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Chapter 521 Same
That night, after Bo Ling returned to the house, his mood still couldn't calm down for a long time.
She kept thinking back to Wei Ying's last words - Wei Ying said that she was "seeking death while seeking survival".
This is true...
But what is his so-called "real way of life"?
Before the girls came back, while there was no one around, Bo Ling quickly sewed a shallow pocket on the inside of the back hem of the clothes. Fourteen's short dagger was light enough and could always be carried around easily. .
When falling asleep, Bo Ling heard the familiar sound of breathing, and couldn't help holding the handle of the dagger again——a long-lost sense of security returned.
She suddenly remembered that when she was in middle school, at a certain sports meeting, the head teacher gave her and another boy the task of writing class introductions at the same time.Two introductions came out - the boy wrote, with the heavy sword in his hand, dare to bind the black dragon; and what she wrote was, you will be shocked to the nine-day palace, and fear me with a three-foot thin blade.
Later, when I was in college, I wanted to present the theme of the old party. The counselor solicited opinions from all the staff. She wrote a "Building a Dream in Fleeting Years" and handed it in. Changed to "cast".It still reads the same, but the mood is completely different.
There are still many such things. After collisions again and again, Bo Ling is almost faintly aware that his perspective is indeed different from that of men.
Even in these grand narratives, what she writes still has a more decisive, more fragile texture-in my father's evaluation, more "petty".
Her instincts tend to be more beautiful and delicate, but beauty is fragile, and delicate is easy to destroy... There are always two sides to things.
She also stared at the phrase "Dare to bind the Canglong with the heavy sword in hand" for a long time. She really couldn't write words of this weight. She didn't like heavy swords, and she never thought about "binding the Canglong". The words appeared in front of her eyes, and she would still be moved by the turbulent and majestic momentum.
But this kind of moving also made her feel the difference between herself and the other party.
"Bai Ling." In the darkness, Ai Songqing's voice came, "Are you still awake?"
"Yeah." Bo Ling replied softly, "Awake."
In the darkness came the sound of Ai Songqing lightly stepping to the ground, just like in an old tower, she bent over and curled up beside Bo Ling, and Bo Ling even passed half of the pillow, and shook the quilt again, covering it half on her body.
"...Have you really decided to stay in Baihuaya?" Ai Songqing asked in a low voice.
"Ah."
"How do I stay?"
"I'm not sure about the specifics." Bo Ling closed his eyes and said softly, "But some news tells me that every year in May, the people in the golden cage will also come to see it."
"Golden silk cage..." Ai Songqing suddenly understood, "Do you want them to fall in love with you?"
"Well." Bo Ling responded again, "As long as the price below is called high enough, it won't really be bought. Because the people in the golden cage will bid together, but in the end, they only need to use the final price It takes five to be able to accept someone from the bustard—this is the rule in Baihuaya."
"As long as [-]%...?" Ai Songqing was startled, "Then why would the bustard agree to let them buy you?"
"Because the bustard can share [-]% of the money earned in the first three years." Bai Ling said softly, "The bustard will definitely not let myself lose money."
Ai Songqing was a little puzzled, "...but a few days ago, she seemed to have figured out that you would go with the young master."
"I told the bustard early in the morning that I wanted to stay, but she didn't believe me." Bai Ling smiled, and adjusted the position of his shoulders in the dark, "Besides, the more people who bid together, the more difficult it is for her It’s better to say it.”
Ai Songqing was silent for a long time before sighing, "...I didn't believe it before."
"Eh?" Bo Ling was a little surprised, "...but the reason, I should have told Song Qing?"
Ai Songqing didn't answer right away, she gently stroked the raised skin under her shoulders - the scarf that was stabbed a few days ago was still a little hot at the moment.
"I remember . . . I remember Burling's reasons.
"Do you know, when I was taking a shower today, I saw a lot of people rubbing their tattoos secretly, and some blood came out." Ai Songqing whispered, "Obviously everyone was told not to touch the water before... ..."
Bai Ling opened her eyes slightly, and she looked in Ai Songqing's direction, "Where is Songqing?"
Ai Songqing shook his head, "I couldn't help but want to do something, but then I thought of you... If Bo Ling is by my side, I will definitely stop me, don't do such a meaningless thing."
Just as Bo Ling wanted to nod and make an analogy with the last hunger strike, she somehow suddenly remembered the scene where she washed her hands again and again in the courtyard of the palace last winter.
At this moment, she suddenly couldn't say a word.
