Nightfall

> .. The conversation in the carriage, Mo Shanshan has been softly, listening to Sang Sang ’s last words, and without thinking about it, he yelled again, and then found something wrong, so he yelled again, and the end was gently raised There are doubts and consternations, and there are complex emotions that are difficult to accurately convey only by the fluctuation of the tone. ..

If this conversation happened between other women in the world, it might be considered to be full of tense tensions and melancholy irony, but Mo Shanshan knows Sang Sang very well, so she understands that Sang Sang has no meaning to show off, Instead, he is telling the truth seriously.

She knew from Ning Que that Sang Sang was seriously ill and that the reason for coming to the Kesi Temple was to cure the disease. Although Master Qishan may have a way, even the Master can't cure Sang Sang's disease. Even if there is hope, it is so slim. Thinking of the last two sentences Sang Sang said, she was a little sad.

It was almost noon, and the black carriage stopped by a Zen monastery on the mountainside. After a short rest, the sea monks rushed up from the rear, arranged for the monks to prepare lunch, and welcomed Ning Que and others into a secluded small courtyard.

Sang Sang spent a lot of time on the chess game, and his body was still weak. After eating a few bites of vegetarian dishes, he was a little tired. Rather than carrying her into the inner room, she spread out the clean bedding on the bed and covered her, then Tucked the corners carefully, and confirmed that there was no trace of autumn wind that could sneak into it, before she felt relieved.

"I said that you shouldn't take care of the remnants of the game, you don't listen."

Ning Que looked at her haggard face and said a little anxiously.

Sang Sang whispered: "But I really find it interesting to play chess. I heard that after I won earlier, many people admire me. Are you not happy?"

Ning Que thought about it and said, "It is indeed very happy, and very proud."

Sang Sang smiled contentedly.

Ning Que extended her hand to cover her eyes and let her sleep.

Sang Sang refused to close his eyes and blinked his eyelashes, making Ning Que's palm a little itchy.

"Ning Que."

Sang Sang's voice came through his fingers.

Ning Que looked slightly different and said, "Zai Li."

Sang Sang said: "You are mine."

Ning Que laughed and said, "I am yours. Yours is yours, and yours are yours."

Sang Sang said after a moment of silence: "Am I not a good person?"

"None of the bright daughters is a good person, who is a good person?"

"Am I really a daughter of light? I killed someone so young."

"When did you kill someone?"

"Isn't Grandpa killed me?"

"You just poured a bucket of boiling water, I cut the knife."

"Then I am your accomplice."

"What the **** are you thinking?"

Ning Que was annoyed and said: "From small to large, I tried my best not to let your hands get bloodied, but now the result is good. Do you have to work hard to prove that you have been bloodied, are you proud?

Sang Sang turned back to him and said, "I'm not proud. I just think I'm really not the kind of person many people imagine."

Previously along the way. Although Sang Sang and Shan Shan and the carriage spoke very quietly, Ning Que heard all of them, so he guessed what Sang Sang wanted to say at this time. He still didn't want to listen.

However, as before, what he didn't want to do, as long as Sang Sang wanted to do it. That would definitely be done, just as he does n’t want to hear it now, but Sang Sang said to himself.

"Buying Yanminghu ’s house runs out of silver and owes more than seven hundred and two silvers to Qi Siye. If the dividends from the gambling house can be raised after winter, then I can pay it off next year, but I I always feel that it is not good to owe people money, so I wonder if Lao Bi Zhai can rent them out. "

"The emperor's grandfather and those sent by the empress have collected books. I placed the book at the bottom of the winter clothes box in the west wing room. Her royal highness sent 160 trees. I have inquired that there are many rich people over Xishan, I like these trees very much. If you want to sell them, you have to sell 500 or two silver up. "

"Aunt Wu borrowed 14 or two silvers last time and I haven't paid it back yet. I also know that boss Wu borrowed a lump sum of money from you last time. How much did you know? In addition, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are not valuable things. No matter, lest you say I stole the door again, but you have to remember. In the wall brick behind the Laibizhai patio firewood pile, I hid a gold brick there ... "

Sang Sang looked at the wall. I did n’t dare to turn around, and said slightly: “You did n’t want to marry me when I was young, and the newly-wife-in-law would not keep me at home, so I kept secretly saving money in my private house, thinking that I was going to get married. Some dowries don't have to worry, they still exist after Changan. "

Ning Que was stunned and thought that the two of us had lived carefully enough in this life. You could still save private house money. You could n’t help but admire it and said with a smile: "I think your majesty should really invite you to be the householder. Shang Shu. "

Sang Sang ignored his quips and said seriously: "I have saved more than 2,100 private houses now. They are all put in Aunt Jian. I know you have never liked selling words. When you entered Chang'an City, It ’s still my compulsion to use my private house money if I really have money in the future. "

These words sounded like the last words before the head of the house, Ning Que was arrogant and funny, but he really didn't care about such things as Geely, and asked, "What about the gold brick?"

