Pirate’s Infinite Wings

His own understanding of feelings, for one, fell into how they felt. The teacher's ancestral feelings finally became another kind of lyricism. "

Looking at the long road ahead of the white fog, it is full of mystery.

Suddenly, Fang Lang thought and looked at the sad "Senior, can you tell me who this man is?"

Standing up, said sadly, "Well, tell you so much, it's also because of your relationship with your palm, I can see that you have your own thoughts on the understanding of feelings, at least, the singer at the head will let You stand in front of the mountain gate, defending a woman named Su Yingying, squatting on the leaves of a secluded valley to practice, I know you, this person looks a bit fancy, but this is not a passion, at least, you really love your side people."

Fang Lang didn't expect Xin Xin to describe these things as his sympathy, but to think about it for himself.

"That man, guess for yourself." Sadly, "Maybe, when you get out of this mood, I can tell you who he is."

Compassionate eyes are full of encouragement and envy, encouragement is beauty, and embarrassment is love for this kind.

Looking at his emotions, Fang Lang took a deep breath and sighed. "All people are sad, but real loved ones get lost in other people's emotional world. It's an illusory emotional world. Become a tool to prove Yan's feelings."

Looking back, Fang Lang looked at sympathy and said, "Seniors, I don't know what else to tell the younger generation."

Looking at Fang Lang, sad and silent for a long time, finally "the best advice is not to blame this kind of love"

Laughing, Yan Yanguang flashed a flash of "Yan Yan can become the commander of more than 100,000 troops in northern Xinjiang, without hesitation, and become one of the leaders. As a warrior, only an unwavering heart can defeat everything. "

Said that Fang Lang bowed to the grief of "the seniors, the younger generation will leave".

Seeing Yan Yan gradually walking towards the white mist, she suddenly said sadly, "For three consecutive days, the wind is raging outside and the rain is pouring down.

The little boy woke up several times in the cold, stunned by the cold and hunger.

After a few times, the little boy woke up and walked to the broken house. He looked at the heavy rain outside. The little hand shook on the body, rubbing the warm face with the palm and licking his face.

His lips were a little dark, some dry white. On the mouth, they've dried up and had a lot of holes.

Stretching out tremblingly, the little boy looked over the eaves and seemed dirty and cold, taking only one bite.

After taking a few sips of water, the little boy withdrew his hand.

Little boy protecting his warm clothes with wet hands and looking around.

There is something "clean" in the broken house. In addition to broken tiles that had fallen from the roof, there were some weeds and some bird droppings in the house.

A heavy rain drove away the dried guano, and the room was filled with a strong smell.

The little boy started looking for it in the house.

He looks thin and even stunted, but his bright eyes are very clean and clear.

These eyes are clean, with some intelligence in them, some in them,

He looked for it in the house several times, but he couldn't find anything.

Finally, he looked at the weeds and a pile of bird droppings.

A pair of gentle little hands were pulled by the weeds for a long time, and when his little hands were cut into some red scars by the weeds, his hands were all milky white.

It's a bird's egg, and I don't know how long it's been hiding in the weeds. ..