Apocalyptic Forecast

"I don't know about this."

The old man shrugged helplessly: "I can't quite understand the specific mechanism, but the things you take out can definitely help you-if you don't understand, you will take it, I believe it will be used soon. "

"……Fine."

Huai Shi put away things, and said with some anxiety: "Actually, my main purpose is not for this."

"Yesterday's phantom, right?"

The old man nodded his head clearly, and apparently had already penetrated the ghost marks of Huai Shi on his body, which made Huai Shi relieved and looked forward.

"It's really troublesome, when the ideal country is still there, it should be able to get through the rainbow bridge directly when it is done-"

The old man scratched his head, pondered for a long time, and suddenly snapped his fingers.

The scenery outside the window changed suddenly, as if coming to the snowy mountain.

"Okay, you go out." She said: "You should be able to see it when you go out."

Huai Shi got up suspiciously and pushed the door in, but he saw the snow mountain outside that he had known, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he soon reacted. Wasn't this the snow mountain that he came to when he entered the night of the witch?

When he turned around, he found that the hut behind him had disappeared.

So he walked forward and walked along the narrow road, past the cave where he once woken up, and crossed the place where the hyenas once fought.

Eventually, his footsteps stopped by the river.

When he looked down at the waves in the water, he saw his reflection. It is no longer the appearance of the former Husky, but has become his own.

Is just that strange, making him difficult to distinguish.

In the reflection, the appearance of the teenager has not changed, but ... the meaning between the eyebrows is different from before.

Feels like a new life.

As if with a faint firelight, the black eyes are quiet and deep, sweeping away the tenderness revealed by age.

Even if it is the same face and the same expression, no one can be regarded as a child.

Unconsciously, he seems to have changed, but it seems not.

Just became different from the past.

May just grow.

Slightly, slightly, slightly so mature.

When a wave of ripples slowly drifted past, the reflection of Huai Shi slowly changed, showing the outline of what he used to make him stunned.

This is yesterday's phantom.

Is very different from today.

What made him even more shocked was that a sound of blisters bursting out of consciousness. Then, in a trance, the fragments of broken memories in the memory reappeared from the darkness, re-closed, and filled every inch of the vacancy.

Those childhood memories that have been lost have been recovered, not only that, but they are still digging forward and extending.

Until the end, from birth to now, everything is vivid.

The child who once walked alone on the street carrying a cello seems to have become completely different, but what is still the same, throughout his short seventeen years, and will continue to return to continue ...

The past, the present, and the future.

He is still alive.

For a long time, for a long time, Huai Shi couldn't help but take a long breath.

Did not spit out plasma sparks and destroy all breaths, but he felt that the restlessness and depression in his chest were drawn away from his heart with his exhalation.

A refreshing coolness spread as he breathed in his lungs, making him unable to stretch his body and hearing the crackling sound inside.

Seemed to finally reach maturity from the long seedling stage, the sacred mark of the mountain ghost was growing rapidly, and finally, a heavy dark green color overlapped in the crack in his chest, as if to bloom.

"Isn't this a little bit different?"

Huai Shi bowed his head, staring at the former self in the reflection, could not help grinning, and gave a thumbs up to the former self:

"Come on, Huai Shi!"

So, the teenager in the reflection smiled and raised his thumb, and gave encouragement to himself in the future.

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In the cabin where the trace disappeared, the girl who had been relying on the window from the beginning to the end looked at someone looking silly at the reflection, and couldn't help shaking her head and sighed.

"There is no sense of existence at the end."

Fu Yi shrugged helplessly, "It feels quite in line with what my people set."

"Evolution has always had side effects, it should be good after leaving here."

Compared to this, the old man beside her was quite surprised at another thing: "Isn't it sublimated?"

"Is my estimation wrong?" She meditated, "hosting the operation of the Silver Sea, even if you only have such an experience, it should be enough to complete the sublimation."

"Hmm? That seems to be floating?" Fu Yi stunned: "I thought I had a cold ... Isn't it the result? Ah, I feel like I missed a lot of money!"

"... If it is not your own consciousness that refuses to change, sublimation will not stop."

The old man saw through Fu Yi's disguise at a glance, but it was not unpleasant, but just curious: "It is rare to insist on the status of his ordinary people to such a degree. Is it that you hate the sublimator? "

"No, I'm quite envious."

Fu Yi thought for a moment and said seriously: "But that kind of ... superficial envy, can you understand? I think it is more convenient to be an ordinary person than a sublimator."

Envy, desire, desire.

This kind of emotion is true, but at best it is just the kind of emotion that is sent across the TV. It is like admiring handsome explorers, respecting those who become heroes, enviable those who are active in the gunfire and rain, and can also take care of the smoke The role is the same.

