"Look, your hair has turned white." Bai Ling covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. The brightness in her eyes made the strange feeling in Su Ming's heart become even more intense.
"You're still talking about me, so your hair has turned white and you've become an old woman." Su Ming pointed at Bai Ling and smiled.
As the two talked and laughed, they seemed to become more familiar with each other. On this snowy night, Su Ming felt a very beautiful feeling in his body and mind. He felt that time passed very quickly. Unknowingly, the people in the distance
The sky turned white.
That's not snow, but the rising sun.
One night passed like this. When the light from the sky enveloped the earth and snowflakes were still falling, Su Ming and Bai Ling came down from the tree trunk. After washing themselves, they looked at each other and smiled.
Su Ming didn't say anything more, but squatted down. Bai Ling's big eyes flickered, and she walked over lightly, and continued to lie on the thin back. A warm feeling vaguely grew in her heart.
This time, the closer Su Ming got to the Oolong Tribe, the more he felt some strange thoughts in his heart, as if he was reluctant to give up. Gradually, he became silent, but his pace involuntarily slowed down, and at the same time, he became silent.
I couldn't help but circle around.
Bai Ling lay on the back of Su Ming. Although she saw many recurring scenes just like yesterday and knew that Su Ming was walking around again, this time, she did not speak. Instead, she put her head on Su Ming's back.
On his back, I could hear Su Ming's heartbeat.
The song ends... When the sun is high and the day becomes dusk again, the snow in the sky is still falling, but the outline of the Oolong tribe appears in Su Ming's eyes.
Looking at the tribe, Su Ming put down Bai Ling and smiled on his face.
"you're home."
Bai Ling glanced at the tribe, and then at Su Ming. Her thoughts could not be seen on her beautiful face. She nodded silently, walked to Su Ming, and gently swept the
Catching the snow on Su Ming's body.
"Thank you...go back to your tribe earlier..." Bai Ling opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something more, but she didn't. Instead, she showed a beautiful smile, took a few steps back, and walked towards her tribe.
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Su Ming stood there, watching Bai Ling's figure gradually go away. Looking at the charming figure who turned back and waved her hand to him, his mind went blank.
As the distance between the two became farther and farther, the snow falling in the sky seemed to become an invisible barrier, dividing his gaze into pieces, and slowly covering the retreating figure, as if he had walked past.
A piece of ice, if you don't come back, you will never see the ice melting. Just like walking in the years, if you don't recall, you will never hear anyone sighing in those years.
After a long while, Su Ming shook his head, glanced at the Oolong tribe again, turned around and left. When he came, he was accompanied by Xue, and when he left, it was still the same.
The snowflakes fell on his body and hair, but they made Su Ming feel as if something was missing.
"Do you like it..." Su Ming ran through the mountain forest towards the Wushan Mountains. He frowned all the way, and what came to his mind was the appearance of Bai Ling.
"It feels different from being with Chen Xin..." Su Ming took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to get rid of this strange feeling that he had never had before. After calming down, his eyes flashed
, the speed became faster again.
When the sky was dark, the stars were bright, accompanied by the moonlight, and the snow that lasted for a day and night. In the endless falling, Su Ming returned to his home, the Wushan Tribe.
He had taken a look from a distance yesterday to make sure that the tribe was safe. When he came back now, he saw the tribesmen keeping vigil outside the gate made of giant trees.
The tribe was very quiet, and the bonfire in the center was still burning, making crackling sounds. Su Ming walked in the tribe, looked around, and finally came to the outside of Grandpa's house.
There was still firelight emanating from Grandpa's house, obviously it hadn't rested yet.
"It's Su Ming, come in." Grandpa's voice came out, showing a hint of exhaustion.
Su Ming gently lifted up the leather tent and walked in. He saw his grandpa sitting there cross-legged, his gray hair slightly disheveled.
"Grandpa." Su Ming whispered and sat aside.
"There's nothing wrong in the tribe, don't worry." Grandpa looked at Su Ming with a smile on his face. After gesturing for Su Ming to sit next to him, he raised his withered right hand and touched Su Ming's head a few times. His smile became even stronger.
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"It's actually on the third floor, not bad!"
Su Ming looked at his grandpa and slowly told everything he saw in the cave one by one. Especially when he talked about the skeleton, he clearly saw his grandpa's expression condensed.
"The sky is the sky, how can you weep alone...Grandpa, what do you mean by this sentence?" Su Ming frowned.
"The legend is indeed true..." Grandpa looked at the leather tent, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the leather tent and see the Wushan Mountain.
"The meaning of this sentence should be to ask yourself, compared with the vast sky, what else can I feel sad about... Or maybe there are other connotations..." Grandpa sighed softly, not knowing what he thought of, the words
Revealing the vicissitudes of life, he said slowly.
"As for the words of worshiping fire, grandpa doesn't quite understand it. You can see it, maybe it's your destiny." Grandpa withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Ming kindly.
"In one month, grandpa will go to the Fengzhen tribe. If you are outside at that time, remember to come back."
"Also, Grandpa, I rescued a member of the Oolong tribe in the Moon Wing's lair. Her name is Bai Ling, and she is the granddaughter of Barbarian Gong of the Oolong tribe." Su Ming nodded, as if remembering something, and added
Got up.
"Bai Ling?" Grandpa was startled, pondered for a long time, and asked Su Ming to go back and rest first. After Su Ming left, Grandpa's eyes showed a trace of reminiscence.
"Lesu...your granddaughter was accidentally saved by my family's Lasu...This incident may make you hate me less..." Grandpa sighed, and the reminiscence in his eyes became stronger.
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"The blood moon is ahead of schedule...and the powerful energy and blood that suddenly came from Montenegro that night...trouble is about to happen..." Grandpa closed his eyes and murmured, showing worry.
Su Ming left his grandfather's house and walked around the tribe. Instead of returning to his tent, he went to Lei Chen's home. Seeing that Lei Chen only had some scars on his body but was still lively and vigorous, he personally gave him some medicine.
Finally, I felt relieved.
Lei Chen was also quite happy to see Su Ming. He patted his chest and boasted about the scenes of his battle with Yue Yi. His saliva was splashed everywhere. After talking for a long time, Su Ming left with a smile.
It was already late at night, but when Su Ming's eyes fell on a leather tent with firelight not far away, there was hesitation on his face.
There is Liaoshou’s home and Beiling’s home.
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In these two chapters, Er Gen is trying to have something different from Xian Ni. Maybe you can feel it. I don’t know how well I wrote it, but in order to write about this first love, Er Gen racked his brains and recalled his first love...
It's a pity that more than ten years have passed and it has become a vague memory... In fact, I feel that the author is sometimes an actor, a director, and a screenwriter. In a short text, his identities are intertwined and changed.
Regardless of whether they are actors or directors, I think they will always remember some of the things in life that moved them over the years, whether they are sad or happy, these memories are precious and can keep them from being pale and allow them to play in the drama.
I enter it at any time, so I have a real feeling.
In fact, the same is true for the author. He remembers the touching scenes in his life, integrates them into words, and expresses them. I searched for a long time, but could not find the feeling of my first love under the bright moon, so... I made a rather bold move,
Ahem, I won’t say much more about this. Anyway, it’s just for writing a book...
Finally, when you see Ergen’s efforts, shouldn’t you vote for recommendation to encourage me?