Pursuit of the Truth

Thousands of miles of seawater disappeared, thousands of miles of seabed land became shattered, a huge deep pit appeared in this dead sea, and the surrounding sea water under the impact of this purple light seemed to have spirituality and did not dare to approach, making this Deep pits have been around for a long time.

Emperor Tian was in midair, and the girl shouted, without a word, the bones in front of him had disappeared, and Su Ming was no longer there.

After a long while, Emperor Tian raised his head, and his face was stunned, his face was full of anger, and he made an earth-shattering scream to the sky!

The sound of this whistle swirled around the eight sides and remained for a long time.

His fateful punishment ruined everything that was thousands of miles away, but he did not find traces of Su Ming. Although he could feel that the power of punishment should play a role, but Su Ming did not die.

His gods were scattered, with his murder and madness, swept the world, covering the limits of his knowledge, but he... could not find the traces of Su Ming!

Su Ming’s whole person, once again disappeared from the world of Emperor, so that he could not find...

He came to the avatar, but in the end it was such a result, especially the awakening of fate, but also let the emperor feel trembled at the moment, he stood in the air until the sea below, with the purple light scattered, refilled, The whole Dead Sea sank a bit.

"I don't believe you can hide forever. One day, you will be found again by me. The next time I meet, my emperor will swear here, at all costs... let you sink!" Emperor closed his eyes, but looked The gloomy is always difficult to disperse until he turns around. Going to the distant sky, step by step!

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The sky is blue, the sun is shining, especially near the noon. Sprinkled on the person, slightly hot, forced out the sweat, but there is not much wind to take it away.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus can't be scattered in this wind, and it can only be lingering in the scope of its growth, and it blooms in full bloom.

There was a burst of laughter and laughter, not far from the osmanthus forest. From time to time, through the forest, you can see that there is a piece of scattered houses.

There are probably nearly a hundred people, and now they are smoking. In this aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus, such as the paradise.

There are a lot of mountains around, making it look like it is very remote, there are not many pedestrians, a road leading to this house. Only some traces of horse-drawn carriages existed shallowly.

Maybe it was just after the rain, not long ago, although the sun was shining, the ground was very muddy and walked on it. I will send you a bang, and there is a unique charm.

In this piece of sweet-scented osmanthus forest. There is a teenager at the moment, wearing a patched dress. Sitting on some leaves, leaning against the tree, looking at the sky where the leaves of the forest could not cover, I don’t know what to think.

His face was a little pale, but the pale face was very delicate, not very old, only twelve or three years old, the patched clothes could not cover him, the kind of people looked After that, you will have a good temperament.

It’s just that his body looks very thin. At this moment, leaning against the osmanthus tree, looking at the eyes of the sky, it is extremely smart.

He looked at the sky silently, holding some grass in his hands. With the fiddling of his hands, he gradually compiled a little man's appearance. It was like his subconscious behavior. He still looked at the sky, I don't know what to look at, maybe The blue sky, maybe the white cloud, no one knows except himself.

For a long time, a step came from afar, and with the sound of footsteps, there was a crisp child's voice, which was introduced into the boy's ear.

"The dog left the brother, the dog left the brother... I am calling you to go home..."

This is a girl's voice, revealing a pure innocence, seemingly not stained by red dust, not mixed by thoughts, keeping a child, innocent dream.

It was a ** year old girl, wearing the same patch of clothes, tied with two small pimples, not very beautiful, with a birthmark on her face, but the purpose of both eyes is bright, if you can ignore his birthmark, this is a Very cute girl.

After hearing the girl's voice, the teenager took back his eyes and looked at the sky. His face showed a heartfelt smile. He sat up from the ground and looked at the little girl who had run from a distance.

"Slow down, the ground is muddy." The boy walked over and said softly, looking at the little girl's gaze, revealing a love.

"The dog left brother, today, my mother made a delicious, is the clown's favorite yam, hurry up." The little girl ran to the teenager, said with a smile, but also raised a small hand, help Take the dirt and leaves that are stuck on the juvenile clothes.

The young man touched the little girl's head, smiled and took her hand, and walked toward the forest.

"Dog left brother, why are you always here, except for the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, there is nothing." The girl named Clown blinked and took the boy's hand and asked curiously.

