When I first saw Jin yuan, standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Wenxiu Qingjun, gentle and elegant as a dream. Jin yuan, who was frightened by Linger's appearance, bit me hard on my hand, and the teeth marks are still there. In Baihe Village, he smiled and said, "There are so many people who have been poisoned by corpses. How can I?". Besides, aren't you still here? In the tomb of the ghost king, I couldn't help hugging him. When we parted in Baihe Village, he said in the moonlight, "Don't say it.". I once thought that I would come to Xianjian, perhaps to meet such a person, as long as he looked at me with such calm and gentle eyes, I would feel that this life is not wasted, not wasted. I once thought that I would come to Xianjian to change the tragedy of all people. I let Xiaoyao no longer regret, Linger no longer die, Yueru no longer regret, Jinyuan. You can avoid misfortune. We met ten years ago. I took his kite. He had been poisoned. The butterfly spirit cried and looked at him helplessly. I remember that night when I knocked on his door and he told me in tears that his life would not last long. He was the same to me, and I was the same to him. However, we are as far apart as business. Ten years of ups and downs, ten years of suffering. Ten years of time, like a sharp knife, cut everything apart. Many,shuttle rack system, many pictures, sounds, smells, and feelings flashed by in a flash. I opened my mouth and felt all kinds of tastes coming together. My heavy heart was hard to bear and seemed to break apart. He stood under the door curtain, holding the door frame with one hand, his black hair was loose, his face was pale, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be painted, so distinct,warehouse pallet racks, so clear, so unreal. He is like a picture, a dream, a piece of music, a.. The miracle that I admire and admire. Jin yuan. Two words, but seems to call out a lifetime of sadness, his name, as if with the temperature can burn people, rolling in the tip of the tongue several times, tingling, prickling pain. Tears flow into the mouth, slightly salty, slightly bitter, slightly astringent, with a sweet aftertaste. Jin yuan. God has treated me well. At this moment I no longer question, no longer hate fate. ──────────────────── Fairy Sword is written here in Jin yuan. I feel a little sad. Of course, Xianjian came out more than ten years ago, but I have been in contact with Xianjian for ten years. Recall the beginning, Teardrop Pallet Racking ,warehousing storage solutions, sighing like the wind. Xianjian Road is long Heroic youth dream is also fragrant Love is long and the road is longer. Although the sword is hot, the wine is cold Love between children is long The path of immortals and the world of mortals are uncertain. Who thinks carefully between life and death? Flowers don't talk, people don't talk. Look at the stars like rain after a lifetime. Happy to meet and hate to leave Don't remember empty memories. Flower remnant and butterfly martyrdom No regrets is a dream. Fairy Fox Blood Spirit Snake Tears Ten years of ups and downs separated by ginseng business Love between children is long The path of immortals and the world of mortals are uncertain. Who thinks carefully between coming and going? Text 158 Jin yuan. His features were clear and his expression was a little confused. He asked softly, "Excuse me.." Who are you two? What place is this? Dazed for a moment, I raised my hand to wipe away the wetness on my face. "Jin yuan, it's me. It's true.". I look a little different than I used to, you.. What do you think? Is there anything else uncomfortable? He thought for a moment, shook his head, and said apologetically, "It's rude, but …" I don't remember knowing either of you. My hand was frozen in the air, unable to put it down, and unable to lift it again. His body was so shaky that he had to lean against the door frame to support himself. Jiang Ming stretched out his hand and held one of his hands. "Are you all right?" "Fine, thank you." Although his weak body is a clear thing, but his back is still very straight, smiling and nodding to Jiang Ming: "Excuse me, are you.." My surname is Jiang, Jiang Ming. You Don't you remember me? Jin yuan pondered earnestly for a moment, then shook his head and smiled helplessly: "I'm really sorry, I have no impression at all." "Then.." Mr. Liu, do you know how you got here? Jin yuan said confusedly, "I remember I was supposed to be at my uncle's home in Linjiapu, Suzhou, but as soon as I arrived, I relapsed and had to rest in bed." Here, this is not Lin Jiapu, and you two don't know each other. I hope you can tell me the details of this period. Jin yuan is very grateful. ” I could hear every word he said, but. I don't understand the meaning of the words at all. He only remembered the day when he first arrived at Linjiapu. Before he met me and Xiaoyao, he didn't remember that he met me. He doesn't recognize me. Jin yuan, he.. His memory is missing for a long time. From the beginning of our meeting in Linjiapu, until we met again in the capital, everything in the middle, he. You don't remember anything? Tears poured out silently, I covered my mouth and nose, not to let myself make a sound, I know, I should not be so. Jin yuan, he.. It's a good thing that he can wake up, and there's nothing better and happier than that. The lack of a few months of memory is not a big deal. It's not a very important memory, it's just, it's just a journey, just recognizing a few unimportant people. The hot liquid dripped down and hit me on the back of my hand. Jin yuan, Jin yuan. It's nothing, really nothing. What did Jin yuan and Jiang Ming say again? I didn't hear a word. Jiang Ming did not know what to say, Jin yuan with a little tired smile, eyes turned to me. He was as fragile as if he would fall down when the wind blew, but I knew that this man was actually very stoic and strong, like pine and bamboo, soft on the outside and firm on the inside. I felt a little dizzy, and I remembered that not long ago, he had looked at me like this, and there seemed to be thousands of words in his eyes, but they were all silent. Now he said softly, "Really?"? I really forgot a lot of things. His voice was soft, his smile was warm,wire mesh decking, but in his eyes, there was nothing to say, and the tacit understanding was nowhere to be found. jracking.com