Her Heartless Evil Man

I sat down slowly and breathed deeply. That is, at this moment, I saw a strange scene. In front of me was a mountain shrouded by hazy fog, green forests, colorful flowers, butterflies flying happily. At the foot of the mountain was a lake of clear water, calm and peaceful. I stared at everything in front of me, This is the immortal residence I have always dreamed of, but then I felt the slight tremor of the earth's surface, and the fairyland disappeared in an instant. It turned out to be a mirage.

But the beauty of that scene has been deeply imprinted in my mind.

It would be nice to dream of living there, but the storm has come and I don't have time to think about it anymore.

As if the earth was shaking, the sky suddenly darkened when it was still clear,

Not far away, the rolling sand dunes converge into sand mountains, which are rising at a double speed and coming towards me. I look at such a high sand mountain, I am frightened, and I know that I may be buried by yellow sand at any time, but since I chose the desert as my eternal destination, it is useless to be afraid again. I covered my mouth and nose, I narrowed my eyes and hid on the side of the camel. I looked forward to a miracle and expected me to live.

The vibration of the sand surface is getting louder and louder. I even heard a huge roar. Countless sands hit me. Some sands hit me. I feel hot and painful. Since the sky is going to be like this, how can I do.

Close my eyes tightly, darkness and suffocation come together with the wind and sand. I slide through turdan's face and pray for them again. I even wonder why I chose this death journey.

There is no way to turn back, let's just sink.

I felt a little pain in my heart. A large piece of sand rolled down on me, so ruthless and cruel. For a moment, I only felt myself moving rapidly among the sand, but it was painful. The sand scraped me, and it was difficult to breathe. A huge suction kept pulling me, rising and falling in the sand countless times. The feeling of suffocation and oppression had reached the extreme, I finally fell into the boundless darkness

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When I woke up, grass brushed my cheek. Under the cloudless blue sky, green grass, big pink flowers at the mouth of the bowl, and the leisurely and quiet lake, I saw a fairyland on earth.

Biting my tongue, the slight pain tells me that all this is true. I'm still alive. I'm actually in an uninhabited fairyland.

Struggling to stand up, staggering towards the big pink flower, its fragrance attracts me, and the enchanting flower also attracts me.

Smelling the flower fragrance, the whole body is comfortable, making the injured and tired body feel more comfortable. I don't know the flower, and I've never heard of Qingyang. But I look at its color and smell its fragrance. I already know that it is a rare flower in the world. It has medicinal value, but I don't know its specific medicinal value.

I don't know why, smelling the fragrance of the flower, I had the same strength. With a gentle sweep, even Fengwei step was brought into play as usual. I was very happy. The things and articles wrapped around me had already disappeared in the wind and sand.

There's nowhere to find. I'm just wondering why I'm here. Maybe it's the will of God. It's also the Qingyang sentence that keeps me from dying. There must be afterblessings to warm my heart.

When I was hungry, I found some wild fruits to satisfy my hunger. When I was thirsty, I drank the clear water in the lake. When I was sleepy, I slept on the grass. When I woke up, I built a cabin of my own. Finally, in only two or three days, I had a nest of my own.

Living near the water, adjacent to the mountains, with me are dragonflies, butterflies, birds, and even the snakes I used to fear most, but now, I like them. With their existence, I have the feeling of life.

I have learned how to survive in this world without doing anything all day. The fish in the water and the wild vegetables in the mountains are my food to satisfy my hunger.

Gradually, I found that the pink flower was really helpful to my recovery. Standing by the lake, in the mirror like water, my face was ruddy and healthy. I stroked my face. I didn't even believe it. Twisting the petals countless times, I gradually found that the flower had the function of internal tonic, which was even more beneficial to my disease, No wonder my body is getting better and better.

Some joy and some loneliness. At this moment, I actually miss Luoxuan Pavilion on the grassland, my little nine and turdan.

I have walked around here countless times, but in addition to this oasis and a green mountain, there is only boundless sand in this area. That is the desert. I was involved here from that desert, but I have lost my way.