She knew she could never be such a person, she didn't have that kind of talent, and she didn't have the dream that she could achieve.

Although occasionally there will be some small impulses, but in the final analysis it is just like that.

"What's wrong with the children now? One or two are either frightening or sensible that people can't stand it." The old man raised his eyebrows: "I thought ..."

She was silent for a moment and said seriously: "You will need some change."

"I actually think so."

The girl sighed softly: "But I found out not long ago that in fact, the last thing I want is change."

She doesn't need to change.

Even if the relationship between father and mother is broken, the two divorce, even if the mother intends to remarry, and have a child ...

Even though many times her efforts have not been rewarded, she has made reality and the scenes she expected farther and farther away.

World affairs can't be as satisfactory.

But she can understand it.

Belongs to her, this reality is perfect enough, all cause and effect are destined, everything is in fact a long time ago, it doesn't need her to add more.

Even if it is difficult to accept, it is not an excuse to resist and deceive yourself.

She just needs some time, a little space of her own, and a place where she can temporarily escape everything.

Has a friend who can help her get away from it all.

Like running away from home, one day I will look back at the way back. She knew this well and did not intend to delay the day too far.

Just a moment.

As long as a short night of freedom, she can go back and face everything she needs to face.

Like a child away from home, he will play wildly, let go on the streets, run, and try everything that his parents don't allow.

This is her free night.

Now, the night of the witch is over.

She should go home.

Even if the world outside is magnificent and huge.

"I understand."

The old man laughed softly and touched her hair lovingly: "You are stronger than I thought ... But, are you sure that you really don't need my help?"

Said, she glanced out the window, and the smirking teenager by the river shook her head and sighed: "When you encounter this kind of person who doesn't know whether it's a strange brain circuit or a born scumbag, won't you understand it even in the end of the world?

"no need."

Fu Yi withdrew his gaze from the back: "I changed my mind."

"Ok?"

"He is really a good friend, better than I expected ..." She was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Unfortunately I am not."

It is too easy to deceive such a person.

Fu Yi has a deep understanding of this.

As long as you smile at him, he will smile at you, as long as you are his friend, he will not have any precautions against you ... As long as you ask, he will give.

Do whatever it takes.

Never disappoints.

Because of this, she didn't want to speak out her most embarrassed request.

Will he agree? No, I should ask, will he refuse? Then, will he be loyal to this relationship? No, would he betray?

Then what?

Will I be happy?

Most importantly, will he feel happy?

Is this wrong?

Isn't love mutual?

Unilateral request and unilateral dependence, is it not like a beggar?

If you think about it carefully, from before to now, she seems to be constantly trying to rely on others.

Rely on the father's doting, rely on the mother's support, rely on their own appearance to get loved, rely on their own authority to ignore the rules, and then rely on their own clever words to get friends ... In the lonely time.

Maybe she is good at this, maybe no one will say anything even if you rely on others.

But I don't know why, she doesn't want to rely on those things anymore.

Is just looking at the back view outside the window. As long as you compare with each other, you can know that the parasites generally live without happiness.

Is just begging ...

In the silence, it seemed that she was aware of the girl's loss. The old man lifted the box in his hand and handed it over: "Smoke?"

Fu Yi reached out, but the box was retracted.

"Do not give."

The old man grinned and patted her head like a child's prank succeeded: "You are still a child, drink tea."

Came to Fu Yi with a fragrant teacup.

"Evelyn."

Said the old man suddenly.

"Ok?"

"My name is Evelyn, Evelyn of the Chaschel family."

The old man smiled and told her: "The registration name is called [Cycle]. Although it is a little late to introduce myself, I hope to be your friend."

"me……"

Fu Yi froze for a long time, for a long time, lowered his head, his eyes were fumigated by water vapor, as if some redness: "My name is Fu Yi, I rely on ...

"Fu Yi ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I know."

The old man stretched out his hand firmly, took her palm, shook it, and nodded happily: "Then we are friends, please rely on me with confidence, even if our time is so short.

She paused, her expression became solemn, solemn and dignified, Shen Sheng replied: "So, at the end, I have a question to ask you—"

In the disturbing short silence, the corner of her mouth suddenly lifted, showing a gentle smile:

"--Did you have fun?"

Fu Yi Leng stayed in place for a long time, nodding hard.

"Ok!"

Then, the smile became relieved, full of joy and satisfaction.

The old man reached out and gently embraced the girl in front of him.

"Then smile, come on, my friend."

She kissed the girl's forehead and said softly, "I hope we can meet again from the source after a long time."

You are about to embark on your own journey, and I will return to my own destination.

But before then ... "

She squeezed her eyes, as if the child was preparing for a prank, smiling and telling her: "I prepared a surprise for you--"

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