Nightfall

Ning Que looked up and looked at him expressionless and said: “But that kind of tiredness is always good. The guy who has studied the Olympics is going to take the Academy Math branch of study. It will not be difficult to look at the difficult questions. I think the special fucking second is always a lot stronger than my life.”

“Inexplicably came to such a ghost place, after a few years at General’s Residence, the result is because of you guys, the good days are gone, everyone who knows is dead, and the mother is dead, I am I am only four years old. I have to consider the problem of survival or death. Do you say that I am tired?”

When he was four years old, he clenched the hatchet for the first time. He murdered for the first time. Then he watched the blood of the slightly black hair flowing down the head of the hatchet into the sticky seam and turned into a thick semi-solid. Then he only I knew that the original chocolate hot pot was a very disgusting thing. Afterwards, he washed countless times, but he always felt that he couldn’t wash away the bloody smell and the faint rust attached to the hatchet. This taste has always been accompanied by him. Year time.

He put the right hand into the rain, letting the rain continue to wash, but always felt that there was no way to wash away the sticky blood between the fingers, and his face paled and said: “I didn’t kill anyone before, the result I am killing now. It’s easier than people to do the problem. I didn’t get married, but I had to carry a small oil bottle to hang over Mount Min. When I saw one, I felt that he wanted to kill me and then took the oil bottle away. Little wife, you said that I am tired?”

“I am so tired that you are caused by you, so I can only make it easier to kill all of you. Only when you have the blood of the body, I will feel the blood on my hands being washed, so You can think of this as a cold-blooded revenge, but sometimes I think it’s more like washing my hands.”

Ning Que looked at the dying old man and said, “Use your blood to wash the blood in my hand.”

After saying this, he squatted and picked up the hatchet on the side of the old man and looked at the old man and said: “As for whether you can look at this problem, ask the General’s Residence when you are under Underworld, but ask. I believe that you are so boring that you can’t close your eyes with loyalty and loyalty.

He whispered a word to the old man’s ear, then clenched the hatchet, and skillfully cut off the old man’s neck, stood up, picked up the hat in the rainwater accumulated in the courtyard, and put on the turn round again. Top, pushed open the courtyard door and went out.

The rain in the courtyard is still under the water. The iron square in front of the house still heard the sound of iron. No one in the woodpile outside the firewood room collapsed. The hatchet was placed in the neck of the old man.

Former General Xuanwei General Chen Zixian, now Chang An Dongcheng smashed the iron old craftsman and stared at the raindrops of the drops from the sky. The cold eyes of the fish-like eyes were full of bleak despair, and they could not close, let those The rain hits the eyeball and rinses the blood.

…………Under the Big Black Umbrella outside the slums, Sang Sang silently looked at the direction of the lane. There was no change from the beginning to the present. The little feet in the old shoes always stood in the same place, and the rain was getting more and more Big, wet her hair and clothes on her left shoulder, but she did not step back and squat to avoid.

There was no one in the lane, but there was a footstep. She turned her head and saw Ning Que wearing a hat coming out from a road in the west. The cheeks in the shadow of the hat were pale, and she hurriedly supported the umbrella. I used to cover the rain for him, and then left the street quickly without any attention.

The second name on the list of oil papers was finally crossed out today. The killed Chen Zixian was one of the direct murderers of General’s Residence, but returned to Ning Que, the old pen in 40 Seven Lanes. Not too good, after drying the rain on his face, he even lay down on the bed and went to sleep without even washing his feet.

These days, he struggled in the Old Book Library. Both physical and mental weaknesses have reached the limit. Today, the smashing of the strings in Essence, Qi, Spirit collapsed to the extreme, and then suddenly became one of the pines. With the slight cold and spring rain, it is difficult to re-start directly on the bed like a spring mountain mud.

The slightly cold body didn’t feel much warm. Even though Sang Sang had already put him two beds of quilts, he stared at the roof of a new paper and muttered, “You know why I must enter the Academy.” Do you know why I am desperate to stay in the Old Book Library? Do you know why I am desperate to step into the World?”

Sang Sang was busy cooking ginger soup at the door, ignoring the gibberish that he would come once every year and a half, and he didn’t have time to answer his boring questions.

Ning Que turned his head and looked at the thin body next to the threshold. After a long silence, he smiled and said: “This is a bit of a mess. You certainly know… but other people don’t know, like, but it’s just the most vulnerable. The most powerless reason, killing a censor and killing an old blacksmith is so laborious. If I am still me now, there are three knives looking at me very powerful… How can I kill Xia Hou and kill the prince?”

