Chapter 120 of the fifth volume of the pen of magic
Anger comes from different perspectives, different positions, different names, different nature of life, salty or sweet tofu pudding, meat or vegetarian rice dumplings, and life or death.
"You want to kill people because you have different choices? You know I am very cold-blooded. If you kill Tang people, it will make me angry and heartbroken, but it will not make me change my mind."
Ning Que looked at the vegetable market that had become a sea of blood and the broken limbs and arms around the vegetable stalls, and said: "You were chosen by humans. Without humans, you would not have appeared. You cannot treat them like this."
Sangsang frowned and said: "It is indeed a human choice for me to wake up. Is it because of this that I have to be decided by humans to live or die? 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 housekeeper secretly sent me out of the house and wanted to drown me in the manure pit. It was also that day in the woodshed that another housekeeper stabbed me with a hatchet.
You forced me to go, and my life and death were almost decided by others, and your life and death were almost decided by others. In the end, you took away the hatchet, and after I survive, I don't want to let others decide my life or death again."
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, life and death can only be decided by yourself."
Sangsang said: "As long as I live, I don't want to die."
The anger in Ning Que's heart gradually turned into confusion. He didn't know how to persuade her to calm down. Her slightly trembling hands could kill people, and her thoughts could kill people.
He walked through the sea of blood, came to her, reached out and held her hand, gently pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, saying sadly in her ear: "I don't want you to die either."
Sang Sang's body was a little stiff, then gradually became soft, leaning awkwardly on his shoulder. Because she was about the same height, she looked a little uncoordinated.
"I would rather die than you."
The two of them stood in the sea of blood and the broken corpses, hugging each other tightly. Their expressions were calm and even somewhat sacred. Countless faint light spots flew out from their bodies like stars and floated in all directions.
As the light fell, the sticky blood stains on the vegetable field gradually faded until they were no longer visible, and the bodies in the blood also disappeared, as if they had been divinely purified.
The pungent smell of blood can no longer be smelled in the market, only the smell of chicken feces, the earthy smell of river fish, the touching smell of onions, and the unique smell of green vegetables.
There is still dew on the green vegetables, which is crystal clear, making the green color of the vegetables extremely attractive. The newly unearthed tender bamboo shoots on the stall are arranged neatly and are still covered with soil. They don't feel dirty but are very beautiful.
The market was full of shouts and bargains, mothers beating their children, puppies fighting over bones, frightened wild cats snapping, barking, meowing, it was a lively mess.
"Just this water onion, two pennies is not expensive for you, right?"
Ning Que opened his eyes and saw that the vegetable seller was holding out a handful of juicy green onions in front of him, with a proud look on his face, as if he thought you would be embarrassed if you didn't buy it?
He smiled and shook his head, patted Sangsang in his arms to wake her up, then held her hand and walked out of the vegetable market. He didn't have rice or vegetables in his hand, but he wasn't worried about not having anything to eat when he returned to the small courtyard.
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As long as there is love, drink enough water.
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Sangsang did not leave. She and Ning Que continued to live an ordinary life in Chaoyang City, hiding from the wind and rain outside, walking between the courtyard and the vegetable market, and taking a walk by the stream.
Ning Que was in charge of cooking, and Sang Sang was in charge of eating. Sometimes, if she was in a good mood, she would cook herself and make a bowl of omelette noodles for Ning Que. The bowl of omelette noodles in clear soup still only contained four peppercorns and thirty chopped green onions.
If you want to avoid boredom and boredom in living a life like this, you must find ways to find new interests, see scenery you have never seen before, or revisit old times from time to time.
Ning Que was very smart. He successfully taught himself spicy and sour noodle soup by relying on the taste in his memory. According to Sang Sang's expression, the taste was at least 70% as good as the one on Alley 47.
He buried two cans of rice wine under the tree in the yard, and made a jar of kimchi in the kitchen, stuffed with jelly beans, tender ginger and green and red chili peppers. Everyone would drool when he opened the lid. Sang Sang was very impressed with him.
She was very satisfied with the kimchi she made, but for some reason, she still liked the simplest pickled cabbage heads in vinegar.
They often walked out of the hospital, watched the sunset on the lake, listened to the bells in the temple, and walked around Chaoyang City, as if they had become lazy just like this lazy city.
When the spring rain was like smoke, they visited the legendary seventy-two temples. When the autumn was crisp, they went to some big cities in the Yuelun Kingdom. When the cold snow was falling, they went to the north, where they were surrounded by the snow-covered Languan Pass.
In the scenery, I watched them all night, and they were always holding hands while doing these things.
Perhaps because she walked for a long time, Sangsang was a little tired, so she went to sleep when she returned to the courtyard. From that day on, she became a little lethargic, and her sleeping time became longer and longer.
When she was sleeping, Ning Que would lie next to her and read a book. He would hold the book in his hand and reach into the bed with one hand to hold her hand. Sometimes he would forget to put his hand back after turning the page.
Sangsang would subconsciously reach out and pull his hand back into the bed, hugging it tightly to her chest and refusing to let go.
One autumn day, people in Chaoyang City were talking about the news about the release of the monks from the White Pagoda Temple. Ning Que heard that after several buckets of loaches and various fish were thrown into the lake, a very funny and bloody scene would appear. He thought it was very interesting and planned to bring some
Sangsang went to see her. She was a little tired and didn't want to leave the hospital, so she went by herself.
The release was indeed very lively. The cannibalism of the loaches, eels and various fishes was indeed very bloody. The things those eminent monks did were indeed very funny. After watching it, Ning Que was about to go home when he suddenly felt a strange feeling.
, looking at the lake and the white tower on the other side of the lake, I always feel that something is missing here.
The dark crowd of believers and tourists gradually dispersed, the twilight grew darker, and the White Pagoda Temple gradually became quieter. He stood on the shore and looked at the lake tower in silence, and that feeling never left him.
At this moment, the bell for the evening service rang in the temple.
This bell rang in his heart at the same time.
The Buddhist bell can purify the mind and help believers meditate. There are fragments of Liansheng's consciousness deep in Ning Que's sea of consciousness, so his natural induction becomes clearer and he subconsciously walks deeper into the Zen temple.
Following the sound of the bells, he came to the main hall of Baita Temple and saw hundreds of monks inside the threshold chanting sutras devoutly. With the sound of sutras, the statue of Buddha in the hall seemed more compassionate.
Buddha was watching him quietly.
When the sound of the sutra enters the ears, it is the sound of the Buddha, which is extremely beautiful.
Ning Que stood outside the threshold and gradually became obsessed with it.
In the small courtyard, Sangsang woke up.
The black crow on the branch made a strange cry and flew away with its wings.
Her eyes followed the black crow and fell to the sky.
She felt that the sky looked familiar and very beautiful.
She looked at it for a long time, her expression gradually becoming crazy.
Insanity comes from love.
There is no wisdom in love.
I don’t know why.
Crazy is stupidity.
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