Nightfall Chapter 75: Days in the Temple of Light (Part 2)

Ning Que said it very naturally, especially the hot body at the end, which was a bit like a bad verse written by a young poet, with a straightforward sense of joy.

Sangsang didn't feel happy, and said indifferently, "No."

Ning Que felt that she was being polite, or pretending to be polite, or that he was going to convince himself that she was polite, so he moved unceremoniously on the couch and dropped his hand on the bedding.

Sangsang looked at him, there was no emotion in the bright willow leaves, not even hatred.

Ning Que's face instantly turned pale and he started to cough.

Once the coughing started, it was hard to stop. He coughed heart-piercingly and constricted himself in pain until he coughed up blood and fell on the ground like a red plum.

His chest is as painful as being pierced by a burning knife. He is worried that if he coughs like this, he may die of blood and he may even cough up his heart and liver.

Sangsang has no expression on his face.

Ning Que stood up, left the couch, rubbed his aching chest, picked up the bedding that should belong to him, walked to the dark corner, laid it out, and sighed on it.

This sigh was a little aggrieved.

Thinking that in Minshan, he and Sangsang always slept together. Although there is a bed and a kang in Weicheng, the two people who fall asleep will eventually sleep on the same bed.

This is even more true after going to Chang'an City. No matter Lao Bi Zhai or Yanming Lake, only one bed is warm after all. Now that his status and status are reversed, he has no qualifications to go to bed.

Two girls in white clothes are holding pear-wood poles in their hands and are pulling down the curtains. Watching this scene, listening to Ning Que’s grievances, the girl who spoke to him in the kitchen can’t bear it. I laughed, although there was no laughter, the smiles between the eyebrows that gradually spread began to ripple.

Before the change, Ning Que would definitely tease the girl in white, or play a bit more wronged, but now he has done nothing, because he is worried that this kind of teasing will make Sangsang unhappy, and Her displeasure can easily make this girl in white disappear.

He knew that she could do such a thing, because she was still Haotian, if she could, she would have killed him, since she was willing to kill him, then she was willing to kill anyone.

Ning Que is a very cold-blooded person, but he feels there is no need to die more people, especially in this cold temple of light, what he wants to bring is warmth and nothing else.

Two girls in white clothes went to the side hall to rest. The Temple of Light in the night became extremely quiet. The wind and snow drifted into the temple from the terrace, but the temperature in the temple did not drop.

Ning Que did not fall asleep. Under such circumstances, it is really difficult to fall asleep. He looked at the wind and snow that was getting stronger and stronger in the direction of the terrace, thinking that the snow had fallen for many days, and frowned slightly.

Xiling God Kingdom is known as the place blessed by Haotian. It has four distinct seasons but never harsh. No matter in midsummer or deep winter, there is no heat and cold that humans can't bear. It is much better than Chang'an. However, Xiling this winter is much colder than usual. , It started snowing very early, and it never stopped.

Ning Que has no experience in living in Xiling, but he also understands that this kind of situation is a bit rare. I thought that if the teacher left Sangsang, the Haotian in the world, would Yongye really come?

He sat up slowly, went to the couch and looked at Sangsang.

Sangsang closed his eyes and laid his eyelashes lightly. The length and distance of each eyelash were so precise that they looked like they were drawn, showing an unreal feeling.

Ning Que looked at her quietly for a long time.

He looked at her eyebrows, the indifference between her eyebrows, her eyelashes, the wisdom in her eyelashes, her lips, the redness between her lips, the light hair around her ears, wire.

He didn't know if she was asleep or not, Haotian needed or not to sleep, but he knew that even if she was already asleep, the changes in the surroundings could not escape her perception.

But she did not wake up, still closed her eyes quietly, as if she was doing the sweetest sleep, her face was so ordinary, but she looked like the most noble princess.

For Ning Que, Sangsang's face is very strange now, but looking at it quietly, he feels more and more familiar, as if she has always looked like this over the past few years.

He doesn't understand why this is.

Because she is Haotian, or because she is his wife?

The night sky above the Xiling Temple is covered by snow clouds, and the moon is not visible. The inside of the Guangming Temple is pitch black and very quiet, so you can hear the sound of Xueluo.

His voice is as clean as snow, so soft and fragile.

"If you want to break the fate with me, so you want me to repay the things that I owe you, what about you? Should you return me what belongs to me?"

Sangsang opened her eyes, her slender willow-leaf eyes were extremely bright, she could not see any residual sleepiness, nor did she feel a trace of laziness, because she had not been asleep.

She looked at Ning Que and asked blankly: "For example?"

Ning Que thought for a while, but did not continue, because in his opinion, he should do all those things. As a proud human, how could he be as boring as Haotian?

He looked between his legs and said helplessly: "For example, this? It is really inconvenient to have some things, especially when it is convenient."

Sangsang closed his eyes again and said nothing.

Ning Que said: "I will continue to look at you, so please don't open your eyes suddenly later. Although your current length is more ordinary than before, you suddenly open your eyes, which still looks like a horror movie." /

Sangsang ignored him.

