Nightfall Chapter 170: Snip candle

He Mingchi walked out of the tea hug and looked at the falling snow. He was slightly surprised. He glanced at the sky, then looked back at the two people upstairs, took out the butter paper umbrella and opened it.

By the window table on the second floor of the tea house, Chen Pippi thought about Ning Que's previous statement that the middle-aged monk died today because of bad luck and bumped into his bad mood. He couldn't help but shook his head, joking. Said: "Could it be that every time you and your couple quarrel in the future, you will need an unknown place to personally kill you?"

Ning Que noticed his words, looked at him and said seriously: "It seems you like my family Sangsang?"

Chen Pipi said: "You go to the wasteland for more than half a year. I occasionally go to Lao Bi Zhai to sit and have a lot of affection for Girl Sangsang. There are many reasons, one of which is that she is now a **** of light. Heir, I am a member of the Taoist school after all, so of course I will lean towards her."

Ning Que said: "If that's the case, then you must help with this."

Chen Pipi said helplessly: "I am really crazy to agree to your request."

"I don’t understand how the middle-aged monk named Dao Shi could find me when he entered Chang’an City, knowing that I would cross that long street. I think about this, some people need to give me a Explain."

Ning Que got up and left the teahouse, Chen Pipi shook his head and followed him.

The two came to the concierge and crossed the dense bamboo sea. Tmall greeted him happily, holding Ning Que’s sleeves and chatting endlessly, excitedly telling him which ones he went to Changan City yesterday At the scenic spots, which dim sum I had eaten, and then the female disciples of Mochiyuan also gathered around, and Ning Que was suddenly surrounded by Yinggeyan dance.

The girls from Dahe Country don’t know the identity of Chen Pipi, but they think they are Ning Que’s friends, so they are naturally very enthusiastic.

Ning Que listened to the girls with great patience and smiled and talked with them.

The female disciples of Mochi Garden scattered before they came to the deep inner courtyard, because they knew that Senior Brother Thirteen was here to find the mountain lord, and they consciously wanted to leave a quiet space for the two of them.

Before they left, they looked at Chen Pipi with weird expressions, thinking that this fat guy didn't know anything about style, and they would follow in at this time.

The concierge has a quiet environment. The dense bamboo forest is a little dim in winter, but it still has enough greenery. Some yellowish bamboo leaves fall on the windowsill.

Mo Shanshan quietly looked at the yellowish bamboo leaves on the window sill, then turned around and hung up his wrist to lift a pen, and wrote on the yellowish paper that the sharpness of the pen is as sharp and delicate as the shape of the bamboo leaves.

Listening to the sound coming from the courtyard gate, she looked up and showed a slightly surprised expression. She didn't expect Ning Que to come over suddenly, let alone the Twelfth Master from the academy.

Looking at the girl in white at the desk by the window, the black hair scattered on the dress, the sparsely shimmering eyelashes, and the beautiful round cheeks, Ning Que suddenly had the urge to turn around and leave. .

Last night, he stopped and watched for a long time outside this small courtyard, watching the silhouette of the **** the window for a long time, and then went to the lakeside to struggle for a long time in pain. Finally, when he made a decision, he thought that since childhood, he was cold-blooded and unfeeling, he had enough mental preparation. However, when he saw the girl next to the desk at this time, he felt that all the things in his heart suddenly became empty and extremely uncomfortable.

This kind of emptiness is a sense of emptiness and powerlessness that I have missed all my life while watching beautiful things, and even when beautiful things come to me, I have to be ruthless and stupidly rejected by myself to make it possible. The strong sense of frustration and guilt that hurt the other party, all of this eventually becomes the word guilty.

Being flustered because of a guilty conscience. As for whether there was any heartache hidden in the deepest part, Ning Que didn't show it at the time, nor did he tell anyone afterwards. He pulled Chen Pipi to his side.

Mo Shanshan got up from the desk, met Chen Pipi, and then looked at Ning Que in doubt.

Ning Que coughed vigorously twice, cleared his somewhat hoarse throat, stretched out his hand to signal Mo Shanshan to sit down, and then squeezed out a smile, saying: "Today we will talk about cross talk for everyone."

Chen Pippi glanced at him nervously and said, "What is cross talk?"

Ning Que said: "Crosstalk, it's a language art, and it's about talking, learning and singing."

Chen Pipi exaggeratedly said: "It turns out that it is."

Although Mo Shanshan has lived by the ink pond for a long time and is ignorant of world affairs, she is the most icy and smart girl in the world. Seeing what the two of them look like at this time, she has guessed something, and her thin eyebrows slightly furrow. , And then changed to calm and quiet, sat down quietly and silently.

In the next period of time, Ning Que talked a lot of cross talk. The thief talked, wrote pairings, met with each other, and ignored some of the scripts in it. Does anyone understand it? Anyway, he pressed I continued to talk about my thoughts. I only heard two storytellings in the alleys of Chang'an City, never heard of cross talk, and never participated in a cross talk show in a certain elementary school. How could Chen Pipi answer the conversation? Yeah.

"Why do I always have to hmmmmmm?"

"Because you are admiring, I am troubled."

"But what you obviously said in the teahouse was three-point teasing, seven-point teasing."

