My Heart Goes to You Like a Deer to the Stream

Innocent child?" She half-crouched in front of Roland and quietly looked at the black-haired boy's face, watching him carefully turn his amber eyes and try his best to find his direction - he had to 'look' at her to speak to show respect. This is a frightened and miserable child. The eyes can't see yet. She judged in her mind and rubbed Roland's slightly pale and sickly face with her rough fingertips, all the way to her neck, arms, and wrists. A powerless body. Mortal. And it's not visible yet. A beautiful and fragile boy, a delicate doll, a trembling bird in the cold winter - the image of Roland in her eyes kept changing, all the way back to the sparrow that froze to death outside her window when she was a teenager. Through the window, she watched it shivering, struggling, and finally becoming stiff. A strange feeling came over me. "Confronting fear gives you courage and strength. Boy, it's all over. "She gently grabbed Roland's hand, wrapped him with her rough and strong palm, and then slowly pulled him up from the ground. "This nightmare is over. The Father of All will not allow these cultists to walk within His sight. " After those strange, prayer-like whispers were recited, the cross-shaped silver pendant on the woman's chest shone brightly: It was like a warm and soft flame, floating down very slowly and lightly, blowing over Roland's body like a gauze. The murmurs in his ears seemed to never bother him again. He finally regained his energy, and the previous physical weakness seemed like a waking dream. He heard the faint sound of high-spirited singing coming from his ears, but it quickly drifted away. "I am the Executor of Holy Cross Church: Enid. "The woman put away the necklace and stretched out her hand to him.

It's a very good novel. The early part was exciting, but by the middle, I stopped following it.

The waiter's fingers trembled, the woman covered her face and cried, and the owner of the tavern looked ashen. All the customers had already fled to avoid the vicious bandits. The infamous organization on the east coast of the Principality of Bema, the Black Sail Pirates, is working here. Captain Li Site implemented three principles in his work, which allowed him to survive to his tenth year in this strange and turbulent world without external modifiers and language barriers. The first is that if a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firm. When you go out to do things, pay attention to a packaging. It doesn't matter whether you are a ruthless character or not. You must make the other party feel that you are a ruthless character. His weapon was a blood-stained flail, with an iron shell embedded in one end of the wooden handle and a chain attached to two iron balls half as big as his head and covered with spikes. The reason why he used two of them was because Li Site thought it was a noble range of damage. It was a secondary weapon, used to deal with some minions. The main weapon is a long-handled war hammer over one meter long, standing on one side. The chisel on the back of the big hammer is so sharp that it can be used for mining like a pickaxe. However, it is mostly used to collect other things. Li Site called it the "Frost Cuckoo Crying Blood", which is more sad than sad. It is too painful. He thinks his outfit is also very fashionable and bluffing. His beard is so long that it forms a fashionable braid, his hair is as sharp as a steel needle, and a scar as thick as a finger crosses the bridge of his nose and almost runs through both ears. He was once almost hit in the head with an axe. Wearing a light leather breastplate, cotton and linen trousers, and a pair of large black leather boots. "Your loan plus interest, as well as my own labor fee, total seventeen gold dragons." Li Site is tall, about two meters tall, with a hoarse voice, and his skin is roughened by the wind and sun from living in the sea for many years. He has acted to the point where he believes that he is a desperado who kills without blinking an eye. In the Coinage Act passed in 1277 of St. Alan's calendar, anyone could send gold or silver bars to the mint to be minted into coins without any charge, and they could also immediately exchange them for coins of equivalent value. In the Battle of the Giant Wall, the Kingdom of Bema lost to the Aram Empire that ruled the Western Continent. Although it was converted into a principality due to enfeoffment, its autonomy was quite limited. It had been integrated into the empire's currency settlement system, giving up the huge benefits of seigniorage and being restrained for a long time. One Aramaic gold dragon is equal to approximately two hundred silver meters, and one silver coin is approximately equal to fifty copper noahs. Only the golden dragon with the largest denomination is relatively rare, and people use formal names. The rest are also called Aramaic silver coins and Aramaic copper coins. "Seventeen Golden Dragons..." The owner of the tavern is stuck in his throat. This is not a small sum of money. It can already buy a decent residence with a living room in a coastal town. "I settled the bill quickly. I don't care. It's just that the two gentlemen here don't want to go in vain." Li Site put the flail on the table and banged it loudly. He crossed his legs and rocked the chair without fear of tipping over. The second principle is that if you don't know how to lead a team, you can only work until death. It's easier to do things when there are more people. Are you good at fighting? When you go out to do things, you must pay attention to your power. It doesn't matter whether your companion is a ruthless character, but it must look like a ruthless character. In order to settle today's matter, Li Site brought two relatively unkind-looking people from his eleven-member gang to calm down the situation. Rudder

