Ning Que said very naturally, especially the fiery body in the last sentence, it is a bit like a poor poem written by young poets. There is a sense of joy.
Sang Sang didn't feel happy, and said indifferently: "No need."
Ning Que thinks she is polite, or pretending to be polite, or he wants to convince himself to be polite, so he is polite to move the couch, his hand falls on the bedding.
Sang Sang looked at him. There was no emotion in the bright willow leaves, and even hates were gone.
Ning Que's face turned white instantly and started cough.
Once the cough began, it was difficult to stop. His cough was cracked and lunged, and he held his body painful until he coughed his heart blood and fell on the ground, like the red plum.
His chest was as painful as if he was burned by a burning blade. He was worried that he would cough like this, and he might die blood, and it was more likely to cough all his heart and liver.
There is no expression on Sang Sang's face.
Ning Que stood up, left the couch, rubbed the painful chest, picked up the bedding that should belong to him, walked to the dark corner, paved, lying on it and sighing.
This sigh is a little grievance.
I wanted to sleep with Sang Sang in Mountain in Laosan that year. Although there was a bed and a puppet in Weicheng, they would eventually sleep on a bed when they fell asleep.
It is even more like to go to Chang'an City. Whether Lao Bizhai or Yanming Lake, there is only one bed warm after all. Now, his status is upside down. He even has the qualifications to go to bed.
Two girls in white were holding pearwood poles in their hands, and they were picking the veil off the veil. Looking at this scene, listening to Ning Que's grievances, the girl who had said to him in the stove room couldn't help laughing.
Get up, although there was no laughter, the smiling of the gradually began to be rippling.
In the past, Ning Que would definitely laugh with the girl in white, or she played more aggrieved, but now he has nothing to do, because he is worried that such laughter will make Sangsang unpleasant, and her will not not be unhappy, and she doesn’t do it.
Yue can easily disappear this white girl.
He knew that she could do such a thing because she was still Haotian. If she could, she had killed him long ago. Since she was willing to kill, then she was willing to kill anyone.
Ning Que is a very cold -blooded person, but he feels that there is no need to die more, especially in this cold light temple. What he wants to bring is warm instead of anything else.
The two girls in white went to the side temple to rest, and the light temple in the night became particularly quiet. The snowfall floated from the terrace into the temple, but the temperature in the temple was not reduced in the slightest.
Ning Que did not fall asleep. Under such circumstances, it was really difficult to fall asleep. He watched the wind and snow that was getting bigger and bigger in the terrace, thinking that the snow had fallen for many days, and his brows frowned slightly.
Xiling Shenguo is known as Haotian's career, but the four seasons are not harsh. Whether it is summer or deep winter, there is no cold and summer that human beings cannot bear, which is much better than Changan City. However, this winter is much colder than in previous years.
It started to snow and never stopped.
Ning Que has no experience in living in Xiling, but I also understand that this situation is rare. I think the teacher left Sang Sang, the Haotian in the world. Will Yongye really come?
He sat up slowly and walked to the couch to look at Sangsang.
Sang Sang closed his eyes, and the eyelashes were gently. The length and distance of each eyelashes were so accurate. It looked like it was drawn, and it felt unreal.
Ning Que looked at her quietly and watched it for a long time.
He looked at her eyebrows, the indifference between the eyebrows, looked at her eyelashes, the wisdom in the eyelashes, looked at her lips, the rosy of her lips, looked at her ears, and her ears fluttered.
He didn't know if she was asleep at this time, and didn't know if Haotian needed to sleep, but he knew that even if she was asleep, the changes around her could not escape her perception.
But she didn't wake up, she still closed her eyes quietly, as if she was sleeping the sweetest sleep. Her face was as ordinary, but she was as well as the most noble princess.
For Ning Que, Sang Sang's face is very strange, but looking at it quietly, he feels more and more familiar. It seems that she has always been like this in the past years.
He doesn't understand why this is.
Because she is Haotian, or is she because she is her wife?
The night dome above the Temple of Xiling was covered by Xueyun, and the moon could not be seen. The dark temple was dark and quiet, so you can hear the sound of Xue Luo.
His voice was as clean as snow, so soft and fragile.
"If you want to break the fate with me, so ask me to repay these things that owe you, so what about you? Should you return me what belongs to me?"
Sang Sang opened her eyes. The slender willow leaves were extremely translucent. She couldn't see any remaining sleepiness, and she didn't feel a laziness, because she had never been asleep.
She looked at Ning Que, and asked with no expression: "For example?"
Ning Que thought about it, and did not continue to say, because in his opinion, those things should be done by himself. How can he be proud of human beings as boring as Haotian?
He looked at his legs and said helplessly: "For example, this? Some things are really inconvenient, especially when it is convenient."
Sang Sang closed his eyes again, and didn't say a word.
Ning Que said: "I will continue to look at you, so please don't suddenly open your eyes later, although your head now is more common than that year, but suddenly I opened my eyes and still looks like a horror movie."
