Holy Wings

I remembered, I remembered everything, all the sealed memory fragments were assembled together completely, this is a memory about him, the happiest and most painful memory of Yinchen.

Yin Chen tightly held Huang Quan's hand back, as if wanting to rub it into his body.

During those days, Huangquan was like the bright fireworks lighting up the dark sky of silver dust. I always thought that it would illuminate my own light forever, but I didn’t know that fireworks are just fireworks. Just pass in the hands.

The only happiness is brought by him, the only fire is ignited by him, but the source of pain is also inextricably linked with him.

If he wasn't a holy angel, if he wasn't an evil angel, would they not have been forced to separate, the answer is no.

This has nothing to do with the holy and evil, because this is the original sin accumulated by the entire Celestial Clan from generation to generation.If you can't break this shackle, everything is futile.

The starting point and ending point of a memory often coincide. Since that memory can be completely deleted from his memory line, maybe it does not belong to him.But it was the only fire in his heart, and it was him in memory who ignited the fire.

The return of memory forced Yinchen to recall the past that he didn't want to touch.

At that time, everything around him was cold, the war took away his parents, and also took away the last trace of warmth in Yinchen's heart.

My heart starts to freeze.

However, at some point, there was a faint flame in his heart, no matter how cold the ice was, it could not be extinguished, and that flame kept warming his heart imprisoned by the ice for thousands of years.

When will this flame be forgotten?

Yin Chen stared at Huang Quan intently, the temperature from his palm ignited the flame in Yin Chen's heart again, the ice wrapped around his heart was melting, and the melted ice flowed into the flow of memory.

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If time can be reversed, please go back to the moment when they met, let everything start again, even if the ending remains the same, you will not regret it.

That year, Yinchen was eight years old and Huang Quan was nine years old.

In that year, they met.That same year, they lost their parents.

That year was destined to be extraordinary.That year, the battle between the holy and the evil broke out, and the battle was more tragic than ever before. Both the holy and the evil suffered heavy casualties. Yin Chen's parents and Huang Quan's parents were just victims of this battle.

Yin Chen, whose parents both died, was taken back to the temple by the Emperor of Heaven to be raised, while Huang Quan, a descendant of the evil angel, should be dealt with by the evil king.Of course, there are many children brought back, and they are just one of them.

However, people are jealous of the existence of talent.

The young Yin Chen had only four wings, but after the death of his parents, his talent was activated and he gave birth to six wings.Even in the six wings of the temple, there are very few existences, Yinchen is isolated, everyone is very cold to him, no friends, no relatives, cold, only cold, his heart is gradually covered with ice, because he found If the heart is frozen, it will not hurt so much.It's a pity that Yinchen at that time was just a child, pretending to be strong on the surface, but there was no way to vent his fragility and helplessness in his heart.

I hugged my parents yesterday, but today I can't even find their bones.How can an eight-year-old child bear such a blow?What's more, his current companions are still pushing him out...

Being strong during the day is nothing but an illusion, and in the dead of night, tears can't be stopped.Yin Chen always hides alone in the garden and weeps secretly. This is the only way to vent the grievance and sadness in his heart.

However, there are guards patrolling the temple at night, and Yinchen dare not stay in the garden for too long, and he is even more afraid of being discovered by others so vulnerable.

It's also the same if he doesn't go back to the room. The children in the same room look at him with tears on his face, and they have no sympathy at all. They must be laughing happily!

But he doesn't need their sympathy either.

Writer's words:

I don't know what I'm writing...what to do...