"Who is buried in the tomb?" "It is my parents who went crazy and lost their way in their early years. They left home for many years and did not return. When they came back to their senses, they found that both parents were dead." The woodcutter nodded, picked up the firewood shelf and carried it on his back. He seemed to have had enough rest and was ready to leave. Before leaving, he looked back at Yi Shuyuan. "I will pass by here when I have time, and I will take a look at it for you. However, with your temperament, if you enter the officialdom in the future, you will definitely taint your natural nature, and I'm afraid it will not go well with you!" Yi Shuyuan was slightly startled, and raised his head to look in the direction of the woodcutter. His mind was still a little sharp, but the rest was fine, but could a normal woodcutter say this? "I have no intention of obtaining fame." Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the woodcutter smiled and shook his head, glanced at him without saying anything, carried the firewood on his back, and left singing folk songs. "Chopping wood~~getting a salary~living life~~~~a pot of wine~~three liters of rice~~~" The lingering sound lingers for a long time, surrounding the mountains. Yi Shuyuan slowly stood up and watched the woodcutter go further and further away. He lowered his head and looked at the bamboo can at his waist. He felt a little excited and couldn't help but think about it. However, although there was some suspicion in his heart, Yi Shuyuan did not stop the woodcutter after all, nor did he ask any questions. In this case, it was better to let things take their own course. At worst, he would still encounter him if he came to Kuonan Mountain a few more times in the future.

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"Hello, your company's address is..." "Are you asking about the headquarters or the branches?" "What, your company still has branches?" "Well, the headquarters is in the African-American country of Wakanda on the Asian and African continent, No. 39 Black Panther Plaza..." "Ah? Why haven't I heard of it? You are abroad?" "Well, I'm abroad for the time being..." "What about the branch?" "The branch is in Yanjing, China..." "..." "..." Evening. The sunset fills the sky. Zhang Yang stood at the door, the loudspeaker tuned to the song "Jasmine", and he faced the crowded streets with a calm smile. There were people pointing and pointing along the way. Some people try to hand in their resumes and then ask Zhang Yang a lot of questions. Zhang Yang, who came from another world, was smiling all over his face at this moment. Under everyone's doubts, he answered everyone's questions very seriously. His eyes are sincere and clear, making people believe him from the bottom of their hearts... Wakanda! What country is this? Many people were stunned for a long time, but they still didn't figure out why! The name of this country is unfamiliar to them. Never heard of it! "Why do we believe you! You don't even have your own booth. If I'm not mistaken, you were still an applicant this morning. If I remember correctly, you only have a high school degree. More importantly, I can't search for this company or this country. Can you explain why?" Several applicants stared at Zhang Yang with doubts in their eyes. "I just entered the gaming industry, and I don't quite understand the current situation of Huaxia Game Company, so I came as a candidate to get a feel for the background of these large Chinese companies... I originally wanted to compete with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in exchange was alienation and rejection. Now that I think about it, I might as well show off my cards and stop pretending..." "???" The sunset light shines on Zhang Yang's face. Zhang Yang's expression became more sincere. His voice was full of gentleness, his words revealed firmness, and his whole body was filled with confidence that no one could understand. This is an indescribable temperament. In short, many people inexplicably have a feeling that this person is trustworthy. Then......

"Lüzhou, Chen Hua and I rented a small courtyard there and lived there for twelve years before leaving. At that time, Luzhou was in chaos, and outsiders were ostracized by them. It got better later." Gu Cheng recalled that there was nothing worth remembering in those twelve years, so he felt that time passed very quickly. Looking back, twelve years seemed like a blink of an eye. They still retained the habit of staying in Yicheng, but one person was missing. Zhao Hong often looked in the direction of Yicheng in trance. "Later I went to Guandong and passed Yicheng on the way. Zhao Hong wanted to go back and see you, so we turned around and took a look. Yicheng has not changed much in the past twelve years, except that the house left for you has changed people." In those years, everything was in a mess, and you could walk around casually. It was completely different from later, when you needed a temporary residence permit. It was the most difficult period, and you would be checked every time you went out. Fortunately, the temporary residence policy was canceled later, but there were more and more cameras on the streets. Gu Cheng has completely experienced the changes of these years, and all he can recall are some deeply remembered things and vague general impressions. Just like people in the 1970s and 1980s, when they think of the past, it was nothing more than some big bars, rolling hoops, collecting ice cream sticks, and singing and dancing on the big stage in the countryside. If I really want to recall the details, I can't remember many of them clearly. I can only remember some interesting things from the past when I saw some friends from back then and some old streets. On the contrary, the earlier memories are clearer. Those big changes related to oneself and the experiences that affected later life are not easy to forget.