“Xia Hou is too strong.” He turned his head and stared back at the new yellow paper on the roof, muttering: “How to kill martial arts Peak? Don’t step on the Culture Road, I don’t want to kill him in this life. “”

“Your Highness Princess said that if Young Master insists on going to the Old Book Library every day, you will have something to do with it.” Sang Sang took the hot ginger soup and sat down to the bed and forced him half-up, whispering. Said: “I don’t know if you can embark on the Cultural Road, Xia Hou has to die before you die.”

Ning Que took the ginger soup, licked his lips weakly, sipped in a sip, and whispered in the gap between the drinks: “Hope may be vain, but hope is better than no hope, so you have to work hard.”

Sang Sang looked at him quietly and suddenly said: “Young Master, have you ever thought that if Vast Sky really makes you unable to embark on the Cultural Road, what can you do?”

Ning Que handed the bowl to her, weakly wiped the sweat on her forehead, and after lightly smiled, said very slowly and very calmly: “If Vast Sky is so bad… Hey, mouth, then I will Against the sky.”

What is the meaning of mouth rumors? Sang Sang thought that Young Master really started to talk about intermittent episodes. He didn’t put him flat, then went to the dishes to prepare dinner and ignored him.

In the middle of the night, Ning Que’s nonsense became more, because he had a fever, and the pale cheeks were full of unhealthy blushes, and occasionally the eyes were stunned, from time to time on the roof yellow paper and Sang Sang. Responsive between the faces, it seems that some can not focus, dry and peeling lips said hoarse and slightly difficult to understand.

Bicycle backseat, registration fee, youth palace, hatchet, chocolate, blood. Tow bottle, blood; Mount Min, blood; Wei City, blood; grassland, blood; General’s Residence is full of blood.

“Why? Why? Why?” Why?”

He grabbed Sang Sang’s cold hand, but he didn’t know where he was. He held his eyebrows and licked his lips. The wine vortex was like a sad question mark. His face was full of grievances and kept talking about the three. Words, very poor looking.

Sang Sang changed the wet towel on his forehead, put him in his arms, patted his back gently, and whispered softly: “Yes, it’s their fault, it doesn’t matter to Young Master, it’s a little relationship. None, they are all bad guys.”

In the early morning, the rain in Chang An City stopped, and the fire of Ning Que also retreated. He stumbled open his eyes and felt a burning pain in his throat. He habitually wanted to call Sang Sang to pour water. I found someone sitting beside me, and I turned around and looked at it. I saw Sang Sang sitting on the bed half-length and I didn’t know when I was already asleep.

I glanced at her with apologies. He insisted on getting out of bed and pouring water, but he still alarmed Sang Sang behind him. Sang Sang woke up and hurriedly pushed him back onto the bed and jumped.

Ning Que looked at her busy back and suddenly said, “Is it really useless?”

Sang Sang handed the teacup to the lips and tried the temperature. He said: “Young Master, you talk nonsense.”

Ning Que murmured: “I haven’t read it since I saw it for so many years. Look at the thin Ocean of Qi Mountain of Snow. Even the words inside can’t be remembered. The method of Culture, nowadays, is even more degrading to killing individuals, and even complaining about it, even a serious illness… It’s useless.”

………… In the early morning, behind the tall and majestic Zhu wall, in the royal study surrounded by the cross-green trees, Li Tang, the great Tang emperor, stood in the threshold and watched the dripping rain on the leaves not far away. The Queen just served him to finish using the wash and used up the breakfast. I don’t know why, he suddenly wanted to come to the royal study room to have a look.

As the Emperor of Great Tang, the only man who surrendered Wanbang, according to the ordinary world, he should have no troubles, but he looked at the park silently at this time, and his face was obviously a bit restless.

“Master went to the sky and went down. I don’t know when I will come back. Chao Xiaoshu This guy has finally slipped away, I don’t know… he will not come back.”

Li Yizhong thought about the good teachers and friends who left Chang An these days. The mood became more and more heavy. Looking at the wet flowers in the morning after the rain, they gradually gave birth to the feelings of Lolly Solitary, and they lost their lives. This is why he came to the royal study room in the early morning. Only in this undisturbed room, he felt that he could get real peace.

His Majesty the Emperor loves calligraphy, although he often pays attention to the summon ministers to come to enjoy the book, but in addition to the favorite Queen Mother and the four Princess, no one dares not to disturb his quiet, even he does not let the eunuchs tidy This room, a book sticker display is done by yourself.

Long and short sighs turned around, he was going to write a few bad words that had always been secretive, and suddenly he looked a little, and noticed that the book’s oblique direction on a certain layer of bookshelves seemed to be somewhat different.

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(To be continued)