Nightfall

Yu Linjun blocked the martial law on the 40 Seven Lanes, but all around the crowded Chang An people gathered more and more, ignoring the cold rain to wet their bodies, people are nervous or upset or excited or reluctant The black-faced man under the wall speculated about what had happened.

Ning Que stood in the rain with a black umbrella. Looking across the crowd, Zhuo Er, sitting in the rain, looked calm and looked very serious. He seemed to want to keep the face in his mind forever. in.

When I met at Mount Min seven years ago, this face is so dark, how are you so dark? It’s darker than the bottom of the pot. It’s darker than Sang Sang. It’s just darker than the night. It’s just seven years away. The little black child has become a black man. This face is still a long-lost strange, so he has to be serious at this last moment. Go and watch, remember.

Zhuo Er, who always closed his eyes, was lifted by the sergeant Yu Linjun from the 40 Seven Lanes. The crowds of the crowd spread out. Ning Que and Sang Sang snuggled up under the black umbrella and looked back, but Sang Sang could clearly feel There is no more in his eyes, just like a body that has lost his soul.

When the shop door closed, Ning Que sat in the circle chair for a long time, then whispered: “eat noodles at night.”

“Okay.” Sang Sang replied with the fastest speed, throwing the book and the powder dumplings aside and entering the back house.

After eating a bowl of Sang Sang’s specially made noodle soup with three omelettes, Ning Que’s mood seems to have completely returned to normal. Even after putting down the tableware, she teased her two words, but the laughter is inevitably dry.

In the dead of night, Ning Que walked out of the shop and confirmed that no one was peeping in the darkness. He walked slowly to the gray wall opposite the shop. He lifted his arm and slowly rubbed the wall. There was no body temperature for the guy on the wet and cold wall. He didn’t know what the guy was going to do when he was seriously injured. He wanted to tell himself what it was, how long it was in the cold rain, and he thought about it again. What are you…

The slender fingers touched a brick with a slight stiffness. The brick corner had a very thin blood stain, and there was a very small small mark. If you don’t touch it with your fingers, you can’t find it with the naked eye.

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When I walked back to the store, Ning Que handed a few sheets of oil-soaked tissue to Sang Sang, and she saved it, and then, very rarely, burned the pot and boiled it, and then got into the cold with moisture. bedding. Still, as in the past, Sang Sang slept on the other side of the bed, and the whole body shrank like a mouse.

“I stayed with him for only ten days seven years ago, and then he was taken away by his devil master, but you didn’t remember those things. In those years he didn’t learn anything with the devil. It’s just a spy of the military, and it’s not a good mix.”

“There is a letter in the middle, but I have met again after seven years. I don’t know what kind of person he is now. How deep is the relationship with him… It is too much to be too emotional. To say My relationship with him is really a lot of mutual use, more precisely, I use him to know about Xia Hou.”

“But he is so dead. It is very troublesome. The things that have been slaughtered in the villages are now only known to me. Of course, I did not count you in. Doesn’t that fall on me?” But I am already carrying a lot of trouble on my body. Where is the spirit to manage this?”

Sang Sang knows that he only needs to vent or self-convincing at this time, and does not need someone to talk, so he never speaks, and gradually seems to be really sleepy.

Ning Que couldn’t sleep. He squinted at the corners of the corner that had been oozing from the rain. He suddenly sat up and draped a single cotton jacket to the small courtyard. He pulled three old knives from the firewood pile. He rubbed his head down.

After finishing the knife, he still didn’t sleep. He went to the pavilion to order Dipankara fire, watered the ink and brushed the pen, and randomly pulled the broken paper. The ink was splashed like a heavy rain during the day, and he wrote a few lines of words.

“Chasing the cool, the number is ruined, the pain is painful, the pain is painful, and why is it? No Mercedes-Benz, sorrowful and deep, what is the reason. The paper feels guilty, I don’t know what to say… Xiaoning Zidun first.”

Ning Que has no expression on his face, his eyes are calm, and it is in stark contrast to the fascinating writing on paper. I don’t know when Sang Sang got up from the bed. The little maid stood alone beside him, silently looking at the words on the word, and then looked up at him with a small face.

“These words are written by a predecessor. I am only copying.” Ning Que explained: “The predecessor was excavated in the grave. Although he was immediately repaired, he could not go back to see it, so he wrote this in grief and anger. a few words.”

Sang Sang nodded, but looking at the confused look in her eyes, probably still not very clear, Ning Que smiled, did not make more explanations, Linyi this famous post at least ten times, only tonight, he probably understand what The pain can go through the heart and the liver, and what kind of things can make people feel awkward. (Note)

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After dawn, the rain stopped.

The sun that was washed by the spring rain was exceptionally beautiful, shining on the 40 seven lanes, and painted all the corners of the building and the gray wall. The old pen has opened its doors, and Ning Que sat in a circle chair holding a scroll of books and watched it. Occasionally, the brows in the book were slightly stunned or smiled, and he took the teapot and drank a cup of tea.

The seemingly idle book was sandwiched between pieces of oil-soaked paper. The handwriting that would never be wet by the rain seemed very clear in the oil paper. He did not read the book but looked at the sheet of paper.

This oil paper was jammed into the brick wall before Zhuo Er was dying. It recorded several names of Liao Liao, some intelligence such as whereabouts, and Ning Que did not know whether the sheet of paper had anything to do with the death of Zhuo Er. But he at least knows a little bit, if he wants to make Zhuo Er dead worthwhile or to be happy after death, then what should he do.

The first name on the oil paper is Zhang Yiqi.

Zhang Yiqi is the official residence of the imperial censor, and is responsible for picking up the rumors and impeaching the imperial concubine. This Zhang Yushi was responsible for hearing the case of Lin Guangyuan’s treason when he was in charge of supervising the censorship. In the case of Yushitai’s main book, he was also one of the officials investigating the Yan Territory village.

In the thirteenth year, from the eight products to the six products, it is not a government official, but Ning Que does not care about this. He only cares about the role that this person plays in the two cases. Xia Hou Great The General Army was able to kill the enemy and get rid of it from the Tu Village case. This person clearly played a role in the imperial history.

Then you will die.

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Note: Wang Xizhi’s mourning post.

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