Chapter 117 Chapter 117: Houyi without bow and arrow

Suzaku Hansey said: For the past few days, I have always had hallucinations at dusk, thinking that it is already deep winter, and I should be able to see the quiet falling snow when I open the curtains The winter of that year was flying Prajna You bloomed a stalk that was bright but broke three memories Whose silence took away whose clothes Whoever refuses to call a curtain call will always stage prosperity The desolation that I have endured blooms one, two, and three broken chapters The place where endless memories come from is crowded with angels with blurred faces A country without sorrow grows tall grass of sorrow

The lost years in the tall grass keep flying south with the birds flying south North of Mohe North of Polaris The broken strings darken the tomb of the soul And I from ancient times Just a hunter of lost memories standing in the wind no way back no way back Free, lonely, rebellious, rebellious, fierce, gentle, wandering, eternal life Xuanwu Luoluo said: I'm not Houyi, I don't bring bow and arrow When I was writing, I kept thinking, do I really want to go on like this without hesitation, just like myself when I was in high school, when I turned the horse's head and killed in the direction of 180 degrees, I heard the truth in my heart. The night of the song was sung more desolately than ever.And it is the same now.I know that this style will lose many readers, but I hope to show you all the frustrating things in life, and at the same time make us cherish the comforting things in life more.

Hansey said that Xiaosi walked in another direction without hesitation, single-handedly, like a lonely hunter. I know that such a journey is full of countless unknowns, but when I am weaving this story, the story itself comes alive. I look at the characters in my writing, they are full of blood and emotion, like this world On the other side, live a group of friends that I love deeply.But on the Internet, there are still many people who say that what I write is not bloody.I don't know what it takes to be bloody, and now I don't want to know.I was just thinking, simply thinking, as I have always faced life with the most sincere side, this kind of life is the most real.

I am not the Xiao Si who lives in everyone's writing, nor is I the Xiao Si on paper, I am not a god, nor are I other things that others say.I'm just a simple person, a person who has laughter and tears like everyone else.A person who likes to put his hands in his trouser pockets and watch all the joys and sorrows with a deadpan expression but a piercing heart. Luoluo said: I'm not Houyi, I don't bring a bow or arrow. I said: I am Houyi without bow and arrow.