Nightfall Chapter 74: Days in the Temple of Light (Part 1)

When Sangsang was a human, she felt a little clumsy and not very talkative. In fact, those are just appearances. The most fundamental reason is that she has a very cold temperament. If you go to the deepest point to explore, the reason is so. That's because she has never had any real feelings for the world in which she lives.

Whether the soldiers and civilians in Weicheng, or the second senior brother and Chen Pipi in the academy, have given her a lot of concern. Xiaocao once gave her many gifts, but she rarely gave them back.

These pasts are the dust that she has left in the world. Since she can't cut it, and wants to cut it, she must compensate for those past affections, but Ning Que is an exception.

She has already paid enough emotions to Ning Que in the world. She has dedicated all her thoughts and even her life to him, so she does not need to compensate Ning Que. If she wants to cut off the dust between Ning Que, Instead, she needed to retrieve everything she had dedicated to him, such as washing her feet and making the bed, followed by housework.

In her opinion, this matter has nothing to do with whether it is interesting or not, but it should be done.

Ning Que didn't think that these things should be done by himself, but compared to the suffering of Ling Chi, washing her feet was really a small matter, so he squatted down without hesitation.

He didn’t think there was any humiliation in this matter, just like he thought when he bowed down to the Temple of Light on the top of the mountain during the Light Sacrifice. In the past few years, I made you kneel and wash my feet many times, and I will pay you back today so what?

The temperature of the clear water in the copper basin is just right for her feet, but for her opponents, it is a bit hot. Ning Que held up the water and poured it on her feet, rubbing them carefully, not even missing her toes.

Her feet are still white, but softer and tenderer than before, and the skin on her ankles is also white now. Ning Que looked at the feet in the basin, thinking about these things, and then found that her hands were covered. It was hot red, and I remembered that when she washed her feet before, her little hands were often hot red.

Since waking up in the extreme north of the mountain, Sangsang has not worn shoes. In the city of Song Dynasty, the charming woman once gave her a pair of shoes, which she threw away like torn shoes. .

She walked through the wasteland with her bare feet, through the countryside, through the city, to the Xiling Temple, through the red dust, her feet are still so clean, there is no dirt on them, they are as round and smooth as There was not even a trace of dust between Liuli's nails, and they looked so beautiful.

Ning Que has been washing for a long time, and the water in the copper basin is still so clear, even giving people a feeling that the fish must like to swim in it, even if they drink it, they can refresh their hearts.

But he still washes honestly, washes very carefully, because he understands that Sangsang let her feet wash not because her feet are dirty, but she needs to wash her feet by herself.

An average girl, being rubbed so finely by a man’s hand, whether itchy or not, she probably always makes some silver bells of laughter in response to the situation, but no matter whether Ning Que’s movements are light or heavy, Sangsang There was no response at all, her expression was very serious, as if she was participating in an extremely important event, but this was not a religious baptism, just washing her feet, so the solemnity she showed seemed a little ridiculous.

Ning Que picked up her feet from the basin, put them on her lap, took the snow-white towel, dried the water on her feet, returned her feet to the couch, Putting the towel on his shoulders, he raised the copper basin, walked to the temple terrace, poured the footwashing water into the wind and snow between the cliffs.

The wind and snow are picturesque, and the cliffs and cliffs are also picturesque. The basin of footwashing water is like an ink pen in the hand of a urchin, and it is extremely unreasonable to paint in this beautiful painting.

Ning Que remembered that many years ago he was locked into the college by his teacher in the cliff cave in the cliff. Sangsang was serving himself by his side, cooking and pouring the toilet, the washing water and the yellow and white filth in the toilet, finally She was dumped under the beautiful cliff, shocked by the white flowing clouds and silver-line waterfalls.

"It seems interesting." He thought with a smile.

Through the battle for this period of time, as well as today's ritual-like footwashing, he has learned more about the current Sangsang—that is, the Haotian who fell in the world.

She is a collection of the rules of the world. Just like the teacher said at Song Guo Restaurant last year, she is objective, she is absolutely calm, and she thinks logically. Even if she possesses the vitality caused by self-continuation and has a subjective self-awareness, this is how she survives.

This advanced form of life expression is indeed easy to be frightening, but in Ning Que's view, Sangsang is terrifying and cute, just like the old Sangsang who was still a little maid.

She was never clumsy, just a little clumsy, a little clumsy.

She wanted to cut off the dust in the world, and she kept thinking about it. She judged her involvement with the world according to cold and objective mathematical methods, but she did not expect that those connections were not cold, like emotional life. Such things are inherently impossible to calculate.

She thought she had found the right way. As long as she paid off what she owed, and reclaimed what she had dedicated to Ning Que, she would be able to break with the world and return to the Haotian Divine Kingdom.

