Luqian stone chair is facing the lake under the twilight. Ning Que and Mo Shan are sitting on the chair. The big dark horse bowed his head to eat grass not far away. Of course, it will not swallow the grass in the belly, just passing the boring ones.
time.
Ning Que talked about what happened in Kyoto. Mo Shanshan's slender eyelashes flashed lightly.
There was no change. After learning that Ning Que became the monarch of the big river, it seemed a little surprised.
She did not have a woman who had been influenced by many talented beauty novels in the world for a long time, and said that since you are not willing to marry me, why do n’t I want me to marry this nonsense.
"In Chang'an City, you said that this time she ran to the sky, running too far, can't go back, so you have no way, now she has returned to the world, so what do you think?"
Ning Que said: "I found that what she thought was too simple at the time. In fact, whether she was going to heaven or in the world, she was always there, there was no way."
Mo Shanshan said: "She is no longer her, she is Haotian, can she always like it?"
Ning Que thought about it and said, "I thought about this problem, she was Haotian, but she had all the memories of Sang Sang. How can I say that she is not Sang Sang?"
He was silent for a while, and continued: "I know no one will like her, but I don't care. In fact, I never care about it from a long time ago."
"This is probably really like it."
Mo Shanshan raised his head and looked at his eyes quietly. He said, "What about me?"
Ning Que is silent.
Mo Shanshan whispered: "You are a negative man."
Ning Que said: "From a certain perspective, I am indeed a negative man."
Mo Shanshan smiled and said, "But it is better than inappropriate."
Things like feelings. If you face the choice, then he will always live up to one side. If he wants to live up to the mountains, he will bear Sangsang. If he wants to live up to the hearts of the two, it will be the heart.
Most of the men are attentive, and some people can live up to everything, but he can't do it. Because the most critical problem is that Sangsang and Shanshan will not accept it.
Ning Que thought for a long time, and when she looked at the beautiful, she said, "You are so nice."
As soon as this sentence was exit, he felt particularly stupid.
"I also feel like a very good girl."
Mo Shanshan looked at the direction of the lake, and said with emotion: "But still not enough, I can't win this war after all, but this is the crime of wins."
The last sunny sun, according to the quiet lake between the cliffs, the sky is getting darker, the lake surface is glowing with golden waves, and the lake water looks deep, floating with the wind. It really looks like the ink in the 砚.
Sang Sang was sitting on the banks of the lake. Although the figure seemed a little lonely, it was still as high as heaven.
Mo Shanshan looked at the place, silent for a long time, and then seemed to be a little fearful. Put your legs on the chair and hug your knees tightly. "Do you still like me?"
Ning Que thought about it, and said honestly: "Yes."
She said, "But you still don't like it enough."
The not enough in front refers to her own, not enough here to refer to him.
What should Ning Que say?
She held her knees and said sadly, "You still like her more."
The skirt on the knee was wet by tears.
In the eyes of the world, she does not ask about the world. She is obsessed with Fu Shu. The woman who is gentle and gentle, can live, live a vulgar charm, understand the general, and righteousness. As mentioned earlier, she is the best and best.
Who would have thought she would cry for a man?
This is the first time Ning Que saw her crying and was very panicked. I didn't know what to do and what to say. Finally, a sentence: "Kill me, can you be more happy?"
He was not talking about jokes at this time, what he said was true.
Some things are too heavy and unreasonable, so what should I do? He subconsciously put his hands on his hands as the most important thing, that is life and death.
"People have only one life, you gave me, what should she do? Or do you say that you are used to the people everywhere? So who do you want to give? Why are you like this ...?"
Mo Shanshan burst into tears. Today is the first time she shed tears in front of people, and she was the first time she wanted to scold people with swear words, but at the last moment, she was collected back by her.
Ning Que has done a lot of things that are not tolerated in this life. He knows that he is very cold and ruthless. If he uses a secular perspective, he will undoubtedly be a personal scum, but he never cares.
Tears, he found that the scum is not so good.
There was a quiet in front of Lu, and the twilight gradually went away. The shadow cast by the tree behind the chair gradually spread, until it was integrated with the night. No one spoke for a long time.
"Where will you go next?" Her voice asked slightly.
Ning Que said: "I don't know where the end point is."
Mo Shanshan looked up at him and asked: "Is it hard?"
Ning Que said: "Can still bear."
Whether for the world or for himself, he must continue this journey. However, since it is accompanied, how can he just feel hard alone?
When he thought like this, Mo Shanshan looked at the back of the night in the night of the lake, and his mood became a bit complicated.
Nympho
Nympho
Sang Sang has been sitting by the lake.
She first watched the green lotus in the lake, and the early morning of the two eight days later. Now she looks so immoral that the young lotus will be like a fan, and a very delicate lotus flower will produce.
Then she watched the lake water, and it took more than 3,744 years. The land under Mogan Mountain would be connected to the mountain belly. This rippling lake will disappear at that time.
The Tmall woman came timidly, and she put a clearance of tea with both hands. She looked particularly nervous, and then wanted to retreat, but she was left by Sang Sang and asked her to talk with her.
Sang Sang likes little girl, because she was also a little girl. But Tmall does not know, speaking with Haotian. It is too stressful to her.
The gossip should be free to say that the object of the conversation is too nervous, so it is difficult to continue. Sang Sang frowned slightly and felt a little boring. She waved her to let her leave.
