klisemfg 116 The Way Forward
116 The Way Forward
“Even the weather is uncertain, so who can guarantee that everything will not change?”
"Is there really any truth in what you say so easily?"
As night falls in Luofu, the neon lights on Xuanye Street are lit up from east to west. Kongming lanterns with candles on the arch bridge are slowly rising. People are still flowing in Luofu at night, and there are long queues at the street food stalls, which are bright and feasting. The meaning gradually became stronger, and the nightlife of this fairy boat quietly started.
Stars twinkled under the dark night sky. Jiang Fan was sitting on the tiles on the eaves of the Mingli Clan's mansion. Above his head was the Milky Way across the sky. Under the eaves was the courtyard that had been torn to pieces by the sword energy. The cracks in the bedroom were crisscrossed and nailed. The photo on the wooden board was smashed into pieces and scattered all over the floor.
The water of the lotus pond reflected the shadow of half a white moon, which vaguely formed a perfect circle with the half white moon in the sky. However, there were dark clouds in the sky, and the white moon always crossed and missed under the clouds, like They are people walking on two parallel lines, as if they will never meet no matter how they move forward.
Across the pitch-black darkness, Jiang Fan saw the street with neon lights flashing alternately at the end of his sight. It was bustling and lively, as if there was always an endless flow of people on the street. But under the white moon, it was lonely, with long tattered cloths covered by the evening breeze. The wind was blowing, and the stubborn half of the phone lay on the debris of bricks and tiles, and the screen was completely turned off.
This time it’s not the so-called ‘Sims’, it’s not the various hypothetical guesses in my mind.
This time Jingliu really left. When she left, her hand was still holding his collar tightly, but her eyes had slowly closed. There was no verbal anger, no physical impulse, only a drop of tear flowing down her face. The tears fell from his nose, and at the moment when the tears hit the puddle, Jiang Fan's whole body was wrapped in panic.
Jingliu's cold voice still echoed in his mind from time to time. The raindrops falling from the eaves from time to time hit the hilt of the long sword stuck in the soil and made a crisp echo. The red tassel tied to the tail of the sword fluttered in the wind. The cold moonlight reflected the dazzling light on the sword blade.
Jiang Fan stared blankly at the noisy street with lights and wine in the distance, his pupils reflected the colorful Luofu, but his mind went blank, as if there was a figure walking farther and farther away in the darkness.
what to do? Is there really no other way? There was no reason to escape the ending that frightened him?
She was about to leave, and left without looking back. There seemed to be no reason in the world to explain those problems, consciousness projection? Reincarnation? Is the Memory Star God Fuli causing trouble?
Even if half-truths and half- lies are mixed with 'truth', they will always be exposed in front of the people who love you. There is no reason in the world to block it out. Only by telling the truth about the Sims can you gain a chance of survival, but Is the 'truth' he knows so well just another kind of lie?
It turns out that he is really not the protagonist. Faced with all kinds of ups and downs and contradictions in love, he is not the creator who picks the sun and the moon in his hands, nor is he the god who punches the medicine man. Not everyone will be like the Black Tower and can accept it. Face that outrageous experience calmly, solve it, and overcome it.
Kage-ryu is very powerful. Kage-ryu's swordsmanship can cut through the sun and the moon, and Kage-ryu's sword energy can penetrate the sea of stars. However, Kage-ryu is not perfect. Faced with the current situation, anyone might be able to do something similar to her. The choice is to have a good sleep or be alone.
In fact, the reason Jiang Fan found was perfect. It seemed to be perfect. What memories gradually emerged after setting foot on Luofu, what clones were mapped through consciousness, but no matter what he said, lies are lies after all. How can the person who loves you... Can't tell the truth from the lies.
"The crematorium for chasing my wife..." He looked at the half-white moon and sighed softly. The red tassel on the sword hilt swaying in the wind seemed to be his mood.
He stared at the end of the sky without blinking, and did not slowly come back to his senses until the hour hand in the room chimed the hour.
At this time, the door of the courtyard was violently pushed open. Bai Lu stood on the steps panting with her short legs, holding a bouquet of bright roses and a cup of unopened milk tea in her hands.
