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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears. Ode to the Night, Eclipsed Song, Chapter 2, Forgetting the World

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    I canĄŻt stand it anymore and I feel so helpless!  I'm not here, please don't knock on the door. What's here is just a mind with a past consciousness, correcting and making up for the perfunctory work at the beginning.

    WhatĄŻs the difference between then and now? The past has passed, and now we are restoring the past to make ourselves willing. If we donĄŻt do this, we will feel very unhappy. This is the reason.

    Life there is a kind of sad and beautiful withering. In the mist, it seems like a flying flower falling in the sky. It captures some kind of Zen artistic conception. It's like being carefree when you shouldn't be carefree, and falling in love when you shouldn't be in love.

    Everyone's sincere warnings and dissuasion fell on deaf ears, and the insistence on going one's own way seemed sad and powerful. Between the world and the self, between rules and rebellion, there was no need to choose anymore, because the emotion of love is so blind and so illusory.  move!

    From that moment on, I no longer need to watch what others say or nag others. I donĄŻt even believe in myself. Only by completely cutting myself off can I be freed and rescued. Sacrifice for love is like martyrdom, where it emerges and blooms.

    Please read Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon on the Mountain again: I jumped up, and you didnĄŻt catch it (or you didnĄŻt want to catch it at all). Lying there, what was broken? You sighed: watch it disappear into ashes, and let the melancholy be buried.  Watch God roll the dice: life or death? If I don't have the chance to be reborn, you just lose a song: the tragedy in the palace of philosophy.  Those who live are lonely and those who die alone are no good, don't be hypocritical, don't have illusions, stop complaining, stop hating; the setting sun has set, and the setting sun has no sun.  The mountain on Shangri-La, Xinjiang: a rose grows.  The six hundred and sixty-sixth rose was named the Sunken Rose!  The only person who can be picked is a person who is trapped in love; blessing words: protect yourself wisely; words under the flower: can't help it

    A certain year, a certain day, a certain month more than ten years ago is like a broken pale memory - from the first day I was in the virtual world, I was destined to continue the inner demon's entry into the world and fight with the God of Time. Three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.  Sixty-five days later, my world stopped and started the day I lost you.  And pursue you!  Chasing you whose love is like a shooting star!  Continuously, falling, falling into the tunnel of time, the cycle of laughter and tears, joy and sorrow - do you hear it? Ode to the Night: Eclipsed Song, Chapter 2, Forgetting the World.

    ThatĄŻs a beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains.  There is a swallow lake in the forest on the hillside near Bitan, Xindian. You can see butterflies flying and dragonflies flying back and forth.  There is also the sound of insects and birds singing!

    If you donĄŻt plan to marry me.  I will go back to the United States to continue studying, or I may settle down in the United States. You, me, I donĄŻt know your true heart. You are innocent and mature, arrogant and free and easy, rebellious and a genius. Such a man makes me feel at ease and worried, but time is short.  Wait for me, I have my plans and dreams.  If you can't marry me, I'm going to pursue my life goals.  I didn't particularly listen to what she was talking about. I knew what she was talking about, but I seemed to hear the autumn wind blowing the fallen leaves across the sky, the cicadas chirped, and the wind picked up. It seemed like it was time to leave.

    Me, I have never thought about getting married. Maybe I am too young. I have just turned twenty.  Maybe I am not a person who gets married so early. All my male friends envy me for having a very outstanding girlfriend, but.  The feeling of too much beauty and happiness makes me want to run away. I donĄŻt have the experience of vicissitudes of life, I donĄŻt have the breakthrough of enlightenment, I donĄŻt have philosophy, history, music, and the galloping struggle of human nature. ItĄŻs not enough, itĄŻs not enough, IĄŻm not qualified to get married, Lan!  Let me think about it again.

    Say goodbye without any regrets.  Breaking up does not mean that we are no longer friends. Separating does not mean that we are unhappy. Separation is not necessarily wrong. We once loved this world!.

    Love is endless, take a step back, and the sky is brighter, but the authorities are obsessed with it, and there is no solution to a life involving emotions. There is no need to solve all the doubts, enjoy it, and let the emotions be free because love is freedom!

    (Wearing pajamas, the sun peeks out of the window. Looking out the window, the sky is blue. Drinking your favorite coffee. I havenĄŻt learned your love for smoking. Coffee and cigarettes have always been your favorite in the morning. Yes, Yue! I  Thinking of you, are you also thinking of me at this time? Before I went to the United States to study for my Ph.D., I traveled to Venice and Greece. You didnĄŻt come to the airport to see me off. I was very sad and couldnĄŻt figure out why. In fact, you were in the world of love.  It's carefree, so I left and you didn't feel sad. Why are you so contradictory and so rational?

