Nightfall

Anger comes from different, different positions, different names, different nature of life, bean curd salty or sweet, rice dumplings meat or vegetarian, and life or death.

"Because you have different choices, you have to remember to kill? You know that I am cold-blooded. If you kill the Tang people, it will make me angry and heartache, but it will not make me change my mind."

Ning Que looked at the vegetable farm that had become a sea of ​​blood, looked at the broken limbs around the vegetable stall, and said, "You are chosen by humans, you will not appear without humans, you cannot treat them like this."

Sang Sang frowned and said, "I woke up to be indeed a human choice. Is it because of this that I will be determined by humans? Can parents decide the life or death of their children?"

Ning Que said: "No one wants you to die."

She said calmly and firmly: “When I was born in the world, the housewife secretly sent the housekeeper out of the house to drown me in the dung pit. It was the same day that another housekeeper held a hatchet to You force me, my life and death are almost decided by someone, and your life and death are almost decided by someone. Eventually, you took the hatchet, and after I survived, I do n’t want to be decided by others.

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, life and death can only be determined by yourself. "

Sang Sang said: "I don't want to die if I live."

The anger in Ning Que's heart gradually became disturbed. He didn't know how to persuade her to calm down. Her slightly trembling hands could kill, and she could kill when she moved.

He walked across the sea of ​​blood, came to her, reached for her hand, took her gently into his arms and hugged it tightly, and said sadly in her ear, "I don't want you to die either."

Sang Sang's body was a bit stiff. Then it gradually became softer, leaning awkwardly on his shoulder, looking a little out of place because of the nearly high volume.

"I would rather die by myself than you die."

The two stood tightly embracing between the sea of ​​blood and the broken body, their expressions were calm and even somewhat sacred, and countless extremely faint light spots flew out of them like stars, drifting away.

When the light spot falls, some thick blood stains on the vegetable ground gradually fade until they are invisible. The body in the blood also disappeared, as if it had been holy purified.

The pungent **** smell can no longer be smelled in the vegetable farm, only the smell of chicken feces and the earthy smell of river fish. The touching flavor of onions and the unique flavor of green vegetables.

The vegetables were still dewy, crystal clear, and lined with verdant greens. The tender shoots newly unearthed on the stall were neatly arranged, and they also carried dirt.

There was yelling and bargaining in the vegetable farm. The mother beat the child and the puppy scrambled for bones. The wild cat was frightened. Papa, Wang Wang, Meow, a mess of excitement.

"Just like this green onion, wouldn't it cost you two dollars?"

Ning Que opened his eyes. Seeing that the aunt who sells vegetables is holding a handful of watery green onions in front of her, her face is full of pride. Does it seem that you are embarrassed not to buy?

He smiled and shook his head, patting Sang Sang in his arms to wake her up. Then she took her hand and walked out of the vegetable market. She didn't have the rice dish in her hand, but she didn't worry about returning to the courtyard without eating.

As long as you are affectionate, you will be full of water.

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Sang Sang did not leave. She and Ning Que continued to spend their ordinary days in Chaoyang City, avoiding the wind and rain outside, walking between the small courtyard and the vegetable farm, and walking by the creek.

Ning Que is responsible for cooking and Sang Sang is responsible for eating. Occasionally she is in a good mood. She will cook for herself and make Ning Que a bowl of fried egg noodles. In that bowl of clear soup fried egg noodles, there are still only four peppers and thirty green onions.

If you want to avoid boredom and boredom in this kind of life, you must think of ways to find fresh fun, see the scenery that you have not seen, or relive the old times from time to time.

Ning Que is very clever, relying on the taste in memory, and successfully learning the hot and sour noodle soup. According to the expression of Sang Sang's expression, the taste is at least 70% of that in Lin 47.

He buried two cans of rice wine under the tree in the yard, and made jars of pickles in the stove, which were stuffed with beans and tender **** and green and red peppers. Everyone would drool when they opened the lid. Sang Sang is very satisfied with his kimchi, but for some reason, she still likes to eat the simplest vinegar pickles.

