(The third update today!)

On the fourth day, I woke up in the corner and was still covered by yellow sand, but there was no yellow sand outside.

The stone house grew on the gravel, with coconut trees accompanying it.

He climbed up the coconut tree, held the trunk and looked around, and there was nothing else except the world that could not see the boundless world.

Heaven and Earth? This is more like a cage, like the dimensional space written in science fiction novels, without any desolation of life. Apart from the sound of footsteps and his heartbeat, there is no other sound. This makes people feel a bit difficult, but being able to go out to breathe all the time, this environment can't drive him crazy.

I chose a direction at will and continued walking. There should be a stone house ahead waiting for his arrival.

He kicked the stones under his feet boredly, watched the gravel rolling, and listened to the sounds made during the rolling collision. Just a piece of gravel with distorted edges, he could entertain himself for a long time and continue walking and stopping.

Silently, he would always scream suddenly, waving his limbs from time to time, allowing him to find some stimulation when he was bored. But this stimulation gradually became numb, deepening the boring loneliness and lonely loneliness.

In this way, from morning to night, if it weren't for the coconut trees and stone houses that appeared in sight, he would have forgotten to go out for ventilation. He was stunned by sitting at the head of the bed. He could not control himself and sat there blankly, as if sitting in the corner of the stone house.

If this continues, it seems that it will develop into a neurotic disease. Looking at the starlight outside the window at midnight, he seems to be trapped in an infinite cycle in the misunderstanding.

In the church room, two intern priests carrying late-night snacks came in quietly, barefoot so they would not make any noise, and the high priest was also signaled not to make any noise.

Yu Tong fell asleep on the table, with a little crystal clear corner of her mouth, and she was wrapped in a holy light. Bishop Randy fell asleep while leaning on the back of the chair. The old man who was dissatisfied for several days was already a little tired. Amy was also tired, and sat there like him in the projection, making a meditative gesture.

The only one who can persist without any fatigue is Yat, the old man from the Holy Light City, and Kemier who is still floating in the air.

Floating in the air? Just to be closer to him, although he still couldn't feel the warmth of that embrace, the emptiness of his soul made her unbearable because he didn't know where he was.

On the fifth day, I woke up in the corner and was still half covered by yellow sand, but there was still no wind and sand flying outside.

Where does this sand come from?

He took out a dagger from his backpack, and turned to the sharpness of the dagger to carve a smiley talisman in the corner. He thought it was a mark he had been here. He wanted to see if he entered tonight, would it still be this stone house?

Maybe not. He walked for more than ten hours a day and could walk out of two or three hundred miles, because he had to step on the gravel on the ground.

Still in a dead place, he couldn't feel that life was moving, and the sky began to be gray and thunderstorm. If there was a heavy rain, it would be great, but there was not much water vapor in this desolate place, and it wouldn't rain at all.

Only then did he realize that the most difficult thing is not the hero trial, nor is it to keep his spirits tight and avoid attacks coming everywhere. Now he is having difficulty in concentrating his spirits, so he can only look around and look at the lonely world and walk alone.

Zi Yan tried hard to calm her mind, but when she thought about her mother in the distance, her unfilial daughter was unable to rush back on the other side of the earth, tears fell down and she could not stop the dam breaking.

Sitting next to her silently, constantly handing her tissues. Wang Xiaofeng, who was not very good at comforting, was helpless.

Do you want to lend her a shoulder? Before he could make a decision, Zi Yan slowly leaned over and lay on his shoulder and sobbed and cried. She patted her back and sighed softly. These are all things that everyone must experience.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to be raised but the parents are not waiting.

From babbling, learning to walk, to growing up, getting married and starting a career, young parents carry the torture of time for their children until the end of their lives. Their temples are getting whiter and their pace is getting slower. They are looking forward to studying outside, working children have a call, what can children do for them?

There was a little more crystal clear in his eyes. From being sensible to being rebellious as a teenager, how much time has he really been with his parents?

When I was young, I worked as a job and had a few years of cold war with my father. How much did I worry about me? I encountered Waterloo in my life at the age of 22. I lived a drunken life and lived a decadent life, so how much did he bother my parents?

If the one who is suddenly gone now is his parents, how many sins he will bear in this life. If the one who is crying now is himself, how much do he have to do in this life to get himself out of the dungeon of condemnation.
Chapter completed!