After a long time, Bo Ling raised his hand and gently stroked the flower yard under his left shoulder,
"It's all... the same..."
"What's the same?" Ai Songqing asked softly.
Bai Ling shook her head, she frowned sadly, raised her hand and put her forearm on her forehead, and said softly, "...Go to bed early, Song Qing."
"Can you wait a little longer, I still have something to tell you..."
Bai Ling looked sideways, "What's wrong?"
"If Bo Ling has already decided to stay here..." Ai Songqing's voice was very low, and she held on to the bed sheet tightly, "Then I also want...to stay."
Berlin did not speak for a long time.
Ai Songqing waited for a while, then asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "...is it okay?"
"The decision is in Songqing's hands," Bai Ling said softly, "...I can't promise you, it's definitely better to stay than to leave."
"I understand." Ai Songqing whispered, she also closed her eyes in the dark, and said with some determination, "But I... still want to gamble."
……
In May, the weather gradually gets hotter.
As the time for buying and selling is approaching, many dance studios have finished their major classes.The pain this caused was unimaginable—the girls lived on the top floor of the tower, and every day when the sun came out, the entire top floor was scorched like a steamer, and the room was horribly hot.
If the windows were not opened, the room would be unbearably stuffy, but once the windows were opened, the whole room would heat up instantly.
This kind of heat can only be slightly lowered when the sun sets at the end of the day.
Dusk is the most comfortable time of the day. All the windows are fully open, and a few faint breezes blowing in are enough to make people feel comforted.
However, when the evening passed, there were more mosquitoes, no one dared to light the lights in the house, and the noisy sounds on the street made people more anxious on a hot summer night.
At the beginning of April, the bustard had promised to put tulle on their windows as soon as possible, but now a month has passed, and there is no news of this matter.
It's already so hot in May, and when it's so hot in June... I really don't know what to do.
The girls could only grit their teeth and endure, looking forward to it.
Waiting for the ninth day of May, waiting for their dental business.
Happy New Year’s Day everyone, today I also give myself a holiday to rest, so there is only this update~
Thank you to everyone who subscribed, rewarded and voted for this book (/ω\)
I owed six more in December_(:з」∠)_I will start to pay back slowly in January!
(End of this chapter)
That night, after Bo Ling returned to the house, his mood still couldn't calm down for a long time.
She kept thinking back to Wei Ying's last words - Wei Ying said that she was "seeking death while seeking survival".
This is true...
But what is his so-called "real way of life"?
Before the girls came back, while there was no one around, Bo Ling quickly sewed a shallow pocket on the inside of the back hem of the clothes. Fourteen's short dagger was light enough and could always be carried around easily. .
When falling asleep, Bo Ling heard the familiar sound of breathing, and couldn't help holding the handle of the dagger again——a long-lost sense of security returned.
She suddenly remembered that when she was in middle school, at a certain sports meeting, the head teacher gave her and another boy the task of writing class introductions at the same time.Two introductions came out - the boy wrote, with the heavy sword in his hand, dare to bind the black dragon; and what she wrote was, you will be shocked to the nine-day palace, and fear me with a three-foot thin blade.
Later, when I was in college, I wanted to present the theme of the old party. The counselor solicited opinions from all the staff. She wrote a "Building a Dream in Fleeting Years" and handed it in. Changed to "cast".It still reads the same, but the mood is completely different.
There are still many such things. After collisions again and again, Bo Ling is almost faintly aware that his perspective is indeed different from that of men.
Even in these grand narratives, what she writes still has a more decisive, more fragile texture-in my father's evaluation, more "petty".
Her instincts tend to be more beautiful and delicate, but beauty is fragile, and delicate is easy to destroy... There are always two sides to things.
She also stared at the phrase "Dare to bind the Canglong with the heavy sword in hand" for a long time. She really couldn't write words of this weight. She didn't like heavy swords, and she never thought about "binding the Canglong". The words appeared in front of her eyes, and she would still be moved by the turbulent and majestic momentum.
But this kind of moving also made her feel the difference between herself and the other party.
"Bai Ling." In the darkness, Ai Songqing's voice came, "Are you still awake?"
"Yeah." Bo Ling replied softly, "Awake."
In the darkness came the sound of Ai Songqing lightly stepping to the ground, just like in an old tower, she bent over and curled up beside Bo Ling, and Bo Ling even passed half of the pillow, and shook the quilt again, covering it half on her body.