    "I raise my sails in the port of Venice, but I can't lift your shadow in my heart. I wander freely on the shores of the Aegean Sea in Greece, but I can't forget the tranquility in your eyebrows, moon!"  Are you really not afraid that I will never come back and say goodbye forever? I remember you riding a bicycle and lying in my arms. I said you are not afraid of death, but donĄŻt drag me with you to see the King of Hell!  I remember you smiled very happily and said that if you gave me to the King of Hell, the King of Hell would be so happy. If the King of Hell dies, we will be free. In fact, I think the King of Hell might even call you big brother when he sees you.)

    Who is not sentimental about separation? I just hide it better. The more I am separated from the people I care about more, the more sentimental I feel. To a certain extent, I can only express one ten thousandth of it in my music.  ItĄŻs so sentimental that I canĄŻt express it in words!.

    The end of the land of ice and snow is Yan, and beyond it is the ancient mysterious realm of Ten Thousand Heavens, a world where mortals cannot move forward.world, until that day and night, my heart was hurt beyond its limit, that is, that day and night when I became a demon. I was no longer just a mortal, I had an extraordinary and possessed heart, and I could see this world isolated from the world.  Chongtian.  My body cannot enter Ten Thousand Heavens. What enters Ten Thousand Heavens is my consciousness. In front of me is an unprecedented world.

    Carved at the bottom of Lan's neck, there is a flag at the end that says "Universe and Heaven". There are two giant statues that look like gods. One is named Shan and the other is named Evil. Shan smiles when he sees me.  , evil saw me trembling, a pair of smooth and shiny hands suddenly appeared from the void, grabbed the two giant statues like toys, and placed them on both ends of Hikogu's scale across the sky.  It was her who stretched out her hand, and I couldn't help but wonder: Isn't this the introductory chapter of the Chronicle of the Universe? How could Pei Shan, dressed in yellow neon clothes, appear in front of me? Is this girl Lan real or just my dream? Is she beside me?  Is the woman you or her? Ah!  This? IsnĄŻt this the record of the God of WarĄŻs Spring Dream Record?.

    If your eyes look so sad, why not throw your sadness to me.  I'm afraid I'm so strong that I forget what sadness feels like.  Then, when I turn into the autumn wind, you also turn into the autumn wind.  When I turn into a love song, you turn into a love song too.  I look down at all living beings standing majestically on the top of the world, and you look down upon the world and slowly stand on the tripod of heaven and earth.  I picked up the Sword of Ten Thousand Wars and slashed at the Bell of Destiny. You picked up the Sword of Ten Thousand Battles and pierced the Lock of Time.  I laughed wildly every day in the years, and you pampered every moment in the time.  Wandering in the drizzle; I am too lazy to hold an umbrella, and you are too lazy to hold an umbrella.

    Wandering Wandering clenched my fists and sprinted, you stared at me in shock as I rushed towards some type of battlefield and said donĄŻt go!  I turned around and asked if I should follow? You asked yourself with a cold, blank expression what's the point of this? I was fighting with the God of Time every second and sighed when I was about to fall!  No joy in life, no fear in failure!  I have to fight even if I donĄŻt have a partner!  You said, how could it be like this? This is not the process or result you want, you just want to have peace of mind or happiness and peace!  I roared and said that my destiny would change now!  You yell back and say no, no, donĄŻt be lonely!  It was too late for everything, they had already lost touch with each other and lost their cognitive world.  Alone!.

    I didnĄŻt go to Chongqing, but I went to XiĄŻan first.  What difference does it make if a hollow man walks there? No difference.  The quality of this world has nothing to do with me. I am so helpless and so light-hearted.  Proud, proud!  Not of this world.  Crazy, crazy!  Not allowed in heaven and earth.

    IĄŻll wait for you. IĄŻll wait for you.  I am proud in your eyes!  In your sad eyes, I have the charm of a happy life!  The wind blows again and again. People have changed. Do you feel it? It seems that it has not changed, but it is changing every day.  Do you feel the wind blowing? The wind blows and makes your long skirt sway!  It has passed through row after row of buildings, between every breath, through every rippling mood, through the absurdity that lasts forever and ever, and it has also penetrated the heart of a person after Xianhua!

    Breathe, breathe, itĄŻs vast, vast, vast, the sea of ??people is so vast.

    Live in a small town, walk on the streets.  I often walk through the endless streets when the sun sets in the east, walking alone in the barren years, paying homage to the love of the lone walker.  Never born in the world but reading into the world, forgetting to practice it is not a haha ??style for lovers to talk about!  I hate dragging my feet but I love long views!  I have no opinion on the world but I am obsessed with breaking the boundaries!

    "Seeing Keats buried with regrets of love is like a nightingale's words: Youth is pale and terrible wasting away and then died

    Seeing that Davis, who is more affectionate than water, has two bodies, one is a creature and the other is a soul. When he saw someone singing "Please stop here for the beauty of the world," Mephistopheles appeared beside him.  Mephisto's nickname is: Devil.

    I said donĄŻt kneel down, I wonĄŻt be the leader of all demons, the enthusiasm of the words almost disappeared like a fleeting light, like an arowana swimming on the wrong shore, foaming at the mouth and struggling to death!  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.
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