But she doesn’t understand that for human beings, sometimes love is not a unilateral dedication, and being loved is not necessarily a unilateral gain. In short, these are very complicated things, even if she can count on it, It is impossible to figure out all the details. On the contrary, the more she thinks and calculates in the meantime, the easier it will be to sink into it, and it will be difficult for her to extricate herself.

When she starts to think in a human way and begins to value human emotions, she will gradually lose her objectivity and become more and more human-like.

Ning Que began to feel that this matter gradually became more interesting.

Xiling Temple ruled the world. In order to support the disabled elders in the Zhishou Temple, gold and silver treasures from various countries were continuously sent into the green mountains. The old ways in the caves were even extravagant enough to use the snowfields. The fur of the giant wolf is used as a mattress. Now Xiling Temple is dedicated to Haotian. When Haotian wants to eat, you can imagine how many rare ingredients were sent to Taoshan.

A girl in white took Ning Que into the stove. He had never thought that when there was a kitchen room that could be built even more magnificent than the imperial palace, he had never seen so many rare ingredients, looking at the bear's paws on the wall like a cabbage. Looking at the dry wings that were soaked in the pool like pickles, he couldn't help but shook his head and said, "The temple is going to open a restaurant?"

The little face of the girl in white was a little red. She and her companions lived in the Temple of Light for half a year and enjoyed the infinite glory, but no one dared to talk to them. Although they were pious, they were still age. I was still young, listening to Ning Que's words, almost laughed out: "Bear paws are used to hang soup, and shark fins are used to simmer juice. Today's staple ingredients are in the back, you... go and see for yourself?" /

"Luxury, too luxurious."

Ning Que walked among the rare ingredients, thinking with emotion, there are a lot of foodies in the academy, and the teacher is the number one foodie in the past, I am afraid I have never seen such a battle.

When he came to the stove, he nodded his head in satisfaction, looking at the large iron pan shovel of bright oil and all kinds of spices, and then asked: "What is her favorite dish recently?"

The girl in white seriously thought about it and said: "The owner is not picky about the food, but once we found a cook from Chang'an City to make a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, the owner seemed very happy."

Ning Que understood.

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Today's dinner at the Temple of Light is very simple, very simple, so simple that the faces of the two girls in white clothes who are in charge of setting the table cloth are a little pale, very worried that Sangsang will be unhappy.

Ning Que made a dish of pickled vegetables in vinegar, burned a bowl of radish and stewed pork knuckles, fried a dish of water spinach, and made a bowl of tofu with egg yolk, using the most common ingredients. The girl in white was very worried. Uneasy, suggested that he at least replace the egg yolk with crab yolk, but he refused without hesitation.

The dining table in the Temple of Brightness is also very large, larger than that of ordinary people's Sijin Mansion. The few simple dishes placed on the table seem to be increasingly shabby.

Sangsang sat down at the dining table, Ning Que stood beside her, and gave her a bowl of pig's trotters soup and a bowl of white rice. The two girls in white clothes lowered their heads, nervously unable to tell. Words come.

Looking at the shabby dishes on the table, Sangsang was silent for a while. She didn't say anything or got angry, and took the rice bowl Ning Que handed over and started eating.

She eats fast, as fast as before. The reason she was fast back then was because she had to wipe the table and wash the dishes after eating. Now she is fast because eating is just for her A habit has nothing to do with absorbing energy, let alone a human enjoyment.

It didn't take long for those dishes to be almost eaten. She ate three bowls of white rice, then got up and left. Although she didn't speak, she felt satisfied.

Ning Que looked at the girl in white clothes earlier and smiled, sat at the dining table, pulled the rice bucket, poured the remaining soup on the plate, and ate it sweetly.

She used to eat leftovers, but now it's his turn.

She used to wash the dishes after eating, now it's his turn.

After Ning Que finished washing the dishes, he felt a little backache. He beat his back and walked back to the temple. He found that the sky was dark and wanted to light up the lamp on the stone wall, but found that someone was ready to go to bed.

First make the bed and stack the quilt, then bring in hot water, and repeat the daytime foot washing process.

Sangsang retracted his feet, reached into the bedding, and slowly closed his eyes.

Ning Que washed his feet with the rest of the footwashing water, then poured the footwashing water into the cliff against the wind and snow, rubbed his hands and ran back to the bed, and sat on it.

Sangsang opened his eyes, his expression indifferent but terrifying.

Ning Que explained seriously: "Accordingly, I should warm the bed for you at this time."

Sangsang frowned slightly, a little disgusted and unhappy.

Ning Que seemed to have not seen her reaction, and said with a smile: "You were cold before, and you have never warmed up my bed, but I have a fiery body."

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(There were a lot of typos in the chapter yesterday. When I revised it, I adjusted some of the words and sentences, and found that I still need to revise it. When I write it later, if I have enough time, I will try to do it.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)