"...Have you really decided to stay in Baihuaya?" Ai Songqing asked in a low voice.
"Ah."
"How do I stay?"
"I'm not sure about the specifics." Bo Ling closed his eyes and said softly, "But some news tells me that every year in May, the people in the golden cage will also come to see it."
"Golden silk cage..." Ai Songqing suddenly understood, "Do you want them to fall in love with you?"
"Well." Bo Ling responded again, "As long as the price below is called high enough, it won't really be bought. Because the people in the golden cage will bid together, but in the end, they only need to use the final price It takes five to be able to accept someone from the bustard—this is the rule in Baihuaya."
"As long as [-]%...?" Ai Songqing was startled, "Then why would the bustard agree to let them buy you?"
"Because the bustard can share [-]% of the money earned in the first three years." Bai Ling said softly, "The bustard will definitely not let myself lose money."
Ai Songqing was a little puzzled, "...but a few days ago, she seemed to have figured out that you would go with the young master."
"I told the bustard early in the morning that I wanted to stay, but she didn't believe me." Bai Ling smiled, and adjusted the position of his shoulders in the dark, "Besides, the more people who bid together, the more difficult it is for her It’s better to say it.”
Ai Songqing was silent for a long time before sighing, "...I didn't believe it before."
"Eh?" Bo Ling was a little surprised, "...but the reason, I should have told Song Qing?"
Ai Songqing didn't answer right away, she gently stroked the raised skin under her shoulders - the scarf that was stabbed a few days ago was still a little hot at the moment.
"I remember . . . I remember Burling's reasons.
"Do you know, when I was taking a shower today, I saw a lot of people rubbing their tattoos secretly, and some blood came out." Ai Songqing whispered, "Obviously everyone was told not to touch the water before... ..."
Bai Ling opened her eyes slightly, and she looked in Ai Songqing's direction, "Where is Songqing?"
Ai Songqing shook his head, "I couldn't help but want to do something, but then I thought of you... If Bo Ling is by my side, I will definitely stop me, don't do such a meaningless thing."
Just as Bo Ling wanted to nod and make an analogy with the last hunger strike, she somehow suddenly remembered the scene where she washed her hands again and again in the courtyard of the palace last winter.
At this moment, she suddenly couldn't say a word.
After a long time, Bo Ling raised his hand and gently stroked the flower yard under his left shoulder,
"It's all... the same..."
"What's the same?" Ai Songqing asked softly.
Bai Ling shook her head, she frowned sadly, raised her hand and put her forearm on her forehead, and said softly, "...Go to bed early, Song Qing."
"Can you wait a little longer, I still have something to tell you..."
Bai Ling looked sideways, "What's wrong?"
"If Bo Ling has already decided to stay here..." Ai Songqing's voice was very low, and she held on to the bed sheet tightly, "Then I also want...to stay."
Berlin did not speak for a long time.
Ai Songqing waited for a while, then asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "...is it okay?"
"The decision is in Songqing's hands," Bai Ling said softly, "...I can't promise you, it's definitely better to stay than to leave."
"I understand." Ai Songqing whispered, she also closed her eyes in the dark, and said with some determination, "But I... still want to gamble."
……
In May, the weather gradually gets hotter.
As the time for buying and selling is approaching, many dance studios have finished their major classes.The pain this caused was unimaginable—the girls lived on the top floor of the tower, and every day when the sun came out, the entire top floor was scorched like a steamer, and the room was horribly hot.
If the windows were not opened, the room would be unbearably stuffy, but once the windows were opened, the whole room would heat up instantly.
This kind of heat can only be slightly lowered when the sun sets at the end of the day.
Dusk is the most comfortable time of the day. All the windows are fully open, and a few faint breezes blowing in are enough to make people feel comforted.
However, when the evening passed, there were more mosquitoes, no one dared to light the lights in the house, and the noisy sounds on the street made people more anxious on a hot summer night.
At the beginning of April, the bustard had promised to put tulle on their windows as soon as possible, but now a month has passed, and there is no news of this matter.
It's already so hot in May, and when it's so hot in June... I really don't know what to do.
The girls could only grit their teeth and endure, looking forward to it.
Waiting for the ninth day of May, waiting for their dental business.
Happy New Year’s Day everyone, today I also give myself a holiday to rest, so there is only this update~
Thank you to everyone who subscribed, rewarded and voted for this book (/ω\)
I owed six more in December_(:з」∠)_I will start to pay back slowly in January!
(End of this chapter)
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