Pursuit of the Truth

The setting sun is in the west, gradually disappearing, and the golden dusk is slowly no longer. With the darkness of the sky, the little stars outline the starry sky in Su Ming’s memory, and the moon that is so fascinating. Can't help but homesick.

The person who can be in his hometown, how to go homesick, Su Ming does not know, he just knows that on the first night of returning to Wushan, he looked at the moon, and he still missed it.

I saw Agong, saw Lei Chen, and saw everyone in the memory. Su Ming’s heart gradually calmed down. He is so familiar with the grass and trees here. Everything here is in his burial heart. Never forget a lifetime.

Bei Ling was still indifferent to him. Dust Xin still had some concern for him. It belonged to Su Ming’s house, and it was clean and untidy. It was the silent care of Dust.

Perhaps this is love, or perhaps, this has nothing to do with love, Dust Xin may have liked Su Ming, but perhaps she prefers Bei Ling.

Ula’s contempt, this not particularly beautiful girl, fell in her arms in her memory, murmuring the name of Mo Su, her beauty surpassed all, deeply imprinted in the heart of Su Ming, let He can't forget.

Now again, Su Ming’s heart is only warm, nothing else.

Lei Chen's hearty laughter, the vows that were spoken, let Su Ming feel deeply, the warmth of the brothers, all this, why he is not willing to believe, is false.

Agong's kindness, the warm embrace, also made Su Ming would rather believe that he had a dream last night, a bloodless, bloody, time-filled, cruel dream.

Today, perhaps, it is awakening.

Su Ming sat outside his house and looked up at the moon in the sky. The dinner at Lei Chen’s house reminded him of a lot. a lot of……

The tribes in the night have a lot of lights, quiet around, tonight... no wind.

But another whimpering twist, swirling around this night, it is a tribe in the tribe, playing the song, this song Su Ming is unforgettable.

"Perhaps. Not three days. Perhaps, yesterday is a dream, maybe... I can stay in Wushan all the time." Su Ming murmured. Lei Chen was not with him. At night, he was reprimanded by his mother. Stayed at home and had to pretend to sleep.

Su Ming silently looked at the moon in the sky, listening to the distortion, such as... the dream is not a guest.

He suddenly, I really want to take a look, maybe this time I still don't know my own Bai Ling!

Thinking of Bai Ling, Su Ming’s heart was stinging, and the lost agreement was always forever. When people look back, they can only hear sighs and can't see each other.

Su Ming stood up and walked toward the tribal gate, but just as he walked to the door of the tribe, he had to go out for a moment. Because in front of him, there was a figure in the darkness.

"Who are you!" This figure came with a gloomy voice, and gradually came out of the shadow, and went to the moonlight, he. It is the mountain mark!

His eyes were cold and staring at Su Ming. At the moment of opening, his right hand has faint fluctuations, which seems to condense a knife.

"You are not Su Ming, you can deceive others, but you can't lie to me. Su Ming looks at me differently, unlike yours." The mountain marks stare at Su Ming and speaks quietly.

Su Ming silently looked at the mountain marks, the elders of the tribe who were killed by his own hands in his memory.

"I am Su Ming." Su Ming whispered openly, and the body walked forward. The mountain marks changed and the right hand lifted up, but at the moment when his right hand was lifted, Su Ming walked gently from his side. After, the mountain marks were shocked, and the right hand raised could not be put down. At the moment when Su Ming passed by him at a speed beyond his gaze, he felt a strong and let him The volatility of suffocation.

This fluctuation is very weak, only spread a half-foot, only he feels, the breath is strong, in the mountains mark seems to surpass all the barbarians he has seen, even beyond the dust!

He has a strong feeling that the other party can destroy himself with only one thought, and the tribe can destroy this land!

In this awkwardness, the mountain marks were soaked in sweat. After a long time, he slowly turned back and could not see the figure of Su Ming.

Su Ming walked on the road in the mountain forest. In the middle of the night, his pace was not fast, step by step, and walked toward the tribe where Bai Ling was.

Walking and walking, Su Ming stopped. He hesitated. He looked at Wushan in the night and suddenly raised his right hand and put it on his mouth, blowing a whistling sound.

The whistle of the whistle swirled and disappeared into the darkness. Su Ming waited silently until half an hour later. Suddenly, in the distant jungle, there was a fiery red figure galloping.

With the appearance of this figure, there is still a cheerful humming, that red, it is... Xiaohong!

It galloped, and soon appeared in front of Su Ming, looking excited, dancing a few laps around Su Ming, sitting on the shoulders of Su Ming, claws grabbed Su Ming's hair , constantly fiddling.

"Little Red..." Su Ming looked at the little monkey on his shoulders, letting him play with his hair, raising his hand and gently touching it on his body, his face showing a feeling of emotion and a complex smile.