Sang Sang ignored him.
Ning Que ignored she ignored herself. She stood beside her quietly and looked at her quietly. After watching it for a long time, she moved to move a jade stool and sat next to her couch.
I have been seeing the wind and snow gradually slightly, and the morning light is getting born.
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In the 3,450 years of Xiling Dazhi, Xiling God's Kingdom has made a big snow. Taoshan is covered with silver and cream. The believer who is still gathered in various villages and towns is a little bit frozen.
People know why the warm Xiling has always ushered in such a cold winter, and the person in charge is like Ning Que, and it is faintly speculated that it may be related to the Yongye. The eyes looking at the Temple of Light are becoming more and more awe.
No one knows the situation in the Temple of Guangming. After Ning Que unlocked Youge and escorted it into the temple, he never came out again, and there was no information to pass from the temple.
The story that is happening in the Temple of Guangming. If you think about it carefully, it seems a bit ridiculous, and the childish is childlike and lovely. Of course, naive is often the most cruel thing.
If this is a family wine, of course, Ning Que is of course a servant. He wakes up every morning and starts to sweep the courtyard. The Temple of Guangming is too big.
Then he had to prepare breakfast, then washing dishes and washing clothes, then Chinese food, then dishes and mopping the floor, preparing dinner, then washing the dishes, washing his feet for Sang Sang, and finally dragging the tired body to sleep.
He eats leftovers and leftovers, and he is washing your feet and the remaining foot washing water. For the devout Haotian believers such as the palmism, he is probably willing to directly directly the foot washing water in the copper basin directly.
Drink it in the stomach, because there is a taste of Haotian, but Ning Que has no such abnormal belief, and naturally cannot be perverted, and in the world he used to live, drinking his wife to wash his feet is the biggest to a man the biggest to a man.
Insult.
In addition to these housework that must be done every day, he also has to serve Sang Sang's clothing and clothing, including tea -making chess, tea cooking, and chess ... Chen Pippi has never won Sangsang, let alone Ning Que, Ning Que,
So Yi Qi became his most painful and humiliating thing.
The days were repeated simply and boringly. He did all kinds of things exhausted, and he fell asleep with his pillow with his head at night. He didn't stand on the couch and watched her overnight.
Sangsang does not seem to have changed any changes, so it is so indifferent.
Ning Que has great hope for the life of the Temple of Guangming. She wants to get along with each other and make her more and more human. Now she looks at her eyebrows without any emotions, and hopes to become disappointed.
One day, he took a bamboo broom to sweep the snow on the terrace, and the weather was extremely cold, just like his current mood, his face now has no smile, just like the cold mountains.
The bamboo broom was scratched on the snow, and it was written on the slightly rough bud paper. There were countless chaotic traces swept out on the terrace. It looked like a cursive script.
The man who wrote a cursive book was a little irritable.
At this time, the wind and snow were furious and kept falling at the cliff. The terrace that had just been cleaned just over half of the snow was instantly re -covered, and the cursive script was destroyed.
Ning Que stopped snowing, holding a bamboo broom, standing in the snow, watching the dark sky and asking: "When will you do, what do you want to do?"
Sang Sang said: "I have washed you many times for you, made many meals, dragged many times, brushed many times, and you did it now, not as one percent of what I made."
Ning Que said after a moment of silence: "You know this is useless, I do owe you a lot, but you owe me a lot, and there will be no way to count between us."
After saying this, he turned around and looked at the temple: "In Laoshan, I have carried you many times, I washed you many times, and I fed you many times. I have killed many people for you.
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Sang Sang walked slowly and said with no expression: "This is a common emotions of human beings, the heart of pity."
In the wind and snow, Ning Que's mood is as cold as the wind and snow, and it is as angry as the snow.
"What about you grow up?"
"When you are sick, I hold you in my arms and warm you with your body. Why do you return me? From the academy to the Jaco Temple to Chaoyang City, your feet have always been washed by me. Why do you return me?
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"I carried you out of Chaoyang City and entered the wasteland. When I wanted to kill you throughout the world, I kept carrying you on the back. How can you return me?"
Sang Sang walked to the side of the column and looked at the world with his hands in the snow. There were many pictures appeared in the snow films outside the cliff. These pictures were a bit blurred, but they were so clear.
It was the rain after the drought drought in Hebei Road, and it was a young custard struggling in the well in Laoshan. It was a teenager who cut the horse thief's head on the shore of Caibi Lake.
The little maid walking walking is the fried egg noodles in Lao Bizhai, which is the sun in the Chaoyang City.
——In the sun, he kept running with her and waved his knife. She was weak and leaned happily on his shoulder, holding the big black umbrella tightly in his hand.
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(Go home on the 31st, get home on the first, because the evening is the award of the book review contest. Of course, the most important thing is that I think my wife is.) (You are continued. !)