The old man sitting on the snow suddenly opened his eyes, his turbid eyes cleared, and he looked at Lu Erjie in front of him and said: Little donor, why give me money?
Lu Erjie put his hand in his pocket, looking a little casual and smiled evilly: Old man, are you a native of the Tianmen?
The old man nodded, not as if he was surprised by Lu Erjie's maturity and said: I am the contemporary saint of Tianmen, you should not be a person in this world, right?
Lu Erjie frowned slightly, looked at the gray sky, sniffed the coldness of the air, and said lightly: Where did I come from, it doesn’t matter anymore, what I want to know is, why am I here to come here?
I didn’t expect that the prophecy of our ancestors was true. Can people really travel through time and space?
The old man murmured to himself, closed his eyes quietly, and said with a sad voice: The way of heaven has a destiny, how can people let falsely predict it?
It was from the broken scroll of the master that he came here to wait for the son of heaven in this month. He was originally skeptical, but unexpectedly, everything was true.
Snowflakes are falling on the street, making rustling sounds
Lu Erjie stood on the snow with a little lonely and confused look on his face. He didn't know why he came to this world or what he would do. Whenever he remembered the era he was in, the country was being humiliated by a strong country, he couldn't breathe.
Although he has accepted Lu Erjie's new identity, it is still far from enough to fully integrate into this world.
A sad piano sounded slowly, and every note was like snowflakes in the low sky, falling on the street, heavy and cold
Lu Erjie trembled gently, but it resonated with the music. He seemed to feel that he was not alone in his heart.
The weak and fragile piano sound slowly stirred the depths of my heart. After the sadness, the piano sound was filled with hope. The trekking ship sailed back to the warm harbor under the lighthouse, and sparks burst out in my heart.
Looking at the place where Lu Erjie made the sound of the piano, it was the second floor of his villa.
The silver-white villa is bathed in the flying snowflakes, as if built in a fairy tale, beautiful. The small window carved with jade flowers on the second floor has been opened, and a pink gauze curtain is floating beside the window. Through the gauze curtain, a beautiful girl can be seen sitting under the window, with two lines of clear tears hanging on her fair face.
I don't know what the girl was thinking, but her tears were not dry, but she suddenly chuckled. The pear blossoms were raining, with a waking beauty. She raised her jade hand lightly, plucked the piano keys, and the more cheerful notes began to jump on the piano.
Lu Erjie stared blankly at Sister Mengping in the window. He didn't expect that this sister who was broken by her fingers became simple, like a fairy, so beautiful that she was so hazy.
Snowflakes flew across the windowsill and floated on Sister Mengping's hair, making her look weak and elegant, making people unable to help but love and care.
Lu Erjie looked up at Sister Mengping and laughed happily. At this moment, he suddenly understood that her willfulness and willfulness were just because of her loneliness and her biological mother's kindness. There were flaws in family affection after all.
He looked at Sister Mengping infatuatedly. Lu Erjie lowered his head and looked at the old man on the ground. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, saying: I want to go to Tianmen
There was not much prayer in his tone, because he knew the mission of Tianmen
It doesn’t matter whether human destiny is determined by heaven. It’s mandatory. In Lu Erjie’s heart, for the first time I understand that I should protect what I love on the road.
If the destiny wants him to be good, he will follow the destiny. Those forces in the world who believe in destiny will definitely be used by him, and the gate of heaven will be; if the destiny wants him to be bad, he will definitely kill people by gods, and the devil will kill demons by demons.
In the world of the world, people are just a drop in the ocean. They live well but enjoy the beautiful things in life. Why should they put too much burden on themselves?
Lu Erjie put his hand in his pocket, looking a little casual and smiled evilly: Old man, are you a native of the Tianmen?
The old man nodded, not as if he was surprised by Lu Erjie's maturity and said: I am the contemporary saint of Tianmen, you should not be a person in this world, right?
Lu Erjie frowned slightly, looked at the gray sky, sniffed the coldness of the air, and said lightly: Where did I come from, it doesn’t matter anymore, what I want to know is, why am I here to come here?
I didn’t expect that the prophecy of our ancestors was true. Can people really travel through time and space?
The old man murmured to himself, closed his eyes quietly, and said with a sad voice: The way of heaven has a destiny, how can people let falsely predict it?
It was from the broken scroll of the master that he came here to wait for the son of heaven in this month. He was originally skeptical, but unexpectedly, everything was true.
Snowflakes are falling on the street, making rustling sounds
Lu Erjie stood on the snow with a little lonely and confused look on his face. He didn't know why he came to this world or what he would do. Whenever he remembered the era he was in, the country was being humiliated by a strong country, he couldn't breathe.
Although he has accepted Lu Erjie's new identity, it is still far from enough to fully integrate into this world.
A sad piano sounded slowly, and every note was like snowflakes in the low sky, falling on the street, heavy and cold
Lu Erjie trembled gently, but it resonated with the music. He seemed to feel that he was not alone in his heart.
The weak and fragile piano sound slowly stirred the depths of my heart. After the sadness, the piano sound was filled with hope. The trekking ship sailed back to the warm harbor under the lighthouse, and sparks burst out in my heart.
Looking at the place where Lu Erjie made the sound of the piano, it was the second floor of his villa.
The silver-white villa is bathed in the flying snowflakes, as if built in a fairy tale, beautiful. The small window carved with jade flowers on the second floor has been opened, and a pink gauze curtain is floating beside the window. Through the gauze curtain, a beautiful girl can be seen sitting under the window, with two lines of clear tears hanging on her fair face.
I don't know what the girl was thinking, but her tears were not dry, but she suddenly chuckled. The pear blossoms were raining, with a waking beauty. She raised her jade hand lightly, plucked the piano keys, and the more cheerful notes began to jump on the piano.
Lu Erjie stared blankly at Sister Mengping in the window. He didn't expect that this sister who was broken by her fingers became simple, like a fairy, so beautiful that she was so hazy.
Snowflakes flew across the windowsill and floated on Sister Mengping's hair, making her look weak and elegant, making people unable to help but love and care.
Lu Erjie looked up at Sister Mengping and laughed happily. At this moment, he suddenly understood that her willfulness and willfulness were just because of her loneliness and her biological mother's kindness. There were flaws in family affection after all.
He looked at Sister Mengping infatuatedly. Lu Erjie lowered his head and looked at the old man on the ground. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, saying: I want to go to Tianmen
There was not much prayer in his tone, because he knew the mission of Tianmen
It doesn’t matter whether human destiny is determined by heaven. It’s mandatory. In Lu Erjie’s heart, for the first time I understand that I should protect what I love on the road.
If the destiny wants him to be good, he will follow the destiny. Those forces in the world who believe in destiny will definitely be used by him, and the gate of heaven will be; if the destiny wants him to be bad, he will definitely kill people by gods, and the devil will kill demons by demons.
In the world of the world, people are just a drop in the ocean. They live well but enjoy the beautiful things in life. Why should they put too much burden on themselves?
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