Anle looked at him angrily. How long are you going to wait for him?
Ning Zhao said faintly that he collapsed until he cried and cried out to admit his mistake, and he climbed to me on his knees like a dog to admit his identity.
Anle gritted her teeth. She didn’t beg. She knew for a long time that she begged her brother. From that moment on, she never did anything again.
She stood there in silence, her long dress floated, her robe and glaze doubled, and her figure drifted away.
Then she turned and walked away without saying a word.
Ning Zhao casually said behind her that the distinguished guests in your palace are coming. I have sent someone to guard and guard the guests. Let the guests stay in your palace for a few more days. For the time being, she can’t stay in your misty hall.
Happiness didn’t look back. No one could see the trot temple. Her tender fists were quietly held together in the long sleeves.
Emperor, I won’t let you care, she said quietly in her heart
The smiling man who helps others and saves lives, she will not allow the sunshine in his eyes to turn into indifference, and guard against the man who is laughing and running in the cold palace, and she will not watch him collapse and destroy.
definitely not
Anle walked into the misty hall, where Chu Yun was greeted from afar and eagerly asked how it was.
The emperor won’t hurt him, right? He promised that if he is safe, he also knows that if he can’t be punished physically.
Anle gently took her hand and said softly, you should be calm and listen to me.
I don’t know why some sadness suddenly came to my mind, and I couldn’t see the rhyme clearly.
He promised that if Ann didn’t fight, scold or torture him, he would put a person who couldn’t be tortured into a world more terrible than all torture. He promised that if Ann was not stimulated, she would never be hurt, and her mind would never change greatly.
People who have not been confine in that darkness for a long time will never know how terrible the darkness is.
If you think that he has lost his mind, he tries hard to stay awake and calm, saying to himself over and over again, don’t worry, don’t be angry, Ning Zhao can’t do anything to you.
But the darkness has stretched out its hand for a long time and can’t see any trace in the virtual, as if the darkness is never exhausted.
He knows that this kind of shouting is a futile effort to beat the wall and knock on the door. It is a pain to die and make people laugh. But it seems that for so long, the darkness is endless enough to slowly wear away a person’s intellectual fortitude.
How long has it been? Is it a hundred years or two hundred years? What about the people he loves and cherishes? Where is the rhyme? How worried and anxious should she be? What will happen if she is in a hurry and would rather show up the conflict?
My heart ached, I wanted to shout her name, clenched my fists and tried to suppress my madness.
He tried to smile on his lips until his face was stiff and his spirit was exhausted, but the darkness made him sleep forever.
It’s too cold and lonely around, and even the breathing sounds are clear and loud, which makes my heart tremble.
He slowly huddled in the corner, slowly made a hug with his arms, and counted the sheep slowly in his posture. He threw away all his thoughts and simply counted the numbers mechanically.
One, two, three, four, nine, two hundred and thirteen, two hundred and fourteen, three hundred and fifty-two.
When do numbers get confused and thoughts get confused?
In order to prevent long-term darkness and loneliness from driving him crazy, he desperately recalled when the earliest memory of childhood was when he recognized the first word, read the first word, and had a crush on a lesbian for the first time.
When I came to this unreal world, I opened my eyes for the first time and saw the splendor of the scene. What did he say about sex for the first time? When I first saw my mother, her eyes were worried and I still remember clearly the first time I saw rhyme yesterday.
If there is a dry groan in his throat and he calls a name that he can’t hear clearly, don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it, and finally have to remember it.
Yunyun, what was she suffering when he was enclosed in this horrible darkness?
rhymes in literary composition
If the earth is singing, in memory, the songs are sung as loudly as he can, and the sound is bounced back by the cold walls around in this lonely and closed dark world.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Your suspicion will turn into hatred. Your fear will turn into anger. Your pain will make you hate the world many times and repay others many times.
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t let the worst side of human nature knock you down in this darkness.
But it is so difficult to endure not to become a monster in this desperate world.
There is no wind, no light, no sound, and you have been abandoned by the world. Why should you pity the world?
If you close your eyes, don’t think, don’t miss and don’t recall, you are singing like crazy. Those beautiful love teenagers want to be magnificent and bold, and they are sad and sad, but they can’t remember what the song is about.
In the dark corner, my heart sneers at what I came to this empty world, what I want to be a rich and idle person, but I am caught in this endless conspiracy and struggle, and what I sincerely do to others but am rewarded with the poison trap.
What have I done wrong? What do I owe others? Why do I want others to sacrifice me? Why should I be tortured in this hellhole?
Why don’t you support me? Why don’t you turn a victim into a killer? What is the Buddha, but you fantasize that you can throw your strength at life? Why don’t you let the snow man die? That’s what they are responsible for. Why don’t you go to this terrible place to oppose that glistening guy? Why don’t you turn him into Xiao Yi in vain? Otherwise, it’s me who decides the life and death of thousands of people at the highest level in the country now, and I’m not being helped to decide the future by others here.
What, what, you’re not Salvation Gui, you’re not a saint, why do you want to strengthen your ridiculous butcher’s knife in this law of the jungle world? You’re still chanting Amitabha, and you’re not a child anymore. Why do you have to believe in the world?
Still a fairy tale, believe that good people will be rewarded and bad people will be punished. Journalists should do good things and not do bad things.
If you shake in the dark,
In the dark, the craziest thoughts and the most secret thoughts grow in the darkest corner of people’s hearts. No one is a saint, and no one always shines. These terrible thoughts make him scream in his heart, don’t be crazy, don’t think about these things, and don’t let some people say that their minds don’t become what some people think.
But what efforts want to be firm, but still can’t restrain the trembling of the body? What efforts want to be light, but it is like a joke in this dark world.
He doesn’t know how long he has been strong. He doesn’t know when he finally broke down and rushed forward. He was hit by a cold wall, but he still patted the wall and kicked his feet.