Chapter 212 If you depend on each other, don't give up 4
A pale woman lay on bamboo**. She seemed to be very tired. Even when she fell asleep, her eyebrows frowned tightly together.
Her eyes are deep, her lips are blue and white, her small cheeks are thin, and the corners of her eyes have deep crow's feet. Her skin is no longer as smooth as a girl's. Walking in the sand in the desert for many years, she has left traces on her face, and the water has become tender and rough.
There were several scars on her injured shoulder, and new and old wounds accumulated together, like several winding snakes.
Her back was injured by the scorching sun, and there were several blisters. After picking it away, a thin purulent watered out, flowing through several arrow wounds on her back, which looked so shocking.
Her right foot has a very serious frostbite, which is the root of the disease left many years ago. She escaped from death step by step on the cold ice with bare feet.
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Such a petite body, such a weak shoulder, but bear too much burden and pressure that too many people can't imagine. For so many years, she has been walking alone in the bloody rain of blades and shuttled through the rolling yellow sand. When she is bitter and persistent, has she carefully taken care of this scarred body?
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The slender fingers swept her eyebrows like a gentle wind, with a faint warmth and strong care, gently drugged her, bandaged her, and wiped the blood from her cheeks.
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How long has the trembling finger, the cold and familiar touch, been? How long has it been? How long has it been?
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The water ripples, as if in a dream.
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Tang Saier seemed to be caught by a beautiful dream. She dreamed of Yin Ren again. Like many times in the past ten years, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel his temperature and smell his body. The good smell made her sleep soundly, like her whole body soaked in a hot spring, warm water. The stream swept her eyes, covered her nose, covered her head, and gradually enveloped her whole body, as warm as the warm sun in March.
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It has never been as real as this time, and she didn't even dare to open her eyes. If this is a dream, please don't let her wake up again. She stretched out her hand, grasped her thin and slender fingers tightly, and then the corners of her eyes were sour, but she never cried.
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The moment she opened her eyes, Don Seer's mind was in a trance. She thought she was still dreaming. She thought she was not awake, like many times in the past decade. So she sat calmly on the bed and looked at everything in the room, bamboo chairs, bamboo floors, bookshelves, boxes, cabinets, light landscape paintings, steaming basins, open windows, and chirping birds outside.
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Everything is beautiful and not like reality, especially when she just escaped from such a desperate death, Tang Saier was in a trance and even thought she was dead.
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The dawn is short-timely, close to the end of the world, and ten years go by in a flash. This most beautiful place buried in memory is like a fairyland of dreams, which completely nets all her thoughts.
I don't know how long it took. She sat there, her legs and feet were numb, and the scenery around her remained unchanged. Suddenly, Qingxia's body suddenly shook. She suddenly raised her head and stared at everything around her. She half opened her mouth in surprise. Her fists became tighter and tighter, and her nails fell deep into the flesh, leaving scarlet blood.
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The man's eyebrows were sparse, his eyes were gentle, and Zhou's body was full of strong vicissitudes and warmth. He looked at Tang Saier with a faint smile, suddenly touched the corners of his mouth, smiled faintly, and his voice was as mellow as a stream of water, and said gently, "Are you awake?"
Tang Saier's tears suddenly fell down, like uncontrollable beads, hitting the threshold of green bamboo drop by drop.
It has always been like this. The hope is as big as the disappointment.
"I'd better take you to meet someone first."
Youlang said with a smile.
Tang Saier was shocked all over, and immediately stood up, widened her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Who is it?"
The wandering waves' eyes restrained, and there was a quiet wave of light slowly flashing.
"A person you have been looking for.
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The woman's voice was broken and desperate, with unconcealed hoarseness and cough, like a terminally ill person, echoing in the air. There is a faint smell of blood.
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"Yin Ren?" The hoarse voice slowly sounded, and a pale hand gently brushed the cold tombstone and recited the words on it. His tomb, a cup of loess, a green tomb, and a simple stone tablet are carved with four thin words: the tomb of Yin Ren. The only sacrifice is this silver armor that has been worn pale.
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The omnipotent God forgot them. Years in a trance, white hair, the deepest and coldest nightmare finally roared.
Yin Ren, I should have known you were here a long time ago.
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Tang Saier smiled bitterly, and her smile was full of unstoppable loneliness and vicissitudes. She sat down against the stone tablet and fantasized about the way she leaned against a man's arms. The past years were like flowing water, slowly but rapid, unable to hold it and could not be retained.
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I know that the place where you are most likely to be in the world will be here. But I dare not come. I would rather travel all over the world and the desert plateau with the illusion that you are still alive. I'm afraid that what I see after coming is just a spiritual position, just a skeleton, or, as it is just a green grave as it is now.
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"Ten years, you have been looking for him for ten years, and I have been looking for you for ten years..."
The man's voice sounded like another world, and then he sounded, "Ten years, can you let me take care of you once...?"
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Listening to the words of the man in white, the pale woman's eyes narrowed slightly.
Finally, he has become a talented monarch. I think a person like him should stand high and be looked up to.
Some things have finally become the past. In the past ten years, she has been sleeping in the air and walking in all directions, which has gradually precipitated her heart. Those young hesitant, hesitating, helplessly and slowly stayed away from her life. Maybe it's really just young and frivolous. After the big waves, as a generation of monarch, he , how can you stick to the past?
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Tang Saier is gradually no longer young. Although she is still that face, her heart is already such a vicissitudes.
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turned around and took such a resolute step out.
"I don't believe he is dead. I will continue to look for him."
After saying that, the woman strode out. The man stood on the empty hall for a long time, like a statue and didn't know what to make.
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