Pain, painful pain, but the pain is not myself, but others. I feel that I am still alive, but I can't find the evidence that I still live. I want to prove that I am dead, but I always feel that I am still alive.

I saw Xianxian, I saw it again, and I was a little excited when I saw him. It saw me without dodge and did not mean to harm me. I asked him a lot of things.

These things are all about me, and the person named Ling Tianxing. It told me one by one, but I couldn't hear it. I listened hard. His voice was still very small. I had to get close to listening.

But unfortunately, I still can't hear what he is talking about. When I want him to say a loud voice, he suddenly disappeared, leaving me alone, and it turned into a yellow sand in an instant. This is the road to the yin and yang world. It seems that I really die.

"Fan Soul ~ What are you doing here," a familiar and strange voice passed into my ears, making me feel a lot of coolness, but I can’t show any feelings. Maybe the ghost has no ghosts. Expressy.

"I ..." I said a word for a while, and I didn't know how to answer her, so I just said: "I come out for a walk, you ... how about you," I asked her in turn, of course she was not someone else, it was Ouyang Xue.

"I'm here to play with you. Didn't you say that after reading the book I gave you, come here to discuss the meaning of each poem in the book," Ouyang Xue said, coming over and wanting to pull me to hold me. Hand, at this time, she was like a small girl, a childish look.

I originally wanted to say, I haven't promised her what I want to discuss with her, and the book was read by the fat man, I haven't read it yet, but I opened my mouth again and said, "Oh ~ After reading it, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are very beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful, the poems inside are beautiful. "

"Then do you like that song," Ouyang Xue lowered his head in front of me, and his face was a little crimson. It may be embarrassed.

"Oh, of course, the" The Far Far Far in the World "," I answered her with a smile.

But she suddenly looked at me in anger, making me feel uncomfortable: "You lie to me, there is no poem in the" Bird Collection "I give you, why do you lie to me,: Ouyang Xue's eyes, the eyes of Ouyang Xue, the eyes of Ouyang Xue, the eyes of Ouyang Xue, the eyes of Ouyang Xue, the eyes of Ouyang Xue, the eyes of Ouyang Xue, the eyes of Ouyang Xue, Full of grievances.

His eyes couldn't help but remind me of the little beauty who had had a period of time with Xiaobai's face. The little beautiful woman who made a box of lunches fry the house. It is estimated that at this time, she had gone even her soul at this time. Yes, she was in my arms in my arms. Dead.

At that time, her eyes looked at me, full of grievances. The eyes of a dead person should be full of reluctance, but she was full of grievances. It turned out that she was really a deep -hearted woman.

When I saw it, Ouyang Xue disappeared, and was replaced by Ouyang Nan. He looked at me blandly. Perhaps he could not see any expression. Perhaps he was justice for his sister. think.

And the place where I am now is not the place where the long yellow sand, but the mountains, that is, the yin and yang world, and Ouyang Nan, who is looking at me, sit on the stone in the heart of my heart.

He looked at me, didn't say anything, but just sighed, but his move reminded me of a person, my master, the guy who claimed to be a fairy, at this time he disappeared for a long time.

I suddenly felt that he was down there, so I went down to look for it. Just then, a familiar voice sounded. It was Fatty. He was calling me. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, just like when I heard Zixian talking. .

I had no choice but to get closer to listen, but when I got closer, he suddenly grabbed my arm like a ferocious beast. I suddenly woke up and wanted to shake him off. At this moment, a sense of reality spread throughout my body. My whole body.

I opened my eyes and found that I was lying in the hospital. My family was all here. My mother saw that I was awake and was wiping tears again. I put another IV in my right hand and wanted to reach out my left hand to touch my mother and comfort her. But I was shocked.

I would rather believe that I am dead than believe this fact. I am also unwilling to accept this fact. My left hand is gone.

I can't accept this reality, but in front of my mother, I can only pretend to be indifferent. But I know that my mother must be more uncomfortable than me at this time. Every child is a piece of flesh that has fallen from the mother's body.

"Thirsty," I squeezed out the word.

My mother quickly wiped her tears with her hands and said, "Wait a minute, Mom will peel an apple for you." Mom picked up the apple and peeled half of it. Then she suddenly stopped and said to me, "I can't do it with apples. Just wait a minute." , Mom will get you a pear, "

She went to get the pears, but she seemed to think of something again, "You just woke up, it's not good to eat pears," my mother said, her voice choked again, I smiled, "It's okay, your son is very lucky and will not leave you." "They say this kid is a debt collector, and my debt is not over yet," I said to my mother with a smile, but I knew that the smile on my face was forced.

The door opened, and Fatty and his father came in. My father, who had been working hard outside all year round and rarely seen me, looked much older at this time. Fatty wanted to say something, but when he saw that I had just woken up, he knew that I would definitely be with my family. After talking, he went out.

My father bought lunch back and looked at the sunshine outside through the curtains. I thought it was about time now, "Son, no matter what, you can't blame Xiaopang'er for this." My parents ate together and after a long silence, This was the first thing my father said.

I nodded, of course I couldn’t blame the fat man for this, it was all fate. I was shocked. Ever since I met that driver, whenever I think of this sentence, I always think of him unconsciously.

"I don't blame him. Don't worry. Your son is fine. He's missing one arm, and he still has another one. He's better than the first. Compared to the blind, I can still see. Compared to the wheelchair-bound, I can still walk. Compared to deaf-mute people, I can hear and speak," I thought for a while and answered my father.

He seemed to be very satisfied with my answer, but he didn't have much education. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't find anything literate to say. But I think his last words were based on his life insights: "The road ahead is still bright." "It's still growing."

At night, when I saw that I was awake, Fatty and I even talked about letting my parents, who had not slept for days and nights, go back to sleep, while Fatty stayed here with me.

"It's all my fault. If I could have done it earlier..."

"I don't blame you," I interrupted the fat man's self-blame, "Tell me, what happened at that time,"

The fat man was about to answer, but I suddenly thought of something and said to the fat man: "Where is my book?"

It's next to your pillow. When you were unconscious, you sometimes read books, so I put it there without looking through it. Really, I swear to the lamp, I accidentally got the oil on it." Just when the fat man finished his vow, the light in the ward flashed twice and went out.

Fortunately, my eyes are pretty good, so I flipped through this "Collection of Flying Birds", and finally, on the fifth page and the twenty-first page, I found a few beautiful fonts. When the two pages were put together, they happened to be That song "The Farthest Distance in the World".
Chapter completed!