Pirate's Infinite Wings

His own understanding of feelings, one of them, fell into their feelings.The feelings of the teacher's ancestors finally became another kind of lyric."

Looking at the long road of white fog ahead, it is full of mystery.

Suddenly, Fang Lang thought and looked at the sad "Senior, can you tell me who this man is?"

Stand up and say sadly, "Well, tell you so much. This is also because of your relationship with your palm. I can see that your understanding of feelings has your own ideas. At least, the singer will let you You stand in front of the mountain gate, defending a woman named Su Yingying, squatting on the leaves of a secluded valley to practice, I know you, this person looks a bit fancy, but this is not a passion, at least, you really love your side People."

Fang Lang didn't expect Xin Xin to describe these things as his sympathy, but to consider it for himself.

"That man, guess for yourself." Sadly, "Maybe, when you get rid of this emotion, I can tell you who he is."

The compassionate eyes are full of encouragement and jealousy, the encouragement is Yanyan, and the embarrassment is this love.

Seeing his emotions, Fang Lang took a deep breath and sighed."All people are very sad, but the real relatives will be lost in the emotional world of others. This is an illusory emotional world. It becomes a tool to prove strict feelings."

Looking back, Fang Lang looked sympathetically and said, "Seniors, I don't know what else I can tell the younger generation."

Looking at Fang Lang, sad and silent for a long time, in the end "the best advice is not to blame this love"

With laughter, Yan Yanguang flashed a little, "Yan Yan can become the commander of more than 100,000 troops in northern Xinjiang, and he does not rely on hesitation to become one of the leaders. As a soldier, only an unwavering heart can defeat everything. "

Said, Fang Lang bowed to the grief of "predecessors, the younger generation will leave."

Watching Yan Yan gradually move towards the white mist, she suddenly said sadly, "For three consecutive days, the wind was raging outside and the rain was pouring down.

The little boy woke up several times in the cold, stunned by the cold and hunger.

After a few times, the little boy woke up and walked to the front of the broken house.He watched the heavy rain outside.The little hand shook his body, rubbing his warm face with his palm, licking his face.

His lips are a bit dark, some are dry white.In the mouth, they have dried up and have broken many holes.

Stretching out trembling, the little boy glanced from the eaves, it seemed dirty and cold, and only took a bite.

After drinking a few sips of water, the little boy withdrew his hand.

The little boy who wetted his wet hands and protected his warm clothes, then looked around.

There is something "clean" in the broken house.In addition to the broken tiles that fell from the roof, there were some weeds and some bird droppings in the house.

A heavy rain drove away the dried bird droppings, and a strong smell filled the room.

The little boy started looking for it in the house.

He looks thin and even stunted, but his bright eyes are very clean and clear.

These eyes are very clean, some are smart inside, some are inside,

He looked for it in the house several times, but he didn't find anything.

Finally, he looked at the weeds and a pile of bird droppings.

A pair of gentle little hands were pulled by the weeds for a long time, and when his little hands were cut into some red scars by the weeds, his hands were all milky white.

This is a bird's egg, I don't know how long it has been hidden in this weed...