"Hey, isn't this just teasing you."

Mo Shanshan put the delicate writing brush resting by the inkstone on the pen holder, then sat calmly on the chair and looked at the two of them, when Ning Que was halfway through the funny part. Finally, the corners of her lips curled slightly and she laughed.

Chen Pippi has been watching her reaction nervously. After seeing the girl’s smile, her stiff body suddenly relaxed, and she happily said: "She laughed."

Ning Que looked at him seriously and said, "Thank you brother for your help."

Mo Shanshan sitting in the chair suddenly raised his hand, pointed at Chen Pippi and said: "Twelve brothers...you hate your unskilled, so it's not funny."

Chen Pipi wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said embarrassingly: "Just learned, forgive me."

Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que and said, "I prefer what you said alone.

Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que, then turned around without hesitation, leaving the quiet room for the Shuying in the Bamboo Forest at the end of winter and the young couple in the Bamboo Shadow.

After a moment of silence, Ning Que said with a low voice, "Shanshan, what you said at the alley that day was right..."

Before he finished speaking, sweat poured out from his stiff body like a rainstorm, dampening all his clothes from the inside out.

Mo Shanshan looked at the ground in front of him, his sparse eyelashes blinked slightly, listening to his voice, suddenly stood up, and did not let him finish the sentence, and said softly: "Thirteen brothers, please. "

Ning Que was slightly startled.

Mo Shanshan laid out yellow bud paper on the desk, placed the paperweight in the corner, poured water into the inkstone and began to rub the ink, then pointed to the pens on the pen holder and said softly: "You choose one.

Ning Que didn't know what she was going to do, so silently stepped forward and chose the usual wolf hae.

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said seriously: "You promised me on the wasteland to write me a lot of posts."

Ning Que recalled the situation, and after a moment of silence, he said seriously: "You can write as much as you want me to write."

Mo Shanshan’s beautiful face rarely reveals a young girl’s naughty naughty, jokingly: "I want you to write as much as you want? How about writing countless pages?"

Ning Que responded slightly: "Then I can't finish writing."

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said: "So just write to me for a lifetime."

The inner door of the concierge by the bamboo sea has been tightly closed. From daytime to twilight, it has never been opened. Ning Que has been discussing calligraphy with Mo Shanshan and writing posts for her until midnight. At the tip of the candle, the silhouettes on the window became two people, and the two shadows seemed to merge together from the outside.

The lantern jumped slightly, Mo Shanshan picked up the scissors and cut the wick short, then walked back to Ning Que, quietly watching him fly like a pen. She knew he was tired at this time, but she knew him. No need to pity at this time.

After all, it is impossible to write for a lifetime. Without the second candlestick, the door creaked softly. Mo Shanshan sent Ning Que out. Outside the threshold, the two calmly saluted each other, and then cherished each other.

After straightening up, Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que's eyes, and suddenly took a step forward, then leaned forward, pressed his face awkwardly against his chest, and listened quietly.

After a moment of hesitation, Ning Que hugged her in his arms and patted her on the back lightly.

Mo Shanshan leaned quietly in his arms and said: "You still owe me a note."

Walking out of the concierge, Ning Que coughed violently. The cough was very painful. Even if he was covering it with a handkerchief, he couldn't make the coughing sound weaker.

Chen Pipi knew that he was exhausted now, and was seriously injured in the battle in the morning, and had been waiting for him outside the hospital. At this time, watching him cough, he couldn't help sighing and said: "I was seriously injured. , But want to do these convulsive things, isn’t it hurting and hurting, why bother?"

Ning Que smiled, tucked the handkerchief into his sleeve, and said nothing.

Chen Pipi Yuguang saw the blood stains on the handkerchief, and said after a moment of silence: "If you let the bookworm know that you were seriously injured and coughing up blood, would she be more moved?"

Ning Que shook his head and said: "I have made a decision, so I don't need any more touches. It doesn't have any meaning except to make myself happy, and it's even very uncomfortable."

Chen Pippi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go drinking."

Ning Que asked: "When did you fall in love with something in the cup?"

Chen Pipi said: "Second brother inquired that you need to borrow wine to soothe your sorrows at a time like you, so he specifically borrowed two cans of double steam from Professor Huang He, and we went to drink it at this time. ."

Ning Que laughed, thinking that people like Brother Er would also care about these things in his life, and Chen Pipi has been with him all the time, and he can't help but feel warm.

But tonight is alone at this time.

Ning Que rejected Chen Pipi’s suggestion to use wine to pour his sorrows and decided to go home to rest. However, when he walked to the alley of Lin 47 Lane, he suddenly remembered that Sangsang was still in the Bachelor’s House and the old pen was quiet He was like a cemetery, and the bed was cold like a tomb, so he turned and left after a moment of silence.

Not long after, he came to Changan City's time-honored Songhe Tower and asked the other party to prepare himself a table of the most magnificent banquet, because even if he didn't want to get drunk, he wanted to do something meaningless.

(I will rest on Saturday tomorrow. I wish you all a happy weekend. I will start working hard to write more next week. Fortunately, the chapter I wrote about vomiting blood like today’s chapter will never appear again...)