Heavenly Star

Storms continue to strike, again and again, and more than once. Every time, it becomes dying, but every time, it stubbornly rises up and laughs, laughing at God and never taking his life.

Drop...

This is the sound of teardrops splashing down, and sometime they burst into tears in their voices. The euphemisms initially made their hearts tremble, then gradually turned into a sharp sharp sharp knife and stabbed them hard deep inside, making their hearts ache, even their souls ache hard chestnuts.

The pain of despair that they felt, and the obsession that never gave up in the young mind, the heart, the tremor, was getting stronger and stronger. They asked themselves that there was absolutely no way to bear the pain, and they preferred to die in the torment of that cone to seek relief. But the young creature carried it down again and again, and then it grew stubborn and never even brought its own pain to others. At the same time that their hearts were sore, they began to be ashamed that the pain they had experienced was so insignificant compared to what he had endured, and that his tenacity made them even impotent.

The pain finally came to an end... because it suddenly fell asleep and slept so steadily. In darkness and silence, it sleeps greedily until one year… two years… ten years.

A half-minute whistle, at which point the end notes are sounded. The moment the jade slipped away from his lips, his eyes flashed with sadness and confusion, but a moment passed. The next second, he's already smiling gracefully.

Quiet, incredibly quiet, even the wind seems to have completely hidden its existence without any wind. Instead of breaking the atmosphere, he stood there smiling, looking at that face that had been soaked with tears, among them young boys and girls, a majestic general with a grinning smile, an old man with a hairy crane, and even a flowering sky and an emperor's dragonfly.

Pfft! Pfft!

The crisp applause broke the sadness and despair to a heartbreaking dream. With the dragonfly clapping, the clapping applause quickly connected to a sea of applause, mixed with the weeping sound of a teenage girl, came a long way. Let the guards guarding the Royal College of Tianlong face each other and let the passers-by stand by.

Tianchen mainland applause is not as worthless as Huaxia modern applause, only when their hearts are excited to the extreme will they release their emotions in this way. For example... the moment when the heavenly dragon kingdom defeated the great wind nation. Ye Wuchen's amazing painting skills and Lin Xiao's amazing chorus did not attract applause, and at this time, they dedicated applause to a song of chorus.

In the field, I don't know how many people have tried to wipe tears that can't stop, and I don't know how many people have clapped their hands while crying silently. What touches the honking of the heart, what they really feel, is this short honking that clearly makes them feel the pain of despair and heartbreaking sadness.

Wang Wenqiao lay in Ye Wei's arms, tears wet his chest a lot, crying and crying: “My poor Chen... he must have suffered too much in his heart, my mother really failed too much, in future... what should I compensate my child..."

Yevy patted her back gently, not talking, but raising her head to dissipate the mist from her eyes. On the battlefield, he was severely wounded several times, perilously alive, he did not shed a tear, and he saw how many brothers who lived and died died with his eyes open to him. His heart was cut like a knife, but he still did not leave a tear. Ten years ago, he relied on his mother for the rest of his life to die of illness, he knelt for five days without eating or drinking, until he finally fell into a coma, and he still did not shed a tear from the beginning. Because he is a steely Ye family boy, bleeding all his life, not weeping.

And nowadays, no matter how patient he is, there is still a water bead spilling out of his eyes, slowly slipping. Because the heart was so painful, he never knew that the heart could still be so painful, but such heartache came from a song, from the person who played the song. How is it possible to blow such a torn heart and lungs without a real experience?

Chen... what exactly have you been through?

Flowers covered her face, crying like pear blossoms with rain, even the incense towel on her body was completely wet, through the blurred tears of the man holding the jade that belonged to her, she actually had an impulse to rush over and hold him. Even the flowers around her rubbed a few eyes, muttering to herself: “This tone is so evil, so evil... Shit, I can't stand it anymore, my heart is blocked, just like my dead wife. ”

In the corner, a trembling body asked with a more trembling voice: "Chen... you tell Grandpa this song... what's its name? ”

Throughout the square, only Ye Wuchen was proud, and he smiled and replied: “This song is improvised and there is no time to name it. Don't even name it because after blowing it, I've forgotten all about it now. ”

Such a sound of surprise is simply improvisation… how amazing a talent is required and how profound it can be!? They shook, and shocked nothing more. Perhaps the shock of their lives adds up, and not more than today. When they came here, they just wanted to see a few amazing games and add some decorations to their boring and orderly lives, but they didn't expect to see an amazing scene they would never have seen before, or even believed. They were worried that it was a dream, because everything was so untrue, and they were afraid that it was a dream, and they were afraid that this incredible thing would disappear after they woke up.

People who have come a thousand miles to Heavenly Dragon City to prepare for a visual feast are all the more shushing. What a wise choice to come to Tianlong City.

“No! This song looks at the history of the sun and the sun. Never. Although you have forgotten it, Grandpa has firmly remembered it in his heart. Every note dares not to be misremembered, and Grandpa believes that everyone present will remember it for the rest of his life. While it is impossible for anyone to play a rhyme comparable to the one that was just played, it is inevitable that in the future, every lover will know what is the highest realm of the cock. Tatsune, just say yes to Grandpa's request. If this song doesn't have a name, it must be a great regret in my life.” The more excited Wang Bo Yue said, the more he ended up with a facial plea. As a dragon master, he learned as much as the ocean in his lifetime, and today his heart is completely subdued by one man, who is also his grandson, Ye Wuchen.

“In that case, the song is called" Front Dust Dream. "” Ye Wuchen said. He didn't lie, and when he left his last note, he had completely forgotten the song. If it's a dream, why should it be in your heart? If it was the past, then let him go. At that time, he was a little grass that would die in the storm, and now he has vowed to be an arrogant tree in the sky.

Forget... forget about the vague past, forget about the confusion, forget about the pain of the past. When you have enough strength, that lost past will automatically come to light.

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