They often walked out of the hospital, watched the setting sun on the lake, listened to the bells in the temple, and walked around Chaoyang City as if they were like this lazy city, and they also became lazy.

When the spring rain was like smoke, they walked through the legendary 72 temples. When the autumn was refreshing, they went to some big cities in the country of the moon. When the snow and snow were flying, they went to the north and killed in the snowy blue pass. In the scenery, they watched all night and held hands when doing these things.

It may be because the walking time is a little longer, and Sang Sang is a little tired. She went back to the yard and went to bed. From that day on, she became a little drowsy, and the sleep time became longer and longer.

When she was sleeping, Ning Que lay beside her and read a book. When she heard the book, she held one hand into the bed and held her hand. Sometimes she forgot to stretch her hand after turning the page. Sang Sang would reach out subconsciously, pull his hand back to the bed, hug it tightly and refuse to let go.

On a certain autumn day, Chaoyang City was talking about the release of the monks of the White Pagoda Temple. Ning Que heard that after a few barrels of loach and various fish were thrown into the lake, a very funny **** picture will appear, which is very interesting. Sang Sang went to see that she was tired and did not want to leave the hospital, so she went on her own.

The release was indeed very lively, the self-killing of the loach eel and various fishes was indeed very bloody, and the things the monks did were really funny. Ning Que was preparing to go home after reading it, and suddenly felt a strange feeling Looking at the white pagoda on the lake and across the lake, I always feel that there is something missing here.

The black believers and tourists gradually dissipated, the twilight gradually thickened, and the White Pagoda Temple became quieter. He stood on the shore and watched the Lake Tower silently. The feeling was always there.

Just then, the bell of the evening class sounded in the temple.

The bell rang in his heart at the same time.

Buddha bells can clear the mind and help believers meditate. Ning Que ’s deep understanding of the sea has lotus fragments of consciousness. The natural sense is clearer, and he goes subconsciously to the depths of the Zen temple.

Following the bells, he came to the main hall of Baita Temple, and he saw hundreds of monks praying the scriptures religiously. With the sound of the scriptures, the statue of the Buddha in the temple appeared more compassionate.

Buddha looked at him quietly.

The sound of the ear is the sound of Buddha, which is extremely beautiful.

Ning Que stood outside the threshold and gradually became obsessed with it.

In the small courtyard, Sang Sang woke up.

The black crow on the branch made a strange noise and fluttered its wings.

Her gaze fell to the sky with the black crow.

She feels that the sky is familiar, which is very beautiful.

She looked at it for a long time, and her expression gradually fell into a frenzy.

Infatuation starts with love.

There is no wise man in love.

I do not know why.

Idiot is stupid.

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(Today is said to be Super Moon ~ www.readwn.com ~ The status of Confucius must be very good, but my condition is very bad. Not because I was tired of writing five chapters yesterday, but I got the courage to eat a fish hot pot this evening. Some are uneasy. I always feel that some joints are faintly painful. Of course I know this is a fake. I ’m not such a stupid person as Ning Que and Sang Sang, but I am so timid. After finishing writing, it feels like completing a particularly difficult task. I feel lax at once, and it is difficult to lift my spirit. Today it is two thousand words. I write slowly, I do n’t know if I can write it. To avoid everyone's time, wait for it in advance, and even if it is written, it will be sent tomorrow. Is there any possibility that I can really save the manuscript? It seems difficult.

Tomorrow will certainly continue to break out. I am now deeply in love with the rhythm of 1515. Maybe it was because of the fact that as a child, 1510 said too much? But this kind of thing is definitely not going to be done. There will be five chapters to be updated tomorrow. On Monday, I will sincerely ask you for a recommendation ticket. Yun Yun asked me to open a single chapter to vote. I think about it, okay It's easy to endure for dozens of days. Although it is really painful to endure, then bear with it? Maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I ca n’t help it. Thank you all for your support, thank you who are still energetic, and the quality of the article is good, please vote for the recommendation, thank you very much. )