Nightfall

> .. A black carriage was slowly driving deep in Washan. (I want a novel)

The mountain road paved by bluestone is very gentle, but the road mud between the bluestones has been washed away by years of wind and rain, and gradually formed stone joints with a width of several fingers. Although the carriage is light as feathers, the wheels made of stainless steel are rolled from these stone joints. Overwhelmingly, there will inevitably be some bumps, and people in the car will naturally find it difficult to fall asleep.

Sang Sang reclined on the cotton mattress next to the car window, his eyelashes were lightly covered, he was obviously weak in illness, but there were two blushes on his pale cheeks, and a small sweat bead on the tip of his nose, it seemed that there was some excitement remaining.

Mo Shanshan sat on the opposite soft slump and looked at her quietly. His sparse and long eyelashes flickered slightly, his eyes were bright, he was a little curious, and there was a sense of admiration faintly.

Sang Sang was stared by her nervously and said softly, "Can you not look at me like this."

Mo Shanshan woke up and said calmly: "The previous game is over. By Huyuejian, I do n’t know how many people want to see you. Their eyes are much hotter than mine, but the carriage wall is too thick. , Otherwise I ’m just afraid that my eyes will be burned out, and you will always get used to this vision in the future. "

Sang Sang opened her eyes, looked at her curiously and asked, "A lot of people did ... just look at me?"

Mo Shanshan nodded.

"Few people look at me with this kind of vision, um, never before."

Sang Sang whispered, and then did not know what she remembered. Looking out of the car window, the autumn wind fluttered the green curtain, letting the scenery of Washan enter the car, which brought a little clearness and confusion.

"I am not good-looking when I am young. Ning Que said that in the first two years after picking me, whether I drink broth or rice soup, I always don't grow up. It is like a little mouse in his arms."

She looked at the mountain view outside the car window and said stupefiedly: "Although he was fed by him later, he still couldn't get a good look. The skinny, small, black and black, even the hair is not good, the soft, lingering and yellowing . It looks like the autumn cabbage is not picked in the ground, even if it is the new year to wear new clothes, there is no spirit to look at it. "

"Ning Que once laughed at me, no matter whether it was thrown in the vegetable field or in the coal kiln, no one could find me in the storage. He was indeed right. I have always been the most humble little maid."

Sang Sang said: "When I was a kid, I dragged a 17-pound leg of lamb and walked home from the Weicheng butcher shop. No one wanted to help me. It's not that people in Weicheng are not enthusiastic, but they really I did n’t see me. It was the same when I was in Chang’an City. I lived in Laobi for two years, and I went to buy it almost every morning, but the uncle who sells hot and sour noodle soup at the entrance of Lane 47. Sometimes I will forget who I am. "

She turned around and looked at Mo Shanshan and smiled, the smile was very real. The two white front teeth seemed to light up the dark carriage, saying, "Ning Que is better than me, and her mouth is sweeter than me." , So it ’s easy to please people, whether it ’s Wei Ma ’s General Ma, or Aunt Jian and Confucius. ”

Then she continued: "When I was with him. People would only look at him, but this is actually quite good. I am used to standing behind him. Anyway, I don't like being stared at by others."

Mo Shanshan looked calmly and naturally about these old girls, and found that he couldn't calm down and didn't know what to say, so he kept silent.

She remembered when she left Chang'an City. Once in the carriage at the entrance of Lin 47 Lane, looking far to Lao Bi Zhai, Ning Que and Sang Sang had dinner at the table, and they rarely talked, but they raised their hands with one go. Even in a pair of eyes, there is a natural harmony between the two masters and servants.

Mo Shanshan thought with emotion. Even if you are the humblest maid in the world, even if no one will notice you, but you and Ning Que only have each other's eyes, then at least he will always look at you.

"At least in Ning Que's eyes, you are beautiful, Sang Sang."

She said.

"I know what you mean, but I really hope that I can be really beautiful, so after arriving in Chang'an City, even if I haven't earned any money, I will go to Chen Jinji to buy fat powder."

Sang Sang smiled embarrassedly and turned to look out the window.

At this time, there are countless colors in Washan. Because of the warm and humid sea breeze, the trees are still lush and green, and the color of the leaves changes as the temperature rises. , Yellow like tender chrysanthemum red like rouge, layer upon layer, looks beautiful.

"When I was in Minshan when I was a kid, I liked watching autumn trees. Like the trees outside the window now, I think they are beautiful, but Ning Que doesn't like it. He always said that when the leaves are yellow, it is autumn. The beasts in the mountains will die before hibernation, and hunting will become more and more difficult. He also said that even if these yellow and red leaves are beautiful, they can only be beautiful for a short time, they will be blown down and become useless. Mud. "

After finishing this sentence, Sang Sang looked at the mountain scenery outside the car window, and remained silent for a long time, until his small face was a little bit of pain caused by the mountain wind, and his eyebrows became firm with a little frown. Do you like Master? "

Just now she has been talking about Ning Que, and then she became a young master.

"Ok?"

Mo Shanshan confirmed that he had heard correctly and looked at her staring blankly, not knowing what to say.

She knew that Ning Que and Sang Sang had been engaged. Suddenly, Sang Sang asked this sentence, and she was in a state of confusion. She lowered her head subconsciously and looked at the tip of the shoe that was not covered by the white cotton skirt.

The shoes are ordinary shoes, and no matter how long they look, it is impossible to see the flowers.

The hair trembles in front of her eyes, her eyes are a little loose, her thin and red lips are getting tighter and tighter, she is a little inexplicably nervous, but she is Shujing but a sincere bookworm, especially not wanting to be in Sang Sang concealed something in front of her, and concealing itself was meaningless, so she gave a soft hum.

Sang Sang heard the voice behind him.

But she didn't look back, just smiled at Qiushan, and revealed two white front teeth.

In the past few years, Sang Sang feels that he is not good-looking. Although his teeth are neat ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, but the two front teeth are really conspicuous, so he is not willing to laugh like the other Tang girls.

Even if she laughs, she often just smiles with her head down slightly, or smiles as if she had cheated on the orange ticket, or smiles silly when her feet were comforted by Ning Quean. But I don't know why recently. She often smiles and smiles. Two white front teeth make her as cute as a bunny.

She looked at a tree full of red leaves on the road, like a burning tree, and said, "But it won't work now."

Mo Shanshan quietly looked at her thin back and smiled a moment later: "Well."

The black carriage was driving between the Washan mountain roads, and a red leaf fell from the branches, fell on the roof, and then was shocked into the grass beside the road. It was not crushed into mud, but it will eventually become mud.

The autumn wind blew, and the smile on Sang Sang's face gradually disappeared.

Thinking of the previous red leaf, she said seriously: "Wait after I die."

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... to be continued ...