Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

You Yinian tried to get close to the River of Thunder and Lightning, but as long as he got even slightly closer, he would be blocked by the extremely powerful pressure and could not take another step closer.

There was no other way, You Yinian had no choice but to move forward.

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The snow is very deep, and You Yi Nian's footprints are engraved in the snow, like an indelible imprint deep in the heart, forehead, and body.

His body and mind seemed to have been marked. Everything about Him is a knee-jerk reaction, everything.

The vast white fog and snow cast a veil over the world, and the same colors make people mentally fatigued and fragile.

A wind-like figure flashed past, but the next second, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

You Yinian's body froze and he suddenly looked back. As if being called, he looked towards the river behind him, but it was still foggy there.

But as if he sensed something, he turned around suddenly, and then the figure disappeared immediately.

After calming down, he realized that You Yinian had already arrived at the river.

Deep in his heart, a voice told him to do this. Let him go there and see the true face behind the thick fog.

No matter how thick the fog is, you can still see something if you get close. You Yinian approached the past and found that the scene had undergone special changes.

At the river of thunder and lightning, a ferry appeared.

Stepping onto the ferry without any hesitation, You Yinian was surprised to find that her mother's ferry was built on the River of Thunder and Lightning, but she felt no pressure at all. He walked unobstructed deeper into the board.

Then, at the end of the ferry, he saw something——

fishing rod.

A simple bamboo fishing rod. The bamboo is treated very roughly, and the material is ordinary bamboo that can be found everywhere. But around that fishing rod, there was a circle of light.

The halo is soft, and the fishing rod is obviously not being held by anyone, but it seems to be fishing in the hand.

The first time you saw the fishing rod, You Yinian was stunned.

As if a immobilizing spell had been cast on him, his hands and feet were stiff and unable to move.

Something seemed to be bursting out of his heart, but You Yinian could not catch it.

For a long time, he walked towards the fishing rod uncontrollably. Pick it up and bathe in the soft light.

There seemed to be a barrier around the fishing rod. There was a small circular area of ​​one square meter that was free of fog. He could look at the fishing rod carefully.

Sitting down cross-legged, You Yinian relied on his empty memory and body instinct to make a very unruly posture for the young master of the You family.

You Yinian:......

He slowly closed his eyes, followed his heart, and sat down here.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but the fog is as thick as ever, and the scene around me has not changed. It has always been a cold winter with heavy snow.

There was a thick layer of snow on You Yinian's body, and when he opened his eyes, tiny snowflakes were falling down.

Standing up, You Yi Nian shook off all the white snow from his body, like a cicada cocoon shedding a useless layer of skin and gaining new life.

His eyes were clear and bright, but a little hollow, but that didn't matter. You Yinian raised his hand, holding the fishing rod tightly in his hand.

His lost memories will come back. But no matter what, one cannot stand still in one place.

He stood on the simple wooden ferry covered with snow, but his eyes seemed to see another road through the fog.

He knew that that should be where he wanted to go. However, the ferry he was at now was a fork in the road, giving him another path in life.

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The tip of the candlestick in his hand stabbed the bamboo hard, and the huge force caused a hole in the bamboo, revealing his empty heart.

Pass the thick hemp rope in your hand through the hole and pull it out on the other side. You Yinian tied a knot quickly and smoothly, and then tightened it.

Incredibly skilled.

A complete bamboo raft was quickly made. You Yinian kicked it into the river of thunder and lightning, and then jumped on it immediately.

The thunderbolt exuded the aura of destruction, constantly hitting the bamboo raft, and even wanted to sneak attack on the people sitting on the bamboo raft.

But nothing works.

You Yinian clung to the fishing rod and sat relaxedly on the bamboo raft, supporting himself with one hand. His eyes looked at the fishing line hidden in the thunder and lightning, lifeless, as if in a daze.

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In this way, in a huge river of thunder and lightning, on the precarious little bamboo raft, in the thin and thin figure, all things sprouted.

The fog gradually faded away, and the memories in You Yinian's mind gradually became clear. His eyes were no longer dull, and gradually became deeper, as if they were filling up bit by bit.

Like clear water, colorful waves are reflected.