Luo Bai really wanted to breathe, and wanted to breathe from such a depressed but hopeful world.

For everyone and for all the lost lives, Luo Bai wants to survive well, full of desire for life in this prosperous world.

The gears of destiny will not stop, the steps of these people will not stop, and when the book becomes more and more streamlined, the people who get it will not stop their own steps.

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Later, Luo Bai could no longer see the old man walking outside, but could only see the old man lying on the table and vomiting blood.

Wearing a thin cloak and a single dress, the windows blew open a gap, and the cold wind was blowing, and the flames of the lampstand were swaying, as if the wind was strong, the flames would be extinguished.

In such an environment, the old man still holds a brush in his hand and copyes something on the paper.

Luo Bai's station was a little far away and he couldn't see the words written on the paper.

But Luo Bai just watched such an old man in front of the table day after day, never stopping and it rained?

Snow falls?

Falling ice?

Everything did not stop him from writing at the speed of time. Time was still and time passed.

His hair was gray, his cough grew longer and longer, and his hands were trembling, and he couldn't even handle the pen as light as a feather!

His world is only the white paper on the table!

No matter whether it is blank or covered with handwriting, to him, it is still his entire world!

It seems that all breathing should be followed by the paper.

He fell down and fell before dusk. The sunset was shining. The sunset passed through the gaps in the window and remained on the wall. It seemed that the shadow of something could be seen.

This should have been a very peaceful scene, and it should have been very warm. You can see the old man sitting down and resting.

But no one expected that he would fall!

He fell down straight, his body stiffened, and he didn't even have the last breath.

He lost his words, his mouth slightly raised, and a trace of blood was revealed.

His eyes were closed, as if he had no memory of the whole world.

He left, Luo Bai could float his body. He looked at the old man on the ground deeply, and then flew to the desk table. He wanted to see what these old man were writing and drawing.

When Luo Bai flew over, there was a picture of Junying grass that had not been finished yet. The shape of the flower, the texture of the leaves, and the forks of the roots were all clear at a glance.

Such a painting shocked Luo Bai. He had the Junyingcao, but he knew something that could match the previous part of it.

There is a large part of it that Luo Bai doesn't know.

After years of hard work, what I want to create is this?

Scrolls?

Luo Bai didn't believe it. He waved his sleeves, and the wind blew away all the paper on the table. The paper floated in the air and fell one by one.

Luo Bai raised his head slightly and saw the content on the paper. Some were painted paper like Junyingcao, while others were written in regular script, and every stroke showed his thoughts.

Later, the old man passed away and was discovered, and the messy papers on Android were also seen by his descendants.

Later, Luo Bai couldn't explain why.

It seems that the people of this family have always been on the road of inheritance and have always been what they insist on.

But Luo Bai doesn't like this, he doesn't like illusory things.

He doesn't think that something will be rewarded by the passing of time and life.

But when life passes, Luo Bai's heart will also be hurt.

He is a bystander, but he has experienced everyone's life more.

Waiting for food to pass away.

Every journey of life is accompanied by Luo Bai's phantom.

How long has the time passed?

One hundred years?

A thousand years?

a thousand years?

Tens of thousands of years?

The concept of time is also blurred.

What time can carry seems to be less heavy.

However, Luo Bai's heart was getting more and more empty. He hadn't seen a figure for a long time, and their figure was slowly dying!

It seems that there is no memory of them in the world.

All the mountains, rivers and rivers are changing, and the world measured under your feet begins to expand, begins to shrink, and begins to become less and less like the existence in memory.

Finally, it is set at a certain moment.

"Did you see it? The glory of the Lin family and the memory of the Lin family."

Luo Bai stood in the distance, with clouds rolling by under his feet, rooms, mountains, rivers and rivers all swished by, and in the end there was only a white world.

Luo Bai realized that he had already escaped. The world he had seen was nothing more than the world in memory, but the world outlined with emotion.

However, the inner feelings made Luo Bai not want to speak at this time. The shallow voice would not become his voice, the sound he was about to make.

Human faces gather in front of us. When clouds surging, Luo Bai can always see many faces he has seen before. This is a gathering of thoughts. There is such a situation.

normal.

However, Luo Bai didn't want to see such a scene. The memories outlined by the familiar pictures were what he wanted to forget.

However, some memories will take root, and even if you want to forget them, it is unlikely.

The sound settled, but there was no sound for a long time.

Luo Bai looked at the vast white area in front of him, and the tremor in his heart could not be ignored.

"Why do you want me to see these things?"

"If you have been in Yushan forever, you should understand that I am not the Lin family or their descendant."

"As a bystander, I have seen everyone's life and death, and the tears flowing down, and people who cry and laugh, their spirits will last forever!"

"But, it wasn't until this time that I discovered something that I couldn't do anything, right?"

Luo Bai could not see the owner of the sound, but it did not prevent Luo Bai from knowing that the existence behind the sound must be somewhere in this white space.

"There is something that can be obtained even if it is not the Lin family. You are the one who is destined to be."

"You are determined and have not been facing collapse because of these things. You have persisted step by step."

The sound continued to sound, but Luo Bai looked at the face in front of him as the sound fell.

Why did Luo Bai suspect that the voice came from the strange face of the servant?

Is it an illusion?

Or?

Luo Bai took two steps forward, only two steps, and the human face formed by the clouds rubbed and ran away.

Luo Bai wanted to raise the corners of his mouth, but he held it back.

No, the scene now feels a little bit self-indulgent, which makes Luo Bai feel useless.

What a pity.

Luo Bai reached out to touch his eyebrows. Why is this thing so scared of him?

However, Luo Bai now felt very strange about what he said.

What?

What will exist on the top of Yushan Mountain?

"It's not here with me, but in the veins. Someone noticed its existence and was about to take it away, but unfortunately the island became like this."

The man looked at Luo Bai's unrequited movements and flew back again with a swish.

The emotions change very quickly, as if it was because Luo Bai was the one who recognized him. He couldn't say he was too afraid of Luo Bai, but if Luo Bai had any moves, he would still feel scared.

Maybe that's the emotion.

"That thing isn't here now?"

Luo Bai raised his eyebrows. This was something he didn't expect. He thought he could see that thing immediately.

What a pity.

Wouldn't it be a pity?

The face didn't know what Luo Bai was thinking, but when he saw that Luo Bai did not leave, he felt much better.
To be continued...