"We meet again……"

Xiaohong snorted a few times, and he did see each other. He even looked at Su Ming for a long time and expressed his anger. He seemed to be complaining about Su Ming. It has not appeared for a long time.

In the end, Xiaohong’s plan is three fingers. Su Ming knows that this meaning is three days, or three months, or three years, thirty years, or even longer...

How much, only this Xiaohong knows.

Touching the hair of Xiaohong, Su Ming took a big step and turned it into a tribe that Changhong went straight to Bai Ling. It didn't take long for him to appear in front of the huge fence of Wulong.

There is also a long rifle on the fence, which is the guardian of this tribe.

Su Ming looked at the Wulong Department. He walked over. When he arrived, no one noticed it until he was in this tribe. In the distraction of the gods, he found his memory and let his heart sting.

It was the house of Bai Ling. In this dark night, Bai Ling had already slept, and her beautiful cheeks showed her quietness, and she opened her eyes with wildness. It seems a bit different.

Su Ming stood silently at Bai Ling's bed and looked at this beautiful woman, watching her smile in the corner of her sleep, not knowing what was beautiful.

Su Ming’s heart is very painful. The scene in the memory has emerged between him and Bai Ling, the **** moon. The circle of snow nights. Whispering in a low voice, telling each other's stories, and the last moment. The white head in the snow...

Until, that is a promise that Su Ming can't do, all of this. At this moment, a sadness was formed, and it was filled with Su Ming’s heart. He looked at Bai Ling with a sly look at this deeply branded woman in his heart, his first love in this life.

"Linger... I, come back..." Su Ming murmured softly, his eyes soft, raised his hand, and gently touched Bai Ling's face. His movements were very gentle, but his hand was about to touch the moment of Bai Ling's cheek, and Bai Ling's eyes opened.

She looked at Su Ming, very quiet, and the wildness that appeared in her eyes was the fireworks that Su Ming could not forget.

Su Ming’s hand was a meal. But it was just a meal, and without hesitation, it touched Bai Ling’s face, which was a little cold and very delicate. Let Su Ming be softer.

Bai Ling did not dodge, but widened his eyes. Looking at Su Ming, I was completely there.

Until Su Ming raised his hand, the softness in his eyes remained, and after a deep look at Bai Ling, he stood up and turned his head and left.

"Who...who..." Behind him, Bai Ling was afraid to have a soft voice.

"Su Ming." Su Ming went to the door of the house. At the moment he touched Bai Ling, the coldness from Bai Ling's face made his heart bitter and understood a lot.

Here, it is not true. Here... is a false one. Here is the old man who is repaired. It is a kind of creation. This is an illusory world created by Su Ming’s memory.

Here is an empty space...

Because in this hot season, the coldness on Bai Ling's face is the memory of Su Ming, the feeling in the last snow, all this is illusory.

This three-day creation is to let him Su Ming in this memory world, to understand the existence of fate... You can go to believe, you can think that Wushan in memory is false, as long as you shoot, will be here All familiar people, Agong, Leichen, Beiling, Wula, Dust Xin, Bai Ling, etc., kill everyone!

As long as you can shoot, you can naturally see that everyone has shown their expression after being killed by your own hands. At that time, you can see that all this is true or false. At that time, you can also Do it, reversed Wushan, and completely forgot it. Since then, there is no connection at all, and it will no longer affect your mood.

Regardless of the future, does anyone go to Wushan to do anything.

As long as you can choose to shoot, everything... will vanish, everything, such as the real awakening, smashing the world you think you don't believe, the world, and the people behind you who are playing with your destiny.

If you believe, then you must have the determination to bear it. After that, because of Wushan, a series of difficulties, a series of grief and parting...

No matter how you choose, this will be a short-term consummation. In this consummation, you can let Su Ming, at the end of the sacrifice, take a half step and step on the road to the wild soul.

Because of this consummation, it can be turned into a persistence, so that Su Ming will not be confused when he stepped into the wild soul, making his success more likely.

"Why do I think you... so familiar..." Bai Ling's voice was introduced into Su Ming's ear. Behind him, Bai Ling sat up, and she looked at Su Ming.

"Don't go..." She whispered and walked out of bed, behind Su Ming, gently snuggling on his back.

The starlight reveals the leather account, the ripples of the ripples, the meltdown with the moonlight, the inability to distinguish the stars and the moon, the incomprehensible dreams, the incomprehensible, what is sad, what is missing, what is it. I can't tell the difference between men and women, who is crying.

Such a glimpse of the windy month, but also take a life outside of a dream, accompanied by such a life, so attached ... ... more and more, not as good as ... not seen.

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Fourth, these four chapters have no fights. They can be written a lot more tired than fighting. Tomorrow, they will continue to break out. I can see if I can write five more tomorrow! !

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