The teenager smiled and didn't talk. He just looked up and looked at the sky. It flashed a touch in the eyes, and the vicissitudes that the outsiders could not see.

Until I walked out of this forest, in the eyes of the teenager, this vicissitudes of burial can not be seen. Only the inner sigh may be felt by this emptiness, making this sky still sunny, but it will fade a lot at once. The dark clouds appeared.

This forest and the house are not too far away. It will take a while. The teenager was dragged and ran in the mood that the girl was obviously anxious to eat yam.

Along the way, there are some children who are about the same age as they are playing with each other. After seeing the two brothers and sisters, there are several children in them, and there is a voice of teasing.

"The clown, what is delicious in your home today."

"Yeah, clown, didn't you say that you would make a set of unpatched clothes for you?"

The girl who took the young boy’s head lowered her head and her body was slightly stiff, but she quickly recovered. But she still lowered her head. She should leave here soon. Not far away, there is a very ordinary house, where Her home.

This is not a tribe, because the people here don't have a blood relative. Here, you may only call it a village.

Listening to the voices of the fallen girls, the boy frowned, but the girl was holding his hand and the pleading in the look, letting the young man sigh again, silently following her and walking towards the house. go with.

"Get home, hey, mother, I called the dog left back, we can open the meal." The girl smiled happily, pushed open the door of the house and ran in.

Su Ming was behind her and walked into the house. It was a house built of mud. It was not big. There were only two rooms. When he walked in, the coughing sound came out of a room.

"The dog is left, go to see the sweet-scented osmanthus? There will be no more in a few months, look at it more..." With the words, a middle-aged man came out of the room.

The man’s face was vicissitudes, his clothes were plain, his face was simple, and when he came out, he looked at the teenager, his face showed a kind smile. He was not tall and strong, but his hands gave him a very special feeling. The hands are full of scars, and this scar covers almost a lot of his hands, especially on his fingers.

At the moment, the boy saw at a glance that the scar on the man's hand was significantly more new.

As the man walked out, it was a woman behind her. The woman had rough skin, but she could see the beauty of her face, but the years left too much love on her, making her look. Beyond the original age, at the moment she has two bowls in her hand and smiles at the teenager.

"You, this child, don't let the clown go to call you to eat, you don't know how to come back, every time you have to go home in the dark, you are still empty, don't catch cold outside."

The boy's face showed a warm smile, and he took the bowl from the woman's hand and whispered openly.

"Hey, mother, I am fine."

"Well, I will eat more yam for a while. Your grandfather and grandfather will have a grandson at home in the morning, let you marry a few grass dolls, change some yam and come back and say that you want to give you and the ugly nourish your body. "The woman looked lovingly at the boy and the cheerful girl who arranged the seat, and walked with the man."

This is a meal that is not hearty. Except for the cooked yam, it is soft to eat. It is sweet with some fruit juice. It is very sweet, and the clown’s cheerful laughter echoes in this ordinary family. The kindness of the woman, the gentleness of the middle-aged man, turned warm.

The teenager looked at them and smiled on his face. The smile was from his heart. He thanked the family, especially the girl named Clown.

He was awakened here a year ago. When the girl went out alone in the forest and picked up the different grasses used for her father’s preparation, she found it in the mountain and took him back home. From then on... he was Here, life has come down.

He has a sister, this sister is called a clown, because she is ugly, but her kindness, her lovely laughter and smart eyes, let him keep remembering, in a coma, there is a weak body, back Be yourself, along the way.

He has a father, very honest, very honest, is a mortal, a poor life, disease entanglement, only the preparation of the straw doll is very expressive, is the toy of the children in this village.

He also has a mother, a very kind, gentle woman who loves her husband, loves her daughter, loves this family, and gives enough maternal love to his outsider.

He is Su Ming.

When he woke up in this warm home a year ago, he was repaired and scattered, but it did not disappear, but was hidden in the body. It was after the outbreak of the battle with Emperor Tian, ​​leaving a residue, need Time can be fully restored.

Secondly, such a chapter is actually not suitable for writing during the monthly ticket battle. I am tired of talking about it, and there is no such thing as fighting...

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