"This is my fault." Qi Xiuning said calmly. Xi An looked at him and said coldly: "I can say one sentence ten thousand times if one mistake can bring someone back to life." "Xian," Gan Yiwei's voice was low. She leaned on her seat and looked out the window, "We who were chosen by this crimson sky knew from the beginning that we would have this day sooner or later, right?" "This is a bullshit choice, this is a curse!" Xi'an's eyes were red, his body leaned forward, and his seat belt was completely tightened. "Bang--" Ding Tong, who was sitting next to him, punched Xi An expressionlessly, knocking Xi An back to his seat. "Quiet." Ding Tong's face was hidden in his hood, and his expression could not be seen. "Revenge." His words were extremely brief. After a long time, Xi'an's mood seemed to calm down a little. He also looked out the window. This huge city was home to nearly 100 million people, but Xi'an knew that this city did not belong to him, nor did it belong to anyone in this car. To ordinary people, they are just like them. Xi'an suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous and a little sad. "What exactly are we protecting?" Xi'an looked up at everyone in the carriage. No one answered him. After a long time, Qi Xiuning slowly spoke: "Protect... Our humanity." Xi An calmed down and looked at him slightly, wondering if he had listened to Captain Qi's words. If they are chosen by the Crimson Factor, if they are not careful, they will fall into an irreversible situation. Xian's confusion is normal. In other words, everyone who will be selected by this crimson sky has his or her own extreme emotional side. A long time ago, she asked Qi Xiuning a similar question. As for the answer? Gan Yiwei can't remember clearly. She only vaguely remembered that at that time, she was always pursuing and trying to prove her existence and worth. But he forgot that she existed in the first place, and any act of pursuing or trying to prove her existence was meaningless. Because she, they, the existence of everything in this world is its meaning. Just like the crimson sky, the everlasting starry sky, and the swaying maple trees in this city, everything waxes and wanes and changes unpredictably, but they all change according to certain rules. So is the fate of man.

It is said that middle-aged people will place their emotions on some weird things, such as teapots, fishing rods, and even charging plugs. But this guy is only in his early twenties, right? "Is the coffee that good?" "You don't understand, savoring the beauty of the old days is one of the few pleasures..." The hand stroking the coffee machine stopped, and a rare melancholy appeared on Yin Fang's face. "I have been chasing the relics of previous civilizations all my life. I dug them out from the ruins and sorted them into categories. I even dreamed about that era in my dreams..." "The frustrating thing is, however, the further I go down this road, the clearer it becomes that... It's impossible to go back." Chu Guang was silent for a while and didn't say anything. He just patted the guy's shoulder lightly. "No need to miss the past." "We're still here." "We are their continuation.

"... What do you want to express?" Bai Yin opened her eyes and met his gaze, looking slightly unhappy. "If you want, you can treat me as a passer-by, a piece of unrealistic story, and you are just sleepwalking. You have not experienced any depressing things, and naturally you will not bear any responsibility, expectation or mission. "I talk nonsense, my wounds heal on their own, I can see the horror behind the darkness, and I make it a habit to hurt other people's lives without any guilt. This is a weird thing, a soap bubble that does not need to be considered in reality, reflecting many unrealistic scenes. "You don't know where I come from or where I'm going. My experiences are fabricated, and I have nothing to do with your father. Those are all my fabrications, so-called illusions. Why do people need a sense of reality and responsibility for such a thing?" Bai Yin held his arm. "Don't try to coax me with such talk," she whispered. "I'm serious. As long as you calm down and feel it, you can naturally discover the illusory feelings in it. You don't need to believe, you don't need to expect, and you don't need to treat me as anyone worthy of attention. "And now, I'm going to act for my own private purposes, and some troublesome contraband is going to be created. The more of them you make, the more unrealistic you will feel about me. Just like you listen to horror stories in the middle of the night, and dream at night and see spirit bears, crow spirits, skull splitters, hive people... And so on. "Imagine that you follow a weird shadow in your dream and walk until you reach the end, and then wake up from your quilt. You find that the sun is in the sky, the birds are chirping, everything is as usual, the person named Ning Yongxue does not exist, and everything that happened in the Security Bureau is not true, - that's it!" Having said this, Ning Yongxue lowered his voice and said, "This is how the world should be." Bai Yin looked at herself for a long time, and then stood up without saying a word. Ning Yongxue was not sure whether she could stand up. She took a glass from the cabinet, drank a glass of cold water to rinse her mouth, and then threw the glass with the blood-stained rim into the trash can, only to hear a cracking sound coming from inside. "Then continue sleepwalking... Just for this moment." She stared at the glass fragments in the trash can. "But, wait until we send them to a place with people. Maybe I don't want to enter the reality there for the time being in the Security Bureau, and I don't want to until I wake up from this strange dream."