My body was getting better and better, so I tried to see if I could get rid of the pink flower. However, within three days after I cut off the flower, my body returned to its original weakness, and my heart began to ache slowly.

Some wonder, can't I leave here?

But after several attempts, I was finally discouraged. Perhaps when I left Luoxuan Pavilion, the voice calling me to the desert was the arrangement of heaven. God allowed me to live again, but it made me lose the sweetness of gathering with my relatives. In the end, I can't be lucky.

Some hate, but there is nothing to do.

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The birds in the sky often perch in front of my cabin. Some birds come and go. On this day, I watched more than a dozen birds fly, and I suddenly had an idea.

Catch a bird, stretch out his index finger and write on the wing with his internal force: Yun Qi'er is in an oasis in the desert.

I've written one by one. Maybe these birds can be caught by people on the grassland. I can only pray like this.

One month, two months, one year, two years, countless times of writing, countless times of placing hope on birds, but countless times of disappointment. I can't live without this flower. It turns out that people's life is so strange that they always have to rely on what to survive.

Waking up is looking at the distance. I know my handwriting on the wings of birds. Even if someone finds it, it may not find my location, because even I don't know my location, but I can't leave here. The pink flowers hold me back.

Quietly passing years, from winter to summer, from summer to winter, I only remember that six years have passed since that summer, and my heart is slowly used to such loneliness. Perhaps few people have seen this oasis. I have never seen human smoke. I often talk to myself on the lake and often call my little nine, hoping that he can feel my existence.

But I'm still lonely.

It was another summer. I woke up in the morning and gently pushed the door open. In a trance, I found countless birds perching in the grass and flowers outside the door. It was really spectacular, but how could there be so many birds all of a sudden?

I blew a whistle and startled the birds. They flew up suddenly. I was stunned by layers. I've never seen so many birds before.

I fly with them and feel free together.

Holding a bird's wing, he wrote something on it. Suddenly, there was a whistling sound. The sound was like heaven Lai, which surprised me in an instant. Is it true? I heard you right.

Then carefully identify and listen. It's really the sound of Xiao. It's my familiar plum blossom three lane song. My heart is ecstatic. I fly away to the sound. Who is it? Who is it? Is it my little nine?

Closer and closer to the whistling sound, the real sound reassured my heart a lot.

In the boundless green grass, a young man holding a long Xiao was playing the plum blossom three lane.

Suddenly surprised, it was really my little nine. Behind him was turdan I missed so much.

How many times I imagined the arrival of small nine and turdan, but when this moment really appeared, I didn't believe it. I was stunned. I looked at turdan and small nine in front of me. Wasn't I really in a dream?

At the moment that the boy saw me, the Xiao in his hand suddenly stopped. He rushed to me, "e Niang, is that you?"

The arms around my neck are tight, as if they are afraid of me disappearing. Tears slowly fall. For six years, I finally wait for my child. How many six years of life are there? In the first six years, I had my little nine, but I lost him again. In the second six years, I left my home and my relatives ruthlessly. I was just afraid. I was afraid of my death, which made turdan feel gray and cold.

Behind him, he surrounded me and Xiao Jiu. When the smell of grass spread around me again, I knew that the most beautiful moment in my life had come.

Here are turdan, Qingyang and others!

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Turdanfanwai

When I was very young, my father Khan and e Niang were very strict with me. They danced with knives and guns and learned words day by day. At that time, I didn't feel boring. I like this life. These will make me stronger and prevent me from being bullied by others. This is what my mother always warned me when I was babbling.

Every time my father Khan went to war, he would take me with him. I remember that when I first went to the battlefield, I was only three years old. I rode a sweat BMW that my father Khan picked for me thousands of miles. My small body sat on the horse's back. From a distance, it even made people think there was no one on the horse's back.

When I was four years old, I was a head shorter than my peers. My mother was always worried about me and worried about me. She stared at me to eat all kinds of tonic every day, but it was useless for me to eat. My height was still not tall.

One day, I was playing outside my father Khan's yurt. I shared the mud with him and turned the mud into villains. Although it looked like nothing, I was still very happy to see my achievements.

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