Nightfall

When Sang Sang is human, he feels a little sloppy and doesn't talk much. In fact, those are just appearances. The most fundamental reason is that her xìngzi is very cold. If you go to the deepest to explore, the reason is that it is Because she never has any real feelings for the world she lives in.

Regardless of the military and civilians in Weicheng, or the second brother in the academy, Chen Pipi, she had given her a lot of care. Xiao Cao gave her many gifts, but she rarely gave back to the other party.

These past is the dust that she left in the world. Since she can't cut off and wants to cut off, she must compensate for those past feelings, but Ning Que is an exception. ..

She has paid enough emotions to Ning Que in the world. She dedicated all her thoughts and even her life to him, so she does n’t need to compensate Ning Que. If she wants the dust between Ning Que and Ning Que, she needs instead. Reclaim all that he had dedicated to him, such as washing his feet and making bed stacks followed by housework.

In her view, this matter has nothing to do with whether it is interesting, but should be done.

Ning Que didn't think that these things should be done by herself, but compared with the suffering of Ling Chi, washing her feet was just a trivial matter, so he squatted without hesitation.

He didn't think there was any humiliation in this matter, as he thought when he knelt at the temple of light at the peak of the light festival. These years have made you kneel and wash my feet many times. How about returning you today?

The temperature of the fresh water in the copper basin was just right for the feet, but it was a little hot for the opponent. Ning Que picked up the water and poured it on her feet, rubbing it carefully, not even missing between the toes. ..

Her feet are still white, just softer and tenderer than before, and the skin above her ankles is also white, rather she looks at the feet in the basin, thinks about these things, and then finds that her hands are red hot , And remembered that when she washed her feet before, the little hands were often red hot.

After waking up between the extreme north peak. Sang Sang never wore shoes. In the city of Song Kingdom, the charming woman once gave her a pair of shoes, which she threw away like a broken shoe.

With bare feet, she walked through the wasteland, through the countryside, through the city, all the way to the Xiling Temple, and through the red dust. Her feet are still so clean, no dirt can be found on it, and there is no dust between the round and smooth nails, which looks so beautiful.

Ning Que has been washing for a long time, and the water in the copper basin is still so clear, even giving people a feeling. Yu'er must like to swim in it, even if you drink it, you will be refreshed.

But he was still washing it honestly, very carefully, because he understood that Sang Sang let his feet wash not because her feet were dirty, but because she needed to wash her feet by herself.

The average girl is rubbed so carefully by the man's hand, without concealment or itching. Probably there will always be some silver bell-like laughter. But regardless of whether Ning Que's actions were light or heavy, Sang Sang did not react. Her expression is very serious, as if she is participating in an extremely important event, but this is not religious baptism, but just washing her feet, so the dignified feeling she reveals seems a bit ridiculous.

Ning Que lifted her feet from the basin and put it on her lap, took the snow-white towel, dried the water on her feet, sent her feet back to the couch, and put the towel on On his shoulders, he picked up the copper basin, walked to the temple terrace, and poured the footwash into the wind and snow between the cliffs.

The wind and snow are picturesque, and the cliffs and cliffs are also picturesque. The pot of footwash is like an ink pen in the hands of a naughty boy, and he unreasonably painted a brush in this beautiful painting.

Ning Que remembered that she was imprisoned many years ago by her teacher in the cliff cave behind the backyard of the college. Poured into the beautiful cliff, startled by the white flowing clouds and silver-line waterfall.

"It seems like something." He thought with a smile.

Through this period of battle, and today's ritual-like foot washing, he has more understanding of today's Sang Sang, which is Haotian who has fallen on earth.

She is a collection of the rules of the world. As the teacher said at Song Guo Restaurant last year, she is objective, she is absolutely calm, and she thinks logically. Even if she has the life caused by self-continuation, she has a subjective self-consciousness, but this is how she survives.

This advanced form of life is indeed easy to be frightened, but in Ning Que's view, Sang Sang is also a little cute when he is terrible.

She has never been stupid, just a little clumsy, some clever.

She wanted to cut off the dust in the world, and she kept thinking about it. She used cold and objective mathematical methods to judge the involvement of herself and the world, but did not expect that the involvement was not cold, things like emotional life, It was impossible to calculate.

She thought that she had found the right way, as long as she paid off what she had owed, and reclaimed what she had dedicated to Ning Que, she would be able to cut off the world and return to Haotian Divine Kingdom.

