Nightfall Chapter 120: idiot

Anger comes from different, different standpoints, different names, different nature of life, bean curd is salty or sweet, zongzi meat or vegetarian, and life or death.

"Because of the different choices, I thought of killing people? You know I am cold-blooded. Killing the Tang people will make me angry and heartache, but it won't make me change my mind."

Ning Que looked at the vegetable market that had become a sea of ​​blood, looked at the broken limbs around the vegetable stall, and said: "You are chosen by humans. Without humans, you would not appear. You cannot treat them like this."

Sangsang frowned and said: "It is indeed a human choice to wake up. Is it because of this that I will be determined by humans? Can parents decide the life and death of their children?"

Ning Que said: "No one wants you to die."

She said calmly and firmly: "I was born in the world back then, and the housewife ordered the housekeeper to secretly send me out of the house to drown me in the cesspool. It was also the same day, in the wood house, another housekeeper held it. The hatchet was forced to you. My life and death were almost determined by others, and your life and death were almost determined by others. In the end, you took the hatchet, and after I survived, I don't want to be determined by others. "

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, life and death can only be decided by himself. "

Sangsang said: "I live, but I don't want to die."

The anger in Ning Que's heart gradually turned into panic. He didn't know how to persuade her to calm down. Her slightly trembling hands could kill people, and she could kill even if she thought.

He walked through the sea of ​​blood, came to her, reached out to hold her hand, gently pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, and said sadly in her ear: "I don't want you to die either. ."

Sangsang's body was a little stiff, and then gradually softened, leaning awkwardly on his shoulders, looking a little uncoordinated because of his height.

"I would rather die by myself than you would."

The two stood in a tight embrace between the sea of ​​blood and the broken corpse, their expressions were calm and even a little sacred, countless extremely faint light spots fluttered from them like stars, floating in all directions.

The light spot fell, and some sticky blood stains on the surface of the vegetable field gradually faded, until it faded to invisible, and the corpse in the blood water disappeared, as if it had been divinely purified.

The pungent **** smell is no longer in the vegetable market, only the smell of chicken shit, the earthy smell of river fish, the touching smell of onions, and the peculiar smell of green vegetables.

There is still dew on the green vegetables, which is crystal clear, and the green color of the vegetables is very attractive. The newly unearthed young shoots are arranged neatly, and they also carry mud. It is not dirty but beautiful.

There are shouts and bargaining sounds in the vegetable market, mothers hitting children, puppies fighting for bones, wild cats are frightened, snapping, barking, meowing, and a mess.

"Just the water onion, is it not expensive for you to pay two pennies?"

Ning Que opened his eyes and watched the auntie who sells vegetables stretched out a handful of tender green onions in front of him, with a proud expression on his face, as if you would be embarrassed not to buy it?

He smiled and shook his head, patted Sangsang in his arms to wake her up, and then took her by the hand and walked out of the food market. He didn't have the rice in his hand, but he was not worried about returning to the small courtyard. There is nothing to eat.

As long as there is love, drink enough water.

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Sangsang did not leave. She and Ning Que continued to live their ordinary lives in Chaoyang City, avoiding the wind and rain outside, walking between the small courtyard and the vegetable market, and walking by the stream.

Ning Que is responsible for cooking, and Sangsang is responsible for eating. Occasionally in a good mood, she will cook by herself and make a bowl of omelet noodles for Ning Que. In that bowl of clear soup and omelet noodles, there are still only four peppers and thirty. chopped green onion.

If you want to avoid boredom and boredom, you must think of ways to find fresh interest, see unseen scenery, or revisit the past from time to time.

Ning Que is very clever, relying on the taste in his memory, he succeeded in self-learning hot and sour noodle soup. According to Sangsang's facial feedback, the taste is at least 70% of that of Lin 47 Lane.

He buried two cans of rice wine under the tree in the yard and made kimchi in the stove. The inside was stuffed with soy beans, tender **** and green and red chili peppers. Everyone would drool when he opened the lid. Sangsang is very satisfied with the kimchi he made, but for some reason, she still likes to eat the simplest pickled green cabbage with vinegar.

