Pursuit of the Truth

"You look at your hair, it has become white." Bai Ling cover his mouth and smile, the brightness inside the eyes, so that Su Ming's inner feelings are more and more intense.

"I also said that your hair has not become white, become an old woman." Su Ming pointed to Bai Ling, smiled.

When they talked and laughed, they seemed to be more familiar with each other. In this snowy night, Su Ming felt that his body and mind had a very good feeling. He felt that time passed quickly, unconsciously, in the distance. The sky is white.

It is not snow, but the beginning of the sun.

One night, it was like this. The light on the curtain shrouded the earth. When the snow was still falling, Su Ming and Bai Ling came down from the trunk. After washing it, the two smiled.

Su Ming did not say anything, but squatted down, Bai Ling's eyes flashed, and walked lightly, and continued to lie on the thin back, a warm feeling, faint in her heart.

This time, Su Ming is closer to the Wulong tribe, and the more he feels that there are some strange thoughts in his heart, it seems to be disappointing. Gradually, he is silent, but his footsteps are involuntarily slowing down. Can't help but wrap around the circle.

Bai Lingying is behind Su Ming, although she saw a lot of recurring scenes like yesterday, knowing that Su Ming is wandering around, but this time, she did not open her mouth, but put her head on Su Ming. On the back, listening to Su Ming's heartbeat.

The end of the song is scattered... When the sun is hanging high, the day is again at dusk, the snow of the sky is still under, but the outline of the Oolong tribe appears in the eyes of Su Ming.

Looking at the tribe, Su Ming put down Bai Ling and smiled on his face.

"you're home."

Bai Ling glanced at the tribe and looked at Su Ming. On the beautiful face, she could not see her thoughts. She nodded silently and walked over to Su Ming’s body, gently sweeping with her white hands. The snow on Su Ming.

"Thank you... I went back to your tribe earlier..." Bai Ling seemed to want to say something more, but did not say it, but revealed a beautiful smile, stepped back and walked toward the tribe belonging to her. .

Su Ming stood there, looking at Bai Ling's figure and drifting away, looking at the time and turning back to his own waving eyes, his mind was blank.

As the distance between the two people became farther and farther, the snow falling in the sky seemed to be an invisible barrier, splitting his eyes and slowly covering the distant figure, such as passing. If you don't come back, you can't see the melting of the ice. If you don't remember it, you can't hear who is sighing in that year.

For a long time, Su Ming shook his head and looked at the Wulong tribe again. He turned and left. When he came, there was snow to accompany him. When he left, it was still the same.

The snow fell on his body, but on the hair, it made Su Ming feel as if something was missing.

"Is it like..." Su Ming ran in the forest and galloped toward the Wushan Department. He frowned all the way, and the appearance of his mind was the appearance of Bai Ling.

"It's not the same as the feeling of being with Dust Xin..." Su Ming took a deep breath and shook his head. He seemed to want to wave out the strange feeling he had never had before. After fixing his mind, he blinked. The speed is getting faster again.

When the sky was dark, the stars were shining, accompanied by the moonlight, and the snow that lasted for one day and one night. In the endless fall, Su Ming returned to his home, the Wushan tribe.

He looked at it from afar yesterday and roughly confirmed that the Horde was not in trouble. After returning from this moment, outside the gate composed of the giant wood, he saw the vigil of the vigil.

The tribe was very quiet, the bonfire in the center was still burning, and a creaking sound, Su Ming walked in the tribe, looked around, and finally came outside the house of Agong.

There is still a fire in the house of Agong, and it is clear that there is still no rest.

"It’s Su Ming, come in." Ah Gong’s voice came out, showing a trace of exhaustion.

Su Ming lightly picked up the leather account and walked in. He saw A Gong sitting there with his knees and his white hair, slightly scattered.

"Agong." Su Ming whispered, sitting aside.

"There is nothing in the tribe, don't worry." Agong looked at Su Ming, his face smiled and gestured to Su Ming sitting next to him. He lifted his dry right hand and touched it on Su Ming's head. He smiled more. .

"It turned out to be on the third floor, not bad!"

Su Ming looked at Agong and slowly spoke out everything he saw in the cave. He especially said that when he said the bones, he obviously saw the look of the Agong.

"He is a god, how can he cry alone... Ah Gong, what does this mean?" Su Ming frowned.

"The legend is really true..." Agong looked at the leather account, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the leather account and see the Wushan.

"This sentence should be self-examination. Compared with the sky of the sky, I still have any sorrow... or, there are other rhymes..." Agong sighed, I didn’t know what to think, discourse Throughout the vicissitudes of life, slowly said.

"As for the words of the fire, the Agong does not understand, you can see, perhaps this is your creation." Agong regained his gaze and looked at Su Ming kindly.

"A month later, Agong will go to the Fengzhen tribe. If you are outside, remember to come back."

"And, Ah Gong, I saved a group of Wulong tribes in the nest of that wing. She is called Bai Ling, the granddaughter of the Wulong tribe." Su Ming nodded, seems to think of something, and said It’s up.

"Bai Ling?" Agong stunned, sinking for a long while, let Su Ming go back to rest, after Su Ming left, A Gongmu revealed a trace of recollection.

"Lessu... Your granddaughter was inadvertently rescued by Rassu of my family... This may make you hate me, reduce some..." Ah Gong sighed, the recollection in the eyes was thicker. .

"The **** month is ahead...and the powerful blood that suddenly came out of the Montenegro at that night...there is a catastrophe..." Ah Gong closed his eyes and muttered, showing anxiety.

Su Ming left the house of Agong and walked inside the tribe. He did not return to his own leather account. Instead, he went to Lei Chen’s home. He saw that Lei Chen had only some scars. He was still alive and dead, and he personally gave him some drugs. After that, this is just a matter of letting go.

Lei Chen was also very happy to see Su Ming, patted his chest and brag about the scene of his battle with the moon wing. The saliva splashed until after a long time, Su Ming smiled and left.

It was already late at night, but when Su Ming’s gaze fell on a light-filled leather account not far away, it was hesitant on his face.

There, it was the first home and the home of Beiling.

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In these two chapters, the ear roots try to have some differences from the fairy rebellion. Maybe everyone can feel it, don't know how to write it, but in order to write this first love, the ear roots are racking their brains and recalling their first love...

It has been a pity that it has been more than a decade, and it has become a vague memory... In fact, I think that the author is sometimes an actor, a director, and a screenwriter. In a short text, the identity changes in a staggered manner.

Actors or directors, I think I will always remember things in my life, the things that touched them in the years, sadness or joy, these memories are precious, they can make them not pale, they can play I have entered it at any time, so I have a real feeling.

In fact, the author is also like this, remembering the scenes in life, moving into words, and writing them out. I have been looking for a long time, I can't find my first love feeling under the bright moon, so... I made a rather bold behavior, coughing, this is not much to say, anyway, it is to write a book...

Finally, if you see the efforts of the ear roots, should you vote for the recommendation ticket?

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