"Can the past king of Crete judge himself? The temptation of desire makes the beholder collect the magic box of disaster The spirit of the orchard is clothed with the incarnation of the god of beauty and love The goddess who loves to stir up discord Why don't you avoid the self-absorbed Narcissus? The goddess of the earth who gives birth to all things The mother of monsters, the source of all sin, should perish forever." Ai Liang slowly read out the poem in his notebook. Xu Zhihai stood up and faced Ai Liang. The silly smile had disappeared from his face. At this time, he looked at Ai Liang expressionlessly. "The first sentence, the king of Crete in the past, refers to Rhadamanthys, the judge of Hades in Greek mythology and the king of Crete. However, he was driven out of the country after Minos ruled Crete, so you used the word past. Ai Liang continued: "The law can't help you, so you choose to do it yourself. " "In the second sentence, the temptation of desire makes the beholder take away the box of disaster. This story is easy to guess, and it refers to Epimetheus, the brother of Prometheus, the foolish beholder. Accepting Pandora's gift from Zeus caused disaster to come to the world. " "You use Epimetheus to refer to Wang Qiang, and supermarket to refer to the disaster in Pandora's Box. You are accusing him of taking bribes from wealthy people because of greed, so that your sister's tragic death could not be redressed. " "In the third sentence, the spirit of the orchard is clothed as the incarnation of the god of beauty and love. The first two examples you used are both Greek myths. When it comes to the goddess of love and beauty, my first thought is Aphrodite, but Aphrodite has nothing to do with the orchard elves, so I think of Venus, the other goddess of beauty who corresponds to her. The original meaning of Venus is the elf who ensures a good harvest in the orchards. " "Your sister Xu Zhiling dropped out of school early to work in order to support your studies, and she happened to be a fruit farmer in an orchard in the suburbs. " "That night, Xu Zhiling received the news of her mother's death and hurried back from the orchard. The car ran out of battery halfway because the bus was out of service and she couldn't find a rental. She rushed to the hospital on foot and died in a car accident. " "The third sentence, the goddess who loves to stir up discord, refers to Eris, the daughter of Zeus and Hera. " "That monocular was actually used by you to observe Gao Jiajia and Wang Zi, and Eris was referring to Gao Jiajia. She had ambiguous relationships with many people, which led to mutual hostility and conflicts among the people she was ambiguous with. This was in line with Eris's priesthood - to stir up discord. " "The fourth sentence, why don't you avoid the narcissistic Narcissus, refers to the beautiful boy Narcissus in Greek mythology. In the myth, he is conceited and narcissistic. " "Wang Zi is the same as Narcissus. He is narcissistic and thinks that he is special to Gao Jiajia. She must like him, and you use this to guide him step by step towards paranoia. " "The fifth sentence, the goddess of the earth who gives birth to all things, refers to the creator of the world in Greek mythology, Gaia, the mother of the earth. " "I don't know who you are referring to at the moment.

The newsboys who stopped Lynch discovered after killing the masthead that their miserable days would not change just because the person who oppressed and exploited them disappeared. Many people always say that the pain of life is like having a stone on their head. As long as the stone is removed, life will get better. They even deliberately tell everyone in a bewitching tone that the people who exploit them are the ones who pay their salaries and make them have money to support their families. Perhaps that is true, but not entirely. The situation of the children has not become better after the death of the masthead, because it is not the masthead that truly oppresses and exploits them, but this profit-centered society. It may even be that the disappearance of Masthead has made life a little harder for these children. Without Masthead's social connections and his ability to intimidate outsiders, children will not be able to enjoy the resources that Masthead could get in the past. In the eyes of the children, there is nothing special, or even the source of their pain. Kindness and kindness are often born when people begin to pursue spiritual needs after achieving financial freedom. A person who is so poor that he can hardly afford to wear pants will not think about ideas such as "I want to help others today" and "how to make myself happy by helping others." They just want to make money and fill their stomachs. Only those who have enough to eat and nothing to do want to prove their superiority through their past efforts. Sometimes charity to others is a sign of superiority. I use money that is insignificant to me in exchange for your gratitude, and I will even kneel down for it. The sense of superiority rising from the inside out, from the soles of the feet, the pleasure of being superior to others, and the need for spiritual self-satisfaction will make people feel like "my soul has been sublimated." "Someone once told me that sales are about creating demand. I said it was nonsense. If you create a demand for a poor person that he cannot afford, you will never get a penny of commission in your life!" "Sales is not about creating demand, but about discovering demand and then stimulating demand." He changed his sitting posture, and the young people around him were surrounding him like students, taking notes seriously. "Those who give you time to display items do not want you to create impulses for consumption in a short period of time, but they want to convince themselves that they do not need a certain item by giving you the opportunity to convince them!" "If you can discover what he needs and tell him now is the most appropriate time to buy it, then you have the world in your hands!"