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His own understanding of feelings, one of them, fell into their feelings. The feelings of the teacher's ancestors eventually became another kind of lyricism. "
Looking at the long road with white fog in front, it is full of mystery.
Suddenly, Fang Lang thought and looked at the sad person, "Senior, can you tell me who this man is?"
Stand up and say sadly, "Okay, tell you this much, it's also because of your relationship with your palms, I can see that you have your own ideas about the understanding of feelings, at least, the singer will let you know You stand in front of the mountain gate, protecting a woman named Su Yingying, squatting on the leaves in a secluded valley to practice, I know you, this person looks a bit fancy, but this is not a passion, at least, you really love your side people."
Fang Lang didn¡¯t expect that Xin Xin would describe these things as his sympathy, but think about it for himself.
"You guess that man." Sadly, "Maybe, when you get over it, I can tell you who he is."
The compassionate eyes are full of encouragement and jealousy, the encouragement is Yanyan, and the embarrassment is this kind of love.
Looking at his emotions, Fang Lang took a deep breath and sighed. "Everyone is sad, but real relatives will be lost in other people's emotional world. This is an illusory emotional world. It becomes a tool to prove Yan's feelings."
Looking back, Fang Lang looked at Sympathy and said, "Seniors, I don't know what else I can tell the younger generation."
Looking at Fang Lang, sad and silent for a long time, finally "The best advice is not to blame this kind of love"
Laughing, Yan Yanguang flashed a flash of "Yan Yan can become the commander of more than 100,000 troops in northern Xinjiang, and become one of the leaders without relying on hesitation. As a warrior, only an unswerving heart can defeat everything." "
Said, Fang Lang bowed to the sorrow of "the seniors, the younger generation will leave".
Watching Yan Yan gradually walk towards the white mist, Sadness suddenly said, "For three consecutive days, the wind was raging outside and the rain was pouring down.
The little boy woke up several times in the cold, stunned by the cold and hunger.
After several times, the little boy woke up and walked to the broken house. He looked at the heavy rain outside. She shook her little hands over her body, rubbing his warm face with her palms and licking his face.
His lips are a little dark and some are dry and white. On the mouth, they were dried out and had lots of holes.
Reaching out tremblingly, the little boy looked at it from the eaves. It seemed dirty and cold, and he only took a bite.
After taking a few sips of water, the little boy took back his hand.
The little boy wetted his hands to protect his warm clothes and looked around.
There is something ¡°clean¡± in a broken house. In addition to broken tiles that had fallen from the roof, there were some weeds and some bird droppings in the house.
A heavy rain drove away the dried bird droppings, and a strong smell filled the room.
The little boy started looking for it in the house.
He looks thin and even stunted, but his bright eyes are very clean and clear.
These eyes are very clean, there is some intelligence inside, some inside,
"He looked for it in the house several times, but he didn't find anything.
Finally, he looked at the weeds and a pile of bird droppings.
A pair of gentle little hands were pulled by the weeds for a long time. When his little hands were cut into some red scars by the weeds, his hands were all milky white.
This is a bird egg. I don¡¯t know how long it has been hidden in the weeds. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com