Chapter 32 Who is sighing in the years--

"Look at your hair, it has turned white." Bai Ling covered his mouth and smiled delicately, and the brightness in his eyes made Su Ming's strange feeling in his heart become more and more intense.

"Say me, your hair has also become white, and you have become an old woman." Su Ming pointed to Bai Ling and smiled.

In the conversation and laughter, the two seemed to be more familiar with each other. On this snowy night, Su Ming felt a very good feeling both physically and mentally. He felt that time passed quickly. Unconsciously, the sky in the distance turned white.

That's not snow, but the early sun.

The night passed like this. The light on the curtain enveloped the earth. When the snowflakes were still falling, Su Ming and Bai Ling came down from the tree trunk. After washing up, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Su Ming didn't say anything more, but squatted down. Bai Ling's big eyes flashed and walked gently, continuing to lie on the thin back. A warm feeling was hidden in her heart.

This time, the closer Su Ming got to the Oolong tribe, the more he felt that there were some strange thoughts in his heart, as if he was reluctant to give up. Gradually, he was silent, but his footsteps involuntarily slowed down, and at the same time, he couldn't help turning around.

Bai Ling lay behind Su Ming. Although she saw a lot of repeated scenes like yesterday and knew that Su Ming was going around again, this time, she did not open her mouth, but put her head on Su Ming's back and listened to Su Ming's heartbeat.

The song finally dispersed... When the sun hung high and the day was dusk again, the snow in the sky was still falling, but the outline of the Oolong tribe appeared in Su Ming's eyes.

Looking at the tribe, Su Ming put down Bai Ling and smiled.

"You're home."

Bai Ling took a look at the tribe and then at Su Ming. On her beautiful face, she could not see her thoughts. She nodded silently, walked to Su Ming, and gently swept the snow on Su Ming's body with her white hand.

"Thank you... go back to your tribe earlier..." Bai Ling opened up and seemed to want to say something more, but he didn't say it, but smiled beautifully, stepped back a few steps, and walked towards the tribe that belonged to her.

Su Ming stood there, looking at Bai Ling's figure gradually fading away, looking at the delicate shadow that turned back and waved his hand at him, and his mind was blank.

As the distance between the two became farther and farther, the snow falling in the sky seemed to become an invisible barrier, dividing his eyes into pieces and slowly covering the distant figure. As if he had walked through an ice field, if he did not come back, he would not see the melting of the ice from now on, such as walking in the years, if he did not From then on, you can't hear anyone sighing in that year.

For a long time, Su Ming shook his head, looked at the Oolong tribe again, turned around and left. When he came, he was accompanied by snow, and when he left, it was still the same.

The snowflake fell on his body and hair, but it made Su Ming feel as if he was missing something.

"Do you like it..." Su Ming ran in the mountain forest and galloped towards the Wushan Department. He frowned all the way, and what came to his mind was the white spirit.

"It feels different from being with Chen Xin..." Su Ming took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously, as if to want to wave away the strange feeling he had never felt before. After settling down, his eyes flashed and his speed became faster again.

When the sky was dark, the stars were bright, accompanied by the moonlight, and the snow that lasted for a day and a night. In the endless fall, Su Ming returned to his home, the Wushan tribe.

He took a look from a distance yesterday and was roughly sure that the tribe was fine. After coming back at this moment, outside the gate made of the giant wood, he saw the people of the vigil.

The tribe was very quiet, and the bonfire in the center was still burning, making a crackling sound. Su Ming walked in the tribe, looked around, and finally came to the outside of Grandpa's house.

There is still firelight in Grandpa's house, and it is obvious that he hasn't rested yet.

"It's Su Ming, come in." Grandpa's voice came out with a trace of fatigue.

Su Ming gently lifted the leather tent and walked in. He saw Grandpa sitting there cross-legged, with gray hair and slightly scattered.

"Gong." Su Ming whispered and sat aside.

"It's okay in the tribe. Don't worry." Grandpa looked at Su Ming with a smile on his face. After indicating Su Ming to sit next to him, he raised his dry right hand and touched Su Ming's head a few times, with a stronger smile.

"It's good to reach the third level!"

Su Ming looked at Grandpa and slowly said everything he saw in the cave one by one, especially when talking about the skeleton, he obviously saw Grandpa's expression.

"He is the sky, how can you cry alone... Grandpa, what does this sentence mean?" Su Ming frowned.

"The legend is really true..." Grandpa looked at the leather tent, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the leather tent and see the Wushan.

"This sentence should be a self-ask. Compared with the vast sky, what else do I have to be sad... Or, there are other charms..." Grandpa sighed, I don't know what he thought of, and his words were full of vicissitudes, and he said slowly.

"As for the words of worshiping fire, Grandpa doesn't quite understand. You can see that maybe this is your creation." Grandpa withdrew his eyes and looked at Su Ming kindly.

"A month later, Grandpa will go to the Fengzhen tribe. If you are outside at that time, remember to come back."

"And, Grandpa, I saved a clan of the Oolong tribe in the nest of the moon wing. Her name is Bai Ling, the granddaughter of the barbarian of the Oolong tribe." Su Ming nodded, as if he remembered something, and said it again.

"Bai Ling?" Grandpa was stunned and meditated for a long time. He asked Su Ming to go back to rest first. After Su Ming left, there was a trace of reminiscence in Grandpa's eyes.

"Le Su... Your granddaughter was inadvertently saved by my family's Laso... This matter may make you hate me and reduce it..." Grandpa sighed, and the memory in his eyes became stronger.

"The blood moon is ahead of schedule... and the powerful qi and blood that suddenly came from the Black Mountain that night... The disaster is about to happen..." Grandpa closed his eyes and muttered, showing his worry.

Su Ming left Grandpa's house and walked in the tribe. Instead of returning to his tent, he went to Lei Chen's home. Seeing that Lei Chen's body was only a little scarred, he was still alive. After giving him some medicine in person, he was relieved.

Lei Chen was also quite happy to see Su Ming. He patted his chest and boasted about the scene of his battle with Yueyi. His saliva splashed. It was not until he talked for a long time that Su Ming left with a smile.

It's late at night now, but when Su Ming's eyes fell on a lit leather tent not far away, there was a hesitation on his face.

There is the home of the watcher and the home of Beiling.

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In these two chapters, Ergen is trying to have something different from the immortal rebellion. Maybe you can feel it. I don't know how you wrote it, but in order to write this first love, Ergen racked his brain to recall his first love...

It's a pity that more than ten years have passed, and it has become a vague memory... In fact, I think the author is sometimes an actor, a director, and a screenwriter. In a short text, he staggers his identity.

Whether it is an actor or a director, I think I will always remember some things in life that moved him in the years, whether it is sad or happy. These memories are precious, so that they are not pale and can be replaced at any time in the play, so they have a real feeling.

In fact, the author is also like this. Remember the touching scenes in life, integrate into the words, and express them. I looked for it for a long time and couldn't find the feeling of my first love under the bright moon, so... I made a rather bold act. Well, I won't say more about this. Anyway, it's also to write a book...

Finally, when you see Ergen's efforts, should you vote for encouragement?

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