Fang Yin stared at one hundred and eight for a long time.

Sit there and don't speak.

And one hundred and eight is inexplicable, and he has already looked a little bit like that, and he is shy.

Then came anger, anger!

It's obviously sick, and the brain is broken!

There is no solution to the disease, and there is a stupid crazy dementia!

In fact, the boss of his own family has been in a bad mood recently, and one hundred and eight is understandable. When there is only justice and no mother's principle in this world, as a human being, we are bound to get sick. He was abandoned. One hundred and eight understands better than anyone that the root cause of this person's illness is because he is in love with a woman. Yes, it is a woman, not a mother, just as one hundred and eight is a male monkey and not a male monkey, people and monkeys are different after all.

One hundred and eight pointed and shouted, like a reprimand!

This is to mourn his misfortune and anger him, because one hundred and eight is also, and he loves him very much! And only one hundred and eight really loves him, and if one hundred and eight is a woman, then he must make a promise to make him smile and make him forget that woman, then his illness will naturally be cured, naturally.

It's a pity.

But even so, how can it be like this, like this, so depraved! For the sake of women, don't even brothers? Don't you want all those delicious and fun things? I just sit here in a daze all day long, and this makes One Hundred and Eight worry about him, how heartache it is! He is sick, and One Hundred and Eight has no medicine, so One Hundred and Eight decides to give up on him and leave him to fend for himself.

So one hundred and eight bounced away.

Bright light, faint scars, still pale, haggard countenance.

In fact, what really makes people sad is not loss, but choice.

Suffering from gains and losses, love and hate, the choice lies in the person and the heart.

Not all love in this world comes from hate, but all hate must come from love.

Hate is because, with someone took away the love.

Fang Yin didn't hate her, it was too late to love.

Fang Yin didn't believe it, didn't believe that she was so ruthless to herself. Fang Yin couldn't believe it. Fang Yin shed blood for her, shed tears for her, and gave up everything for her, Fang Yin never believed that she would be indifferent. She is a kind-hearted person, even if it is poor Fang Yin. And she hasn't come yet, she hasn't said it to Fang Yin in person, so Fang Yin has hope. Fang Yin sat for many days, only here, waiting for her. Waiting for her decision, her choice.

What is truly immortal is emotion, the unchanging heart.

She said that as long as you beat him.

She said I'd think again.

That is true.

Conventions.

She said that after the Mid-Autumn Festival, she would come to Fang Yin.

But after a month, it seems like ten years have passed, why hasn't she come?

The words in front of Sansheng Stone were still in his ears, and all kinds of things on the side of the sword test platform were only in front of him, but Fang Yin didn't believe his eyes, Fang Yin only remembered what she said, every sentence, every word.

Fang Yin was waiting, and he didn't go anywhere.

Waiting hard, looking forward to her, expecting her to come, but afraid of her coming.

It is indescribable, it is a matter of the heart.

It's late autumn.

It was past noon, and she didn't come, it it, it it, a horse.

It's Qingyun.

Qingyun stood there quietly, looking at it.

The big black eyes were stunned, and they were full of sadness and loneliness.

Qingyun has been running all the time, and it seems that he will never stop, but at this time, how can he be so abnormal?

Could it be that it is also pitiful, pitiful to this poor man.

Qingyun, huh?

Qingyun didn't speak, just hissed lowly, turned his neck, and silently looked into the distance.

That's Qingyun's home, could it be that something happened there?

Su Dao Chang followed, handed over a hoe, and said lightly: "Qingfeng is dead, you go and dig a pit-"

Fang Yin's heart trembled: "Dead?"

But when he saw that the man had gone away, he threw his hoe on the ground: "Buried." ”

This person is really unkind and tasteless, it is said that Qingfeng is his old friend, but he threw this drudgery to Fang Yin, just moved his mouth and left!

Qingyun has always looked down on Taoist priests, and Daoist Fang is not Qingyun's, friend.

Then let's go.

Valley in the Mountains, Happy Valley.

The horses gathered in one place, quiet and silent, sometimes neighing, especially the empty silence of the valley.

In the middle of the horses, on the withered yellow grass branches and stems and leaves, Qingfeng lay there quietly, his eyes closed and his face was peaceful, and his huge body looked particularly desolate! Qingyun walked over slowly, neighing and touching his head and neck lightly, grinding for a long time, the two big eyes were full of helplessness, Qingyun was a proud horse, and Qingyun was also a poor child.

Fang Yin watched quietly, looking at the incomparable attachment and reluctance, and felt a little pain in his heart.

The once vigorous posture, once running like the wind, once flying and fluttering like a flag, turned into this eternal sleep in front of me. No matter what time of life, in the end, it is inevitable to grow old and die, this is the common fate of all things, this is a heavy and helpless sigh. Qingfeng died, as if he was asleep, and the smell of death had long since dissipated, attracting many mosquitoes, flies, insects and ants.

A few vultures were hovering in the sky, screaming loudly.

They are all waiting, waiting to feast! Waiting for blood and flesh to wait for bones and fur, waiting for it to turn into dust! Of course, they will not do so, because the horses are guarding, guarding their king, countless mosquitoes and flies have already died for this, and the eagle vultures do not dare to fall, they are afraid of being torn apart for fear of being trampled to death! Of course, they will eventually get their wish, even if they bury it in the deepest ground, it will not be able to avoid it, and it will also be reduced to nothing.

It's the same, it's all the same.

It's just to send a wisp of sorrow, which is an unbearable pain that cannot be witnessed.

Fang Yin was digging, hoe. The grass is soft, but underneath it is cold and hard, and it takes a lot of effort. This is hard work, and it is also a task that must be completed, and Daoist Fang's body is now weak and weak, sweating and panting, and it is only a moment's work. A hoe, a hoe, a hoe, but it doesn't stop. Qingyun looked at him quietly, and for a long time, a touch of tenderness finally appeared in his sad black eyes.

Dusk fell, and Fang Yin was close to collapse.

The pit was dug up, but Qingfeng couldn't move, Qingfeng's body was as heavy as a mountain! Not a bit, not a single bit, couldn't move! Suddenly, there was a long hiss, and it was magnificent and very powerful, and then Qingyun arched with his head and neck, and the horses stepped forward and poked his head and neck one after another. Finally, Qingfeng's body lay in the dirt pit, slowly and slowly, little by little, covering the dirt.

until it disappears.

It is he who will bury you.

Yes, he is a useless person.

However, what he can do, Qingyun can't do.

Qingyun has grown up. Qingyun is the new generation of horse kings.

Qingyun stared at him for a long time-

Finally, he stepped forward slowly, resting his head and neck on his chest.

Just for a moment, sweat melts into emotion.

It was dark again, and the dry and cold wind swept endlessly between the heavens and the earth, and the trees trembled, and the mountains whimpered, and only for a moment the day and night alternated, and the sky was full of stars. Who is singing a desolate song, but it can't drive away the chill in his heart, and he leaves a lonely and lonely murmur. The green wind disappeared in the wind, the horses hid in the darkness, and only the green clouds accompanied Fang Yin in the dark night. Or that only Fang Yin was by Qingyun's side.

For a long time, for a long time, I can't bear to leave.

In this night, I smelled each other's gentle breathing and felt the faint warmth of each other.

Nestled together, dependent on each other, and the inexplicable sadness always lies in the bottom of my heart, as if it will not be dispersed, and it will eventually linger.

Forever.