Legend of Fu Yao: Read Wei Long Comment 2

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Perhaps, this world will never be lucky for no reason.

The people in the longan essay are either Prince Wuji, Beiye, Lie, or Meng Fuyao, a fierce woman. Others look so bright and dazzling, like a god, worshiping, envy and jealousy, and so on.

But no matter who, there is a piece of his own deep in his heart, white moonlight.

The eternity and coldness of the moonlight are indescribable and can only be endured alone.

Always think of the grandson Wuji who hurriedly arrived in the snow the night Fuyao went to save Qiaoling. He said: You have done something that I cannot bear. In the unrested light snow, his slender fingers touched Guo Pingrong's forehead. Such a gentle gesture made people feel that there was a kind of loneliness like a solidarity.

Xue Man's eyebrows, loneliness invades the bone.

The premature boy, the boy who painted military maps at the age of seven, the boy who rebelled in southern Xinjiang at the age of ten... the boy who had hopes for his father and mother but finally encountered betrayal.

In the long and difficult years, finally, the child who was locked up in a secret room and forced to face a mirror day and night for half a month grew up.

When I grow up, I am beautiful and beautiful, and I look at my eyes as a moving wave, but I will never cry again. Where did he die, die in a dark dark room, die in the words of his parents who did not avoid their ears, or die in the desolate world around him, swelling ambitions and dissatisfied desires.

Already dead. Gradually, you can gradually smile, smile and stretch out your hand, turning over the wind and cloud to harvest lives. Gradually, I looked at the respectful crowd at my feet, walking quietly from the crowd, not stained with dust. Gradually he was calm and graceful, carrying a careless expression, overlooking the lonely red dust from a height.

Look at these sentient beings, those who pray for blessings have evil thoughts, those who are seeking power are full of hideous faces, you are vying for power, and the ugliness is revealed, how ridiculous.

Fuyao is a pure white flower that blooms on this devastated land.

How many tortures have ever been encountered-a mother who was seriously ill before, high treatment costs, inexplicable travel, ten years of boring and arduous practice life, contempt and insults by everyone in the school, betrayal by people who were initially moved...

The clever soul dedicated to rescue stabbed a poisonous needle behind him; for the residents of Yaocheng, he committed the danger alone, but encountered the most grimest rejection in his life.

I can still retain the original persistence, softness, kindness, and trust in human nature in my heart.

This woman, she can allow herself to cry, but she will never allow herself to give up. In this woman, there is a kind of loneliness, a kind of courage that she is going to make even though thousands of people.

She met Wuji, this person, probably no one would be unmoved. When the knife hit the body, first pulled Fu Yao away; the man lying beside the drunk Fu Yao and said: "Everything will be okay"; the man who bowed his head and smiled at her in the sound of bone cracking.

Probably she also knows her own thoughts. Yes, she likes him. She likes him too, but she can't let herself be with him.

So she chose to "lock in love" and detoxify, trying to suppress her thoughts. So she said that she didn't think too much about anyone.

It's just that she might not know that meeting her, her rigidity, flexibility, and warmth, her dazzling brilliance, is the only thing to cherish in their lonely lives for many years.

So King Lie Zhan Kitano said that he would never give up.

Zhan Beiye, Ya Lanzhu met once, the man who can never forget.

Sleep on the threshold every night, waiting for the child trampled by the sleepwalking mother.

Under the lively and lonely blooming crape myrtle in the cold and cold palace of Tiansha Palace, the little boy who washes the hair of the crazy mother and concubine.

At the age of 18, he did not open his mansion, and finally went to Ge Ya, and when he came back, he faced the black corpse boy of his grandfather who was poisoned.

In the past three years, he has rooted in the barren Goya Desert, and has never slept peacefully, leaving the desert wind thief and Moro cavalry frightened by the wind, King Tiansha.

After being jealous and wanting to kill by his own brothers, he will be fast, and he will be like a brother to the Black Wind Rider, who is gentle and meticulous to Fuyao.

When the mother concubine pulled out his stubble, he leaned over his head, as if those oozing blood beads never existed.

Before killing, don't forget to tie your mother's eyes with a cloth strip. In danger, but still holding her mother tightly and refusing to let go.

How did he grow into such a glorious man in the deep palace, surrounded by tigers and wolves?

What kind of toughness and magnanimity, clarity and forgiveness, can I say to those gloomy years in the past: It's all over.

These people, they are destined to meet in the red, they are destined to cut through the muddy and chaotic world at the moment of collision with each other, bursting out the most dazzling bright light.

A new chapter will be opened by them.

The new world, they are the kings here.

---------------This is the dividing line to mourn the heroes---------------

There is a saying: There is no big deal except death. But in this world, there are many things that are more important than death, and there are things worth doing regardless of life and death.

Therefore, in Yaocheng Wuji left behind the guard of Fuyao, and in the end only one person remained. Therefore, in the tombs of the Dagun tribe in the Changhan Mountains, eight young and lively lives were left behind.

I will also be afraid, knowing that I will die, and not willing. However, there is no turning back and no regrets.

Such feelings are close to faith besides family affection and love, between benevolence and loyalty.

Such feelings are bright, hot, and hot, and some people will never understand them in their lifetime.

In ancient times, Bo Ya smashed the piano, and now there is a longan in the text of heroes who died for their confidants.

---------This is the dividing line that hides, collapses, and is terrible---------

Well, 8 I am embarrassed to touch my nose ing

Well, Wangtian, I really don’t know what I’m going to say, so I just talk nonsense.

pS: Longan, I like Wuji, Fuyao, Zongyue, Xiaozhan, Yunhen, Yuanbao, etc., etc., but I want to show mercy to abuse them directly and indirectly... Ah, hug your thighs, tearing lasagna

Above. Someone who is embarrassed has finished smashing his dog legs and crawling away silently...