Thunderbolt Puppet Show: It Has Been Quiet

A musical instrument is a way for a person to express or express themselves.

Especially someone as deep as Tunfo boy, who hides all his thoughts in his heart.

But a Queqiaoxian revealed his thoughts, full of longing flowed out from the sound of the flute.No one thought that Boy Tunfo, the god of war in the demon world, would miss someone like this.

When he came to the affliction and laughed all the way at those people who were crazy about love, he never thought that it was also a portrayal of himself many years later.

He always thought that he would not fall in love with anyone, because long before he became the God of War in the Demon World, his pure heart no longer existed after experiencing many cruel facts.In its place is a cold, unmoved heart.

There is nothing wrong with their encounter, acquaintance, companionship, and love.

What's wrong is... the arrangement of fate.

Let him meet him.

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After Tunfo Boy left, Jianxue's life returned to peace, and he still lived alone as before.

The only difference is that his mood is not the same as before.

Loss, pain, despair, deceit, these words are not enough to describe his current mood.But he also knew that the difference between the two was an inevitable result.

The first is the position of the two.

Then there is the emotional entanglement between the three.

Good and bad, give and take, hope and despair.

Jianxue lingered, suffering and tormenting.

Just like he thinks about his bad while thinking about his good.

Push yourself into a dead end, as if you have nowhere to go.

But he also understood that there was no result between them.

So, he respects his decision.

So he let him go.

So Jian Xue was left alone in the huge Plum Blossom Pier.

And Jianxue has long been used to this kind of loneliness.

In addition to his daily routine, in his spare time, he would pick a leaf from a plum tree in the courtyard and play the familiar ditty.

Recalling the days when the two walked together, recalling the night when the two killed each other, recalling the days when the man was a Huitun Buddha boy and the two of them got together in this Plum Blossom Pier...... .

Tears had already wet the eyes, and then slid down the cheeks.

Miss him, miss him, miss him.

I can't help but think of him, and every little thing I did with him in Plum Blossom Pier.

Then he fell again into infinite pain.

To a certain day in a few months.

He started to pack his bags and left Plum Blossom Pier.