Sang Sang turned around and looked at him seriously and said, "I left that gold brick to my parents."

Ning Que recalled her confession and asked, "Are you leaving me nothing but silver?"

"Shoes and socks have been made for many years, anyway, my female red is not good, you will wear it."

Sang Sang suddenly remembered something and whispered, "There is a small black box under the old pen bed, don't forget it."

Ning Que learned that Sang Sang had a small black box last year.

The little black box contains some things that were decided to be thrown away for some reason, but in fact are very precious to him, such as the funeral posts he had copied on the rainy night after the death of little black son.

He nodded and said, "I know."

Sang Sang shook his head and said: "You don't know, the letter sent to you by the bookworm girl, you threw it after you read it, and then all of them were collected by me. There are now more than a dozen."

Ning Que said after a moment of silence: "Trust this kind of thing, just read it once, who will always come out and see it."

Sang Sang suddenly smiled and said: "I originally thought that when we are all old, lying on the bamboo chair of Lao Bi Zhai and basking in the sun, I will take out the little black box and let you Read the letters again. I think that will make you very happy. Unfortunately, it seems that I may not be able to grow old with you. "

"I don't know where to learn these sour words."

Ning Que reached into the bedding, held her cool little hand, and said with a smile: "That's the scene in the fantasy of a demented literary lady. You are still so young, it shouldn't be so bad."

"I haven't taken a bath in a few days. Is it sour and smelly?"

Sang Sang said: "Master, I may really be dying, there is no way to tell you this when I am old, so I am anxious to tell you at this time, don't bother me."

Ning Que smiled and asked, "Don't bother, I just care about your last words?"

Sang Sang happily said, "It's almost over."

Ning Que said: "Look at you still playing chess and talking nonsense. Where does it look like you are dying? Besides, today you can see Master Qishan. Master said that he can cure, then he must be able to cure.

Sang Sang opened his eyes wide and insisted, "What if it happens? What will I do if I can't say it?"

Ning Que said: "Well, if you want to say it, you will say it every year."

Sang Sang was amused by him, and then began to cough. His thin body shivered gently, his brow furrowed, his face pale, and he looked very painful.

Ning Que left the index finger of her left hand slightly flicked, a thin piece of rune paper floated into the air of the Zen room, and began to burn silently, turning into a warm fire ball, suspended in motion, just like a small sun.

Then he took Sang Sang into his arms and gently patted her on the back.

Sang Sang coughed in pain, soothing after a while.

She closed her eyes and said in a weak voice: "I am not a good person, and I was born unsightly. I will do nothing but housework. As a result, I have been married to you, and many people will feel that you have suffered a loss."

Ning Que said: "It sounds like a loss."

Sang Zhanzhan smiled and said, "If you lose, you will lose a little, who let you pick me up."

Ning Que also laughed and said, "It blames me for my ears being too sharp."

Sang Sang opened his eyes slowly, looked at him and said seriously: "Ning Que, the first person I saw when I opened my eyes was you, so when I close my eyes, I have to watch you die."

Ning Que confirmed it again: "Is it looking at me and then dying, or watching me dying? The previous statement is quite sad, the latter statement is too cruel, you just want me to die before you what?"

Sang Sang laughed out loud and said, "You know what I'm talking about. When I die, you will marry her again, or marry anyone else with you."

Ning Que shook his head and said, "If you die, I really don't want to live."

Sang Sang said: "I still said that I was sour. Seeing you as a lifeless, this is only what women can say."

Ning Que said: "I am a woman."

Sang Sang said with a smile: "Then I will be a man."

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Sang Sang fell asleep ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Que walked out of the zen room and stood in the courtyard against the autumn tree outside the wall for a long time.

He remembered a lot of things, the things of the year and the things now, and then he remembered the residual game.

Many years ago, he knew that Sang Sang had the computing power that made people hard to think of you. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a heavenly calculation. Since he was young, he hunted in Minshan and cut wood in Weicheng. This ability of Sang Sang gave him a lot Help, but in addition to this battle between life and death, he seems to selectively forget all the talents in Sang Sang.

Because he was used to standing in front of Sang Sang, sheltering her from the wind and rain. Only this time, can he shield her from the storm?

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(The title is based on the tone that Su San said. Writing this kind of plot is really asking for bitter taste. Just like the second chapter of yesterday, this consumes a lot of energy, but I like to find bitter taste like this. A thrill, today ’s second chapter comes out before 10:30, and today there are four chapters in total.) To be continued