The sun rises from the depths of the ocean floor.

Hector and Helen were doing morning exercises next to the small straw shed. From a distance, they looked like farmers growing wheat. They placed two scarecrows in the wheat field, swaying with the wind.

Are these still human beings? No. These are simply two handfuls of straw. Since we cannot die, life must go on. These are our Helen and Hector.

It was time to make breakfast, and the two of them were using a "pack-cutting hammer." Our Helen put her right hand behind her buttocks, while Hector, who was never smarter than Helen, raised his right hand above his head, and it was still above his head.

When the top is not lowered, it has already been made into a hammer or scissors.

Our clever Helen looked at him with half an eye, and always kept it the same for a while at first, otherwise it would be meaningless.

It definitely doesn’t matter who wins or loses. This is mainly a process of playing. If you win in one or two moves, not only will others doubt you, but you will also find it meaningless. This is true in love, officialdom, social relations, and all life.

In every aspect of life, there is an unwritten rule that a smart man plays a fool.

The movements of the two people are very similar. They both raise their legs and stamp their feet suddenly when making moves. Not to mention their seriousness and spirit. However, if you were to go back a hundred years ago, you would be so lucky to have such a vision.

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Just let you look at Helen's naked body among her female companions for just one second, and it's 100% guaranteed that you will be unable to close your eyes for three days and three nights. Why? Is this still useful? No, it's just fresh

, the beauty among beauties.

And what you see now is just a piece of crocodile skin hanging in the wind, swaying in the wind. Is this God's fairness?

(Of course not, this is writing a novel. The main point is that when people get old, good-looking people will also become unattractive, and those who have been unattractive since they were young will become even more ugly when they get old.

Same, it scares people to death. To put it more completely, a girl who was good-looking when she was young will still look good even if she is put in a coffin after old age and death. This is of course in comparison. As long as the body does not rot into mud, some

After the New Year, if you open the coffin at the same time, the beautiful ones will still look amiable and cute. And the ones who are not beautiful themselves will look like they are scared to death, and they will feel like they are going backwards.)

"Drinking porridge," Hector said, "Where did he die? Was he tricked by the bald bird? I don't think the bald bird is so stupid. Apart from the bones covered with skin, can there be any meat on the body?

No."

"Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," Hector hummed an unknown tune while looking around for Helen to have breakfast.

"You were hiding somewhere to poop. Damn it, you thought you were a flower girl, big. There are ghosts looking at your butt. When you were a flower girl, you said that if someone looked at your butt

, you will definitely have sweet dreams at night. But if someone looks at your butt now, you will definitely dream about ghosts at night. Damn it."

While Hector was looking for Helen to have breakfast, he was still doing morning exercises. He landed on one hand and rolled the car. He hit faster and faster, rolling his body on the ground like a big turntable and rolling away...

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Even if he is 10,000 years old, he still won't do such an action. After all, he is a military commander.

"Helen," Hector was looking for Helen again. He started to run towards the seaside, fearing that Helen would jump into the river to die. (It should have been called jumping into the sea.)

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Hector was a little panicked at this time. He ran towards the sea on the beach, waving his hands in the air. Was that still a person? No. It was just a few firewood sticks blown by the wind on the beach.

Rolling towards the abyss of the sea.

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Hector seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. As long as he lifted his feet, the wind would blow him forward naturally. He was so old that he had no more strength. Just now during the morning exercise, he was still

Thinking that he was still very young, if someone came to invade his island, he was prepared to use wooden sticks to make bronze spears and stab each one to death, reappearing the bravery and fighting skills of the past.

Morning exercise is just to stretch the muscles and bones for a day of meditation. On this desert island with no outside life, if you don't insist on morning exercise, you will directly sit to death. This is something ordinary people must know, and military commanders know it even better.

But I encountered a ghost today. I had just exhausted all my energy for the day, and now I have to run again to find Helen.

Hector was so angry that he cried: "Helen, where have you been? Brother, I am looking for you. Don't go to the sea. You can't come back from the five continents."

Since they were lost on the five continents, Helen often went to the seaside to search for or wait for the return of her sons. Every time this happened, Hector always had to persuade Helen nicely before Hector would carry her back to the hut.

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"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Hector fell down on the beach, rested for a while, then got up and ran forward. From a distance, he looked like a leaf in autumn, sometimes blown up by the wind, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes when the wind was light.

Then it fell back to the ground.

This is a waning old man, whose bravery and prowess in battle have long since disappeared without a trace.

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Our Hector once again fell to the ground like an autumn leaf because the wind was too weak for him to float. He wanted to rest a little longer this time because he was thinking about his brother Paris.

Helen was brought back from a distant sea by his younger brother. It was his younger brother who went through all the troubles to bring Helen home to be his wife. Unexpectedly, this woman was so beautiful that she attracted heroes from all over the world to fight for her.

Now, Helen's appearance is gone, and no one knows where she is. And her brother, I'm afraid, is no longer alive. Where is the beauty and where is the hero in the life-and-death fight back then.

Has the impregnable city of Ilion been conquered long ago and burned to the ground with only broken walls left?

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

"Helen!"

Hector, this withered yellow leaf in autumn was blown up by the wind again. He staggered forward, and in his hazy tearful eyes, he seemed to see a line of Helen's footprints.

It should have been right in front of the sea, but in front of this old man who was over a hundred years old, it couldn't be further away. He could no longer see clearly the junction of the sea and the coast, as if he was already in the sea.

When walking, it seems as if there is no sea in the world in front of you.

Did Helen jump into the sea and drink up all the sea water, or was the sea already dry and Helen was still walking forward on this road?
Chapter completed!