiful embroidered shoes that are different from his identity. They are blue.

He seemed to have just taken a shower today, and his whole body was wet. Then he sprayed some perfume and rouge from nowhere, and his whole body was exuding his own fragrance.

The sky is getting darker little by little, and the purple-red roads have changed from bustling with water to sparsely populated, and then gradually become deserted. In the end, not even a little light is left.

He had to find a way to light it himself.

But she didn't care, he still walked step by step as before, because he knew that after climbing many more mountains and crossing many roads, he would see those people who had been waiting for him.

You will see those yellow lights left for him.

Their house is not in a bustling downtown. The terrain there is also very remote, and there are not many people there, so they don't need it. Their yard is very large, but every night there is only

Place a revolving lantern at the gate of the yard.

And once it's past midnight, it gets very dark.

But they will not lose their love for him just because the light becomes very dim.

I feel like I like him even more like this. Although he is very small, he is big enough to look at! Every time when he is busy outside until late at night, or comes back exhausted, this little revolving door of yours

, is always the first one waiting for him here! No matter what kind of grievances he has experienced outside, what kind of evil he has seen, what kind of dark things he has experienced, it seems that as long as he sees that little bit of fire, he

His mood will get better! Maybe, it’s because this little light accompanied him through the period of time when he needed the most care from others! It was when she was sick a few days ago! At that time, she thought that she was alone every day.

She was about to die, but Chen Xuan came back every night and brought him new hope. They knew acupuncture and treated her, which gave her a moment of relaxation. Then when she got up the next day, she had a whole

Days of pain and suffering! She would have constant fevers and coughs, and I would have to sleep for a long time every day. If it weren’t for the old Chinese doctor who made fresh medicinal porridge every day, and then drank it bit by bit, looking back, I wouldn’t have

It will take a while.

It will be very clear to remember that on the shabby table with different colors, there is a beautiful and clean bowl, and a beautiful little oil lamp next to it! Those are specially prepared for him! Then every night, she

I would keep coughing and couldn't sleep all night long.

Chen Xuan was not at home almost every night. He always gave himself things to look for antidotes, or went to seek medical advice. Later, he became even busier. He met the homeless people and two children, Fang Yan and Fang Che.

, he has even less time to come back to see her. Sometimes, he can only come back once a day! He also knows that there are busy people around her, so he is not very willing to disturb them, so he has to do it by himself

Take care of yourself and adjust yourself. At this time, he will always get up and light the weak light.

In this light, he wanted to find himself a medicine bag or go out to look at the stars, blowing the cool wind, waiting for dawn or waiting for him to come back.

Finally, a light with only a little brightness appeared in front of him. He knew that he was home. She instinctively looked for people she knew, but found that none of them came back! "Are they two busier than me?

"

She ran over to the old Chinese medicine doctor again and asked the old Chinese medicine doctor. His answer was the same.

Yan Keyun originally wanted to wait, but he was too tired today, so he left a piece of paper on the table, closed his room, and fell asleep.

I don’t know when that person came back or whether they saw the note.

The next morning, they both fell asleep, sleeping soundly and soundly. At about three o'clock in the morning, the two of them got up from the bed one after the other.

I didn't have much appetite for breakfast, so the two of them ate something casually, and then each of them prepared a glass of wine for themselves.

Just do it on a table at home and start chatting.

In fact, that table is the chapter he made every day when he was sick.

The two men started talking about this after each took a sip of wine.

It turns out I saw her last night and knew exactly what she wanted to say.
Chapter completed!