They often go out of the hospital for walks, watch the sunset on the lake, listen to the bells in the temple, and walk around Chaoyang City, as if they have become lazy like this lazy city.

When the spring rain was like smoke, they walked through the legendary 72 temples. When the autumn was high and fresh, they went to some big cities in the Moon Country. When the cold and snow were flying, they went to the north, in Xueyonglan. In Guan's killing scenery, I watched all night, and when doing these things, they always held hands.

It may be because the walking time was a bit long, and Sangsang was a little tired, so she went to sleep when she returned to the small courtyard. From that day on, she became a little lethargic and the sleep time was getting longer and longer.

While she was sleeping, Ning Que was lying next to her reading a book. When she heard the scroll in her hand, one hand reached into the bed to hold her hand, sometimes after turning the page, she forgot to stretch her hand back. The sleeping Sangsang would subconsciously stretch out his hand, put his hand back under the bed, and hug his chest tightly and refuse to let go.

One day in the autumn, the city of Chaoyang was talking about the release of the monks from the Baita Temple. Ning Que heard that after barrels of loach and various fish were thrown into the lake, a very funny and **** scene would appear, which was very interesting. , Planning to take Sangsang to see, she was a little tired and didn't want to be discharged, so she went by herself.

The release is indeed very lively. The cannibalism of the loach and ricefish and various fishes is indeed very bloody. The things that the eminent monks have done are indeed very funny. After reading it, Ning Que was about to go home and suddenly gave birth to a kind. Weird feeling, looking at the lake and the White Tower on the other side of the lake, I always feel that there is something missing here.

The darkened believers and tourists gradually dispersed, the twilight gradually thickened, and the White Pagoda Temple became quieter. He stood on the shore and watched the lake tower silently, the feeling that was always lingering.

At this moment, the bell for evening classes rang in the temple.

The bell sounded in his heart at the same time.

Buddha bells can purify the mind and help believers to meditate. There are lotus-born fragments of consciousness in the depths of Ningque's sea of ​​consciousness, which makes the natural sense clearer, and subconsciously walks to the depths of the temple.

Following the sound of the bell, he came to the main hall of the White Pagoda Temple. There were hundreds of monks in the threshold chanting prayerfully. With the sound of the scriptures, the Buddha statue in the hall seemed more compassionate.

The Buddha is watching him quietly.

The sound of the scriptures in your ears is the sound of Buddha, which is extremely beautiful.

Ning Que stood outside the threshold and became obsessed with it.

In the small courtyard, Sangsang woke up.

The black crow on the branch made a strange cry and fluttered.

Her eyes followed the black crow and fell to the sky.

She thinks the sky is a bit familiar, very beautiful.

She watched for a long time, and her expression grew mad.

Infatuation comes from love.

There is no wise man in love.

I don't know why.

I'm foolish.

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(Today is said to be a super moon. Master’s condition must be very good, but my condition is very bad. It’s not that I was tired of writing the five chapters yesterday, but that I mustered up the courage to eat a fish hot pot tonight, a bit worried I'm uneasy, I always feel that some joints are aching. Of course I know it's fake. I'm not a stupid person like Ning Que and Sangsang. It's just that I'm timid. And with the two thousand words today, it just means greed, hatred and ignorance. After writing, it feels like completing a particularly difficult task. I relax at once and it is difficult to regain my energy. Today is two thousand words. I will write it slowly. I don’t know if I can write it out. The time is determined in advance. Even if it is written out, it will be sent tomorrow. Do you think it is possible for me to save the manuscript? It seems difficult.

It will inevitably continue to break out tomorrow. I am now deeply in love with the rhythm of 15-15. Maybe it is because of the reason why I said too much in my childhood? But ten things like this are definitely not going to be done. There will be five chapters update tomorrow. It falls on Monday and I am very sincere to ask for a recommendation ticket. Yun Yun asked me to open a single chapter to canvass for votes. I thought about it. It's easy to endure for dozens of days, although the endurance is really painful, then endure it again? Maybe you can't help it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Thank you for your support, thank you for being still full of energy and good quality articles. Please vote for recommendations. Thank you very much. ) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)