"Grandpa...Grandpa Zu! The roses from Liufang Pavilion and the concentration tea from Xuanye Pavilion are both here!" Bai Lu held the bouquet and milk tea in her hands, humming and laughing as if she was taking credit.
Jiang Fan stood up and jumped down, patted Bai Lu's head happily and touched the dragon's horn without leaving any trace: "Well done, when grandpa returns victorious, I will use the secret method of my Mingchi Clan to help you grow taller. "
"Really!" Bai Lu was surprised, turning a blind eye to the dilapidated courtyard.
"Don't worry, your grandfather and I will never follow up on my words. If you don't believe me, go ask Jing Yuan." Jiang Fan picked up the rose bouquet and held the milk tea in his hand, leaving only Bai Lu's back in endless reverie. At this moment, Jiang Fan Fan's back was infinitely majestic in Bai Lu's heart.
After leaving the residence of the Mingchi Clan, Jiang Fan did not stop. Instead, he walked straight forward along the path to the Jade Realm Gate, running counter to the prosperity behind him and completely walking into the shadow of the building.
This multiple-choice question in life means that no matter what you choose, you will have regrets. The cat in the alley is free but has no destination. The dog in the wall has a destination but no freedom for life. The universe will not stop you from doing anything, and it will not even pop up something like 'Are you sure? 'Such a window.
What he needs to do now is exactly the same as before. Pursuing Jingliu again is undoubtedly a regional difficulty for him, but there are countless challenges in life. If you choose to give up because you find it difficult, then you will always feel that life All you see on this road is suffering, and all you gain is undesirable.
Jiang Fan's back gradually disappeared into the shadows of high-rise buildings. In the darkness, someone was laughing and someone was sighing, like whispering.
Half an hour after Jiang Fan left the mansion, three uninvited guests were welcomed into the Mansion of the Vidyadhara clan. The masked heroine headed by them jumped up the high wall nimbly, rolling and jumping all the way, like a nimble monkey landing gently. In the dilapidated courtyard, another man in black who was slightly behind her was not as cool as her. When he fell, he almost fell to the ground because he stepped on a pile of bricks and tiles, and a dog chewed the mud.
"Watch Tower, Watch Tower, I am Wo Long. Feng Chu and I have successfully sneaked into the Mansion of the Ming Clan. Everything is safe here, over." Wo Long pressed the voice send button in the chat box of his mobile phone, looked around and said softly.
"Hey, hey, hey... why do we have to sneak in like thieves... I don't care about the trash can of a spaceship... I was forced, okay..." Feng Chu rubbed her feet and complained softly. murmured.
At this time, the door of the courtyard was gently pushed open, and Heita stepped into the courtyard with elegant and calm steps. His eyes looked around, and his fair skin looked like a jade in the moonlight.
Her eyes passed over Wolong and Fengxia, and she began to scan everything in the courtyard. After looking around, the half cell phone lying among the fragments of bricks and tiles caught her attention. In the courtyard, he felt the cold and sharp sword energy in the air and frowned slightly.
"There was a battle here...a one-sided battle." Heita bent down to pick up the phone and looked sideways at the wide open red-painted wooden door not far away.
"I think it was Jiang Fan who fled out of fear of his crime. Before leaving, he killed a group of Awakening clan members... a tragedy of genocide... hiss!" Wolong pinched his chin and took a breath of air, "And he said that Jiang Fan He doesn’t know martial arts...it turns out this guy is hiding so deeply..."
"Heroes see the same thing." Feng Chu nodded affirmatively.
Heita ignored the Mouri Kogoro-like reasoning of the two, but looked down at the moving red dots on the phone screen thoughtfully. She walked towards the bedroom with the door open, and what she saw was various people who had been smashed to pieces by the sword. Planting furniture, she looked around and found that all the furniture in the room had been destroyed, and the crumbled paper on the ground could no longer fit together into a whole. She took one last look and wanted to turn around and leave, but her eyes were distracted by the broken pieces of paper. I was attracted by the thick book peeking out of the pile of wood.
.......
Hi, did you miss me? I am Kafka, and I will accompany you on the rest of your journey.
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