The nephew leaned softly on him, his eyes were extremely blurred, his face was red and drunk, and he listened quietly to his words.

"Every time, when I saw this bamboo, I was thinking, this wonder of the universe is really indescribable."

Bai Gongzi said faintly: "You see, these bamboos all look the same, no difference, each plant is also the same posture, but if you look carefully, each plant has its own style. There is no similarity."

“Every piece of bamboo on each bamboo has its own life, and its own style is different. At first glance, it seems that the texture is the same, but after careful observation, it is completely different. ""

"It seems that every bamboo has its own life, and every bamboo leaf has its own life."

Bai Gongzi said faintly, holding a thin bamboo branch in his hand, green and dripping.

"Every time I see this, I am thinking, what is the wonder of this creation? What kind of bamboo work is there? How many bamboo leaves are there in this bamboo forest in front of us? So how many bamboo leaves are there in this world? But, No two bamboo leaves will be exactly the same. So how can the creator make so many different bamboo leaves? Perhaps this is the ultimate power of the world."

Bai Gongzi spoke slowly, and he listened quietly.

Gradually, the eyes also overflowed with a bright and radiant brilliance. Full of curiosity watching the bamboo forest in front of her, with her eyesight, it is natural to see that each bamboo leaf is different. The more you look at the eyes, the brighter you are. The feeling that comes from the bottom of your heart, but it is difficult to describe clearly, is filled with the whole body and mind.

"From this bamboo forest, I can't help thinking... In this big 6 or, under this sky, how many different plants, like bamboo? Each one is different, each Strain, unique, every leaf, not the same."

Bai Gongzi said leisurely, his eyes are far away.

"And then, I thought of people."

"people"

In this word, Bai Gongzi suddenly increased his tone.

"Man, in this world, under this sky, how many different people? Everyone is different. Everyone does things differently. There is no life for any two people. The trajectory is exactly the same."

Bai Gongzi said with deep affection: "So, these people, isn't it equal to these bamboo leaves? Every bamboo can be a town, even a country... even a big 6."

"As human."

"Every year, the autumn wind, or the spring breeze comes every year; there are countless dead leaves, even if it is a plant that does not claim to fall leaves, there are always too many old leaves when the new shoot comes out every spring. Falling into the ground, being sown by the sprouts"

"It’s like a talented person from Jiangshan, and a new generation for a new generation."

"The new and the old alternate, this is so ruthless, but so much love."

"But it is such a helplessness and it is imperative."

Bai Gongzi looked at the bamboo forest in front of him with sorrow. He said: "Although it is overwhelming and rainy, I have been condemned by the sky, but I know that I did not care at all.

"It’s like this bamboo forest in front of you, these bamboo leaves. It looks green and full of vitality, but if so..."

Bai Gongzi gently brushed out the green bamboo branches in his hand.

There is no effort at all.

The bamboo branches quietly fell into the bamboo forest.

Fighting...

A piece of bamboo leaves fell from the branches.

It must be scattered all over the place.

A gust of wind blew, and the whole bamboo forest swayed, and the sound of the rushing smashed into a piece. I don’t know how many leaves fell from the branches.

Bai Gongzi looked quietly and asked softly: "Is this leaf falling in the moment, is it that I am falling more? Or is the wind blowing more?"

This sentence seems to be asking myself, it seems to be asking the nephew, and it seems that he is asking heaven.

Looking at the child, the subconscious replied: "It is probably more wind blows."

Speaking of this, suddenly a chill was hit.

Until now, my nephew finally understood what the white son wanted to say. What he wants to express.

The mouth of Bai Gongzi slightly tilted up and smiled faintly: "Yes, it is indeed more wind blows."

He looked up faintly, looked at the sky above his head, and said softly: "It is you, kill the most people."

His voice is very calm, but there is a kind of grievance in the voice.

The sky is clear and clear.

However, after Bai Gongzi finished this sentence, suddenly a sudden burst of "咔嚓"

At this moment, the sudden explosion of the sound is like the sudden collapse of the entire sky.

That is a Jiao Lei

Clear skies, genuine goods

A blazing lightning flashed from the endless heights of the sky, and the whole piece was big. At this moment, no one ever saw this flash of lightning.

Everyone, no matter how high or low, regardless of eyesight, or chances, is all blind and blind at this time.

However, a loud bang, but made the whole big 6, trembled.

The lightning, flashing away, disappeared instantly without a trace.

The sky is still bright and bright, with clear skies.

It seems that there is no abnormality, and there is no point in it.

However, in the bamboo forest.

The face of Bai Gongzi is still the same, faintly looking at a deep ditch in front of himself;

That is a crack

I don’t know how deep it is, I don’t know how long the cracks are, and I’ve spread all the way.

Around it, there is a trace of cracking. Like a tree root, it spreads everywhere.

This situation is actually an indescribable surprise and horror.

Bai Gongzi looked at it quietly, and suddenly it changed. The look was still the same. Just at this moment, a few strands of silk on the forehead slid down quietly, a little bit scattered, covering his eyes, only listening to him again. Gently open the way: "It's how much you kill"

Unlike the white son's indifferent wave, the nephew's face is pale, obviously it is a shock, but only a little bit, it is necessary to sit on the ground.

Against the sky?

On the forehead of the child, a delicate cold sweat.

Bai Gongzi sighed softly, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he whispered in a low-pitched manner: "I have been grievous for thousands of years, and I have suffered countless catastrophes. My nine sacred sins are just some of my own. Emotions, actually led to a thunder?"

"Then my grievances over the years, but how should I...kill the world?"

Bai Gongzi smirked.

Whispered: "But it’s gone, it’s just emotional venting, just... today is the grievances of these thousands of years, poured out one by one."

"My heart is so comforting, my heart is so safe."

"I mean the blue sky and the moon, my own starry sky; I want to overturn the rain, then I will subvert the world; my heart is called the respect, then I will take this red dust to the world, and toss a few times."

Now I am working hard to save the manuscript. I am very proud to say that there are already four chapters in the draft. I am fighting for the 10th chapter on May 1st, and then I will go out with all my brains.

Of course, more and better...嘿嘿嘿...t