Sang Sang continued to watch the lake, and wanted to count whether the lake would disappear in advance because of the landslide of six hundred years, but found that it was a bit messy. Suddenly, he thought of Yanming Lake in Changan City.
Looking at the green lotus in the lake, she remembered the lotus flowers in Yanming Lake.
It has nothing to do, it is just because those lotus is planted by myself, so I was so impressed. Sang Sang silently said, but knew that this was just an excuse.
The night fell, she looked at the star.
To human beings, the stars that are extremely complicated. In her eyes, it is actually a very simple number, which is much simpler than the things on the world. She thinks this is a boring humans who always like to complicate things, because only they are like this.
Only then will it feel interesting and feel that survival is meaningful.
The stars are watching the earth quietly in the night sky. The positions of those stars and the distance between each other. No changes have not changed for many years.
She suddenly found that compared with the position in the kingdom of God, the starry sky looking up on the ground, although it is also beautiful, it always looks a little monotonous. It is a bit tedious.
No, Jing Mu is the real beauty. She said silently.
Jing Mu is beautiful. This is the idea of Daomen, because the law of stars in the sky is Haotian.
So naturally cannot be changed.
At this moment, the clouds in the southwest of the night sky were blown by the wind, revealing a round moon.
The moonlight shines on the earth, and it also shines on the night itself. The stagnation of the stagnation before becoming alive instantly, the whole world became alive.
Sang Sang narrowed his eyes, and his willow -like eyes looked very bright.
Her eyes were a little confused.
Haotian comes to the world, which sounds like a gods from the world. In fact, the rules leave the objective field of the rules and come to the world, just like a baby coming to a new world.
Newborn babies relied on instinct to survive, and they can grow through learning.
She is also relying on instincts in the world, but her instinct is cold rules and logic, and those warm things here are too strange to her.
Her study is very clumsy.
She is lonely. Without Ning Que, she would be more lonely.
Nympho
Nympho
Mo Shanshan looked at the back of Sang Sang on the lake, and said, "She is really pitiful."
Ning Que looked at the place, and said in silence for a moment, "She must not like to hear humans evaluating her, but you are right, she is really pitiful."
Mo Shanshan said: "You have to take care of her."
Ning Que thought of the torture on the Temple of Xiling and the journey, and said with a joke: "I'm also pitiful."
Mo Shanshan said, "I'm not pitiful?"
Ning Quezheng was about to speak, and suddenly felt a soft feeling on his face.
Mo Shanshan kissed him gently.
He was a little stunned.
She was a little ashamed, she didn't want to grab anything, she just wanted to express her heart and satisfy her heart.
Ning Que was a little nervous, and glanced at the lake.
Mo Shanshan looked at the lake whisper and said, "How do you feel like stealing affection?"
Ning Que laughed and said speechless.
Mo Shanshan said: "Don't worry."
Ning Que said: "I didn't worry about her."
Mo Shanshan looked at his appearance in his stubble, and couldn't help laughing.
Ning Que said: "I'm worried about you."
Mo Shanshan smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about me, but I actually want to understand it."
Ning Que said: "Can you understand? I don't think about what I think."
Mo Shanshan smiled and said: "I have known you more than ten years later than her. When this kind of thing, Haotian also has a way to reverse, let alone my mortal?"
"You go with her, if she really returns to the kingdom of God, she will no longer come back, or she doesn't want you anymore, you come to me again, before that, I will get better."
"if?"
"I will find a good man."
Ning Que listened to this and wanted to pick it up subconsciously: Where can I find someone as good as me? But suddenly found out that I really want to say it, so I can only be too serious.
Mo Shanshan knew what he wanted to say. He pursed his thin red lips to prevent himself from laughing and said, "There are not many good women like me, and there are many men better than you."
Ning Que was a little embarrassed and his self-esteem was hurt.
Mo Shanshan suddenly said: "I like you."
The moonlight fell on her face, which was extremely beautiful.
Red wall and white snow, if you like it, how can you forget it?
"But I also like that you like her."
She smiled and said, "I like you who like her like this."
Ning Que didn't speak, just smiled.
I like you too.
He said in his heart.
I like you who likes her like me.
He stood up and walked out of the shadow of the trees and night in front of the hut, came to the lakeside, looked at Sangsang's back and said, "Let's go."
Sangsang stood up and looked at him, wanting to say something, but said nothing.
The journey continues again.
Someone was seeing each other off by the lake, their white skirts fluttering.
In the first year of the Zhengshi period of the Tang Dynasty, the 3,450th year of the Great Rulership of Xiling, it was late winter in the 14th year of Dahe Chongsheng.
Two thousand Xiling Temple cavalry crossed the river and headed south.
A young man and woman came from the River Country.
The king abdicates.
The Dahe Kingdom was changed to Yuan Xihuan.
Xi means basking in the sun.
Huan is a stream in the southern country. Thousands of acacia trees are planted along the stream.
The new monarch is a woman. On the day she ascended the throne, the woman did not wear the national uniform, but her white skirt still fluttered.
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(This story started from the red wall and white snow a long time ago. It talks about love. The last two sentences about love today are my entire view and pursuit of love. Specifically, I will explain it in a single chapter in the future.
Or in the postscript after writing the night, I would like to tell everyone
Let me make a detailed report and explain my understanding. This chapter was very laborious to write. I really want everyone to accept it and like it. Half of my life has passed, so there is only one chapter left today. After I finished it, I found that I couldn’t find any
There are no suitable words to use as chapter titles, so I have no choice but to have two chapters tomorrow.)