But she did not understand that for humans, sometimes love is not a unilateral dedication, and love is not necessarily a unilateral gain. In short, these are very complicated things, even if she can count on the sky, it is impossible to count Knowing all the details in it, on the contrary, the more she thinks about calculations in the meantime, the easier it is to sink into it and the more difficult it is to extricate herself.

When she begins to think in a human way of thinking and begins to value human emotions, she will gradually lose her objectiveness and become more and more human-like.

Ning Que began to find this matter gradually becoming more interesting.

The Xiling Temple ruled the world. In order to support the handicapped elders in the observance, the gold and silver treasures from various countries were continuously sent into the mountains and the old roads in the caves. Fur is used as a mattress. Now the Xiling Temple is dedicated to Haotian. When Haotian wants to eat, it can be imagined how many rare ingredients were sent to Taoshan.

A girl in white brought Ning Que into the stove. He never imagined that when there is a stove that can be built more brilliantly than the palace, he has never seen so many rare ingredients. Looking at the bear paw on the wall like a cabbage, it looks like Dried wings waiting to be served in the pool like pickles, could not help but shook his head and said, "The temple is going to open a restaurant?"

The white girl's little face was a little bit red, she and her companions lived in the Temple of Light for half a year, and enjoyed unlimited glory, but no one dared to talk to them. Although they were sincere and sincere, they were still young. Listening to Ning Que ’s words, he almost laughed out loud: “Bear paw is used to hang soup, shark fin is used to simmer juice, today ’s main ingredients are behind, you ... Go and see for yourself?”

"Luxury, too extravagant."

Ning Que walked through those rare ingredients, thinking with emotion, a bunch of foodies were gathered in the academy, and the teacher was the largest foodie in the past, I am afraid I have never seen such a situation.

When he came to the stove, he looked at the wok spatula and all kinds of seasonings. He nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "What's her favorite food recently?"

The girl in white seriously thought about it and said: "The host is not picky about the food, but once we specially found a chef from Chang'an City to make a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, the host seems to be very happy."

Ning Que understood.

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The dinner at the Temple of Light today is very simple, very simple, so simple that the faces of the two girls in white who are responsible for setting up the dishes are pale, very worried that Sang Sang will be unhappy.

Ning Que made a dish of vinegar-soaked vegetable head, burned a bowl of radish and stewed pork trotters, fried a plate of convolvulus, and made a bowl of egg yolk tofu. They used the most common ingredients. He had to at least replace the egg yolk with crab yolk, which he refused without hesitation.

The dining table of the Temple of Light is also very large, which is larger than that of ordinary people's four-entry house. The simple dishes on the table are more shabby.

Sang Sang sat down at the dining table, and Ning Que stood beside her, serving her a bowl of pig's trotter soup, and serving her a bowl of white rice. The two girls in white lowered their heads and were speechless nervously.

Looking at the dish of shabby dishes on the table, Sang Sang was silent for a while. She didn't say anything, nor angered, and took over the rice bowl handed over by Ning Que to start eating.

She eats very fast, as fast as in the past. The reason why she was fast was because she had to wipe the table and wash dishes after eating. Now the reason why she is fast is because eating is just a habit for her. It has nothing to do with absorbing energy, nor is it human enjoyment.

It didn't take long for those dishes to be eaten similarly. She ate three bowls of white rice and then got up and left. Although she didn't speak, she felt quite satisfied.

Ning Que looked at the girl in white and smiled. She sat down at the dining table, pulled over the rice bucket, burned the leftover soup from the plate, and ate it sweetly.

She used to eat leftovers before, but now it is his turn.

She used to wash dishes before eating, but now it is his turn.

After Ning Que had washed the dishes, he had some backache. He thumped his back and walked back to the temple. He found that the sky was dark. He wanted to light the lamp on the stone wall, but found that someone was ready to sleep.

Make beds and quilts first, then call hot water ~ www.readwn.com ~ Repeat the foot washing process during the day.

Sang Sang retracted his feet, reached into the bedding, and slowly closed his eyes.

Ning Que took the remaining foot wash, washed his feet clean, and poured the foot wash into the cliff under the wind and snow, rubbed his hands and ran back to the bed, and sat up.

Sang Sang opened his eyes, his expression indifferent but terrifying.

Ning Que explained very seriously: "According to the principle, I should warm your bed at this time."

Sang Sang frowned slightly, disgusted.

Ning Quexiang didn't see her reaction and said with a smile: "You used to be cold and never warmed my bed, but I can have a hot body."

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(There were a lot of typos in the chapter yesterday. When I revised it, I adjusted some words and found that it still needed to be revised. When I write it later, if I have enough time, I will strive to do it.) (To be continued.)