Han Yiming was so curious about the secretary that he could not suppress his hand. He reached out to take the book, spread it flat on his left palm, looked at the master, stretched out his hand to open the page, and looked up.

There was still a piece of white paper in front of him. Han Yiming felt uneasy, and he stretched out his hand and slowly pointed a little on the page. Nothing appeared on the white paper. Han Yiming stretched out his finger and clicked a little on the page. The white paper was still white. No handwriting was revealed, and no strokes appeared. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel a little despaired, and turned to the master and said, "Master, disciple..." Suddenly, he saw the master and his two snow-white eyebrows froze, staring at his hands, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He immediately stopped talking and stopped talking. He saw the master and his eyes staring at the book in his hands, his expression became more and more focused, and he hurriedly looked at the book in his hands, but the secretary in his eyes was still a stack of white paper.

Han Yiming calmed down and whispered: "Master, Master!" Qin Wufang suddenly came to his senses and looked at him. His eyes were not the gentleness and clearness they usually had, but sharp and depressed. He couldn't help but be shocked by the look and stood blankly. Qin Wufang had always been kind and friendly. Han Yiming had never seen the Master change his expression. Even if Qinglong came to him and actually threatened him, he still had a calm expression as usual. He was the kind of person who was unmoved in front of him, which was particularly reassuring. Seeing the Master's expression change at this time, he couldn't help but be surprised!

But just a moment, Qin Wufang's expression calmed down. He glanced at Han Yiming and said, "Yiming, what are you going to say?" Master has never asked questions and can know what others are in his heart. Han Yiming was stunned and said, "Disciple, I can't see anything." Qin Wufang shook his head slightly: "Well, yes, you can't see yet." He looked at him again, but this time there was a little more exploration in his expression. Han Yiming could withstand such a look, and was quite uneasy. But he heard Qin Wufang say, "Yiming, do you really can't see it? Look again."

Han Yiming said, "Yes." He put the secretary together first and put the secretary in his palms. After Ning Ding for a moment, he placed the secretary flat on his left palm and gently opened a page. It was still the same white paper with the old color of time. Han Yiming calmed down and pointed his right index finger at the white paper. Suddenly, a hazy area appeared on the white paper. Han Yiming's finger was still a few inches away from the white paper. He saw that there were traces of hazy signs on the white paper, so he quickly stopped and looked at the hazy area.

Although this hazy piece is also white, there are a few words faintly visible below. He looked at it for a long time before he could determine that it was the handwriting. At first, he thought that there were many people hiding after the hazy piece. Even he seemed to hear someone's voice in his ears, but he could not hear anything! After Jingxin looked for a moment, the people moving behind the hazy piece suddenly disappeared, but saw a stroke on the edge of the hazy piece. The handwriting was originally ink black, but the hazy piece was too thick, and even the ink color could not be revealed. Han Yiming couldn't help but look down. Suddenly, a flash in front of his eyes, and the stroke that he could see was gone!

Looking at the secretary again, there was only a piece of white paper left, and nothing else was gone. Looking up, Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, you still can't see it!" Han Yiming said, "Master, I only saw one stroke." Qin Wufang nodded and said, "I know." Han Yiming returned the secretary to the master and suddenly asked, "Master, is this book written by itself?" Qin Wufang said, "It's right to record by itself, but it's not written by itself." Han Yiming couldn't help but ask, "Who is writing by itself?"

Qin Wufang looked at him: "Yiming, aren't everyone's experiences and pasts written by themselves?" Han Yiming was stunned, and Qin Wufang said again: "How can others write your own experiences for you? They are all written by themselves!" Han Yiming couldn't help but look at the secretary again, and Qin Wufang said: "Your experiences are also written by yourself." Han Yiming couldn't help but say: "If I let me write, I won't let myself meet robbers, but my parents don't let me..."

But Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, everyone's experience is written by themselves. So do you." Han Yiming couldn't say the words that had reached his mouth. Although the words were ups and downs in his heart, they couldn't say them. Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, I know all your past. I don't blame you, and I don't say anything anymore. It's all the past. It's useless to say it, and it only increases sadness. I just tell you that in life, accidents are inevitable. Can you expect others to help you with everything?" Han Yiming couldn't help but be silent. Qin Wufang said, "It's better to save yourself by yourself instead of relying on others to save you." Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, but could no longer speak, and tears filled his eyes in an instant.

He stood for a while, and Qin Wufang said, "We won't talk about it today, you go back first. Yiming, I didn't mean to talk about the past that made you sad. I just told you that everything can only be done by yourself. I am strong and can do my best to help others. But you can't count on others' help to you!" Han Yiming didn't dare to say a word, for fear that he would cry when he made a sound. Standing on the side, he didn't even dare to nod, and just nod, tears rolled down. He suppressed his sadness for a long time, but the endless sadness and sadness rushed into his eyes with the tears that came out of his nest.

Qin Wufang said: "Even if God has eyes, there is still a look in the world. Only by taking care of this eye can you take care of it. Therefore, you cannot always expect others to help you, but you must do your best to help others. So saving others is like saving yourself! Well, you go back first, let's talk about the secretary's affairs another day." Han Yiming lowered his head and walked out of the house and stepped out of the threshold. His whole body was trembling and it was hard to suppress it. He ran away, hurriedly walked out of the bamboo forest, knelt down on the edge of the cliff, and cried loudly.

The master said right, everything in the past was written by himself. At that time, I never wanted to save myself, but was just panic, but was afraid and frightened. I never could escape from that place, nor had I ever had to argue with the robbers, and completely waited for others to rescue me. Now it seems that the robbers had no ropes to tie them up. As long as they had a law and had plans and had a chance to seek opportunities, there was no opportunity to escape quietly? When they left, they would not kill their father. They would always have to have a ticket to kidnap for money, and they would always have to have a ticket in their hands, and their wealth would come like water. They could run away and go back to the village to seek rescue. Unfortunately, they did nothing, except shaking in the corner, but shaking in the corner!

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