Ning Que also ignored her and ignored herself. He stood by the couch and looked at her quietly for a long time. After standing tired, he moved a jade stool and sat on the couch and kept watching.

I have been seeing the wind and snow fading, and the morning light gradually growing.

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In the 3450th year of Xiling Dazhi, there was a lot of snow in the Kingdom of Xiling, and the peach mountain was covered with silver and frost. The believers who still gathered in the villages and towns were somewhat frozen. Pathetic. No one knows why Xiling, which has always been warm, will usher in such a cold winter. Like Ning Que, the head teacher and others vaguely guessed that it might be related to Yongye, and the gaze at the Temple of Light became more and more in awe.

No one knew what was happening in the Temple of Light. After Ning Que unlocked the You Pavilion and entered the Temple, he never came out again, and no information came out from the temple.

The story that is happening in the Temple of Light, if you think about it carefully, is actually a bit absurd and ridiculous, showing a childish cuteness, of course innocence is often the cruelest thing.

If this is a house wine, Ning Que will of course be a servant. He wakes up every morning and starts sweeping the courtyard. The Temple of Light is so big that he will be exhausted to death if he wants to clean it again.

Then he will prepare breakfast, then wash the dishes and clothes, make Chinese food, wash the dishes and mop the floor, prepare the dinner, then wash the dishes, wash Sangsang's feet, and finally drag his tired body into a deep sleep.

All he ate was leftovers, which was the footwashing water leftover from Sangsang, which was also used to wash his feet. For devout Haotian believers such as the Sect Master, he was probably willing to wash the copper basins. Drinking foot water directly into the stomach, because it has the smell of Haotian, but Ning Que does not have such a perverted belief, and naturally cannot pervert, and in the world he once lived, drinking his wife’s foot bath is right The biggest insult to a man.

In addition to the housework that must be done every day, he also has to serve Sangsang's daily life, including cooking tea and chess, cooking tea, which is easy to say, chess... Chen Pipi has never beaten Sangsang, let alone Ning Que, so playing chess has become his most painful and humiliating thing.

The days were repeated in a simple and boring manner. He was doing all kinds of things tiredly. He fell asleep with his head on the pillow at night, and he didn't have the energy to stand by the couch and watch her all night.

Sangsang doesn't seem to have changed, he is still so indifferent.

Ning Que originally had great hopes for the life in the Temple of Light, and wanted to get along day and night to make her more and more human. Now looking at her with no emotions, hope has long since become disappointment.

One day, he was sweeping snow on the terrace with a bamboo broom. The weather was extremely cold, just like his current mood, and there was no smile on his face now, just like cold mountains.

The bamboo broom was scribbling across the snow, like a brush writing on the rough bud paper, and countless traces of chaos were swept on the terrace, which looked like a cursive script.

The man who picked up the pen and wrote cursive script was a little manic.

At this moment, the wind and snow were furious, and they kept spilling on the cliff. Half of the terrace had just been cleaned, and a layer of snow was instantly re-covered, and the cursive script was destroyed.

Ning Que stopped sweeping the snow, holding the bamboo broom, standing in the wind and snow, looking at the gloomy sky and asked: "When will it be, what do you want to do?"

Sangsang said: "I have washed your feet many times, cooked many meals, dragged the floor many times, and brushed the bowl many times. What you do now is less than one percent of what I do."

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said: "You know it's useless. I do owe you a lot, but you also owe me a lot. There will never be a way to make it clear between us."

After saying this, he turned and looked at the hall and said: "In Minshan, I have carried you many times, I have washed you many diapers, fed you many meals, and I killed you Many people."

Sangsang walked slowly, and said blankly: "This is the common human emotion, pity the young heart."

In the wind and snow, Ning Que's mood was as cold as the wind and snow, and as angry as the wind and snow.

"Where are you when you grow up?"

"When you were sick, I held you in my arms and warmed you with my body. How did you return me? From the academy to Lanke Temple to Chaoyang City, you have always washed your feet. Give me back?"

"I carried you out of Chaoyang City and entered the wasteland. When the whole world wanted to kill you, I kept carrying you on my back. How can you pay me back?"

Sangsang walked to the fence and looked at the world with his hands in the wind and snow. In the snow flakes outside the cliff, many pictures appeared. These pictures were a little fuzzy, but they were so clear.

It was the rain after the heavy drought in Hebei Province. It was the cub struggling in the Minshan trap. It was the young man happily cutting the head of a horse thief by the shore of Subbi Lake. It was carrying a wine jug and burning it. The little maid walking with the chicken staggering, that is the fried egg noodles in Laobi Zhai, that is the Chaoyang in Chaoyang City.

——Under the morning sun, he kept running with her on his back, and kept waving the knife, she was weak but happily leaning on his shoulder, holding the **** umbrella tightly in her hand.

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(Departing home on the 31st and arriving home on the 1st, because the evening is the awards of the book review contest. Of course, the most important thing is that I want my wife.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better Update faster!)