Nightfall

Yu Linjun imposed a blockade on Lin 47 Lane, but the Changan people who watched around them gathered more and more, ignoring the slightly cold rain to wet their bodies, people were nervous or uneasy or excited or regretted looking The black-faced man under the wall speculated what happened.

Ning Que stood in the rain with a black umbrella, and looked at Zuo sitting in the rain across the crowd, with a calm expression on his face, very focused and serious, and seemed to want to engrave that face in his mind forever in.

When I met at Minshan seven years ago, this face was so black, why are you so black? It ’s blacker than the bottom of the pot, blacker than Sangsang, darker than the night, but it ’s just seven years later, the little black man has become a black man. This face is still a little strange for a long time, so he should be serious at this last moment. Go see and remember it.

Drow, who closed his eyes forever, was lifted away from Lin 47 Lane by the sergeant Yulin. The crowd of people gathered apart. Ning Que and Sang Sangyi walked back to the shop under the black umbrella. It seemed calm, but Sang Sang could clearly It felt like he had lost his spirit in his eyes, like a body that had lost his soul.

The door of the shop closed, Ning Que sat in the circle chair for a long time, and then whispered: "Eat noodles at night."

"Okay." Sang Sang replied with the fastest speed, threw the book and the powder powder box aside and entered the rear house.

Ate a bowl of noodle soup specially made by Sansang with three fried eggs. Ning Que's emotions seemed to have completely returned to normal, and even put down the tableware and even teased her two sentences, but the laughter was inevitably dry.

When the rain stopped at night, Ning Que walked out of the shop, confirming that no one was peeping in the dark, and slowly walked to the gray wall opposite the shop and squatted down. He raised his arm and wandered the wall slowly, wet and cold. The guy's temperature was gone on the wall. He didn't know what the guy came to do when he was seriously injured and he wanted to tell himself, how long did he stay in the cold rain, what did he think about when he waited ...

Slender fingers touched a brick with a slight stiffness. There was a very light blood mark on the corner of the brick, as well as a very small small nick. If you don't need to touch with your fingers, you can't find it with the naked eye.

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Walking back to the shop, Ning Que handed a few pieces of tissue paper soaked in oil to Sang Sang, instructed her to keep it well, and then very rarely burned her pot and boiled her feet, so she got into the cold with moisture bedding. As before, Sang Sang slept obediently on the other side of the bed, his whole body shrunk like a mouse.

"I only stayed with him for more than ten days seven years ago, and then he was taken away by his master of the dead ghost, but you don't remember those things. He hasn't learned anything with the dead ghost in these years. It ’s still just a spy of the military, and it ’s not good to be mixed up. ”

"In the middle, letters are indeed passed, but after seven years, I met again. I don't know what kind of person he is now. To say how deep the feelings are with him ... It's too hypocritical. To say My relationship with him really used each other, more precisely, I used him to know about Xiahou. "

"But he died like that. It's very troublesome. Only the people in those villages who were slaughtered by me know it now. Of course, I didn't count you in, wouldn't it just fall on my head? But I already have a lot of trouble on my body now, where can I still have the energy to take care of it? "

Sang Sang knew that he just needed to vent or self-convince at this time, and no one needed to talk, so he never spoke, and gradually seemed to be really asleep.

Ning Que was unable to sleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the marks formed by the rain in the corner of the room. He suddenly sat up, wore a single cotton-padded jacket and went to the small courtyard. He pulled out three old knives from the firewood pile and put them in the well. The eaves were rubbed down.

After he finished the knife, he was still not sleepy. He went to the shop and lit the lights, poured water and polished the pen, and pulled a piece of broken paper at will. The ink in the pen was splashed like the heavy rain in the daytime, and he wrote a few lines.

"It's very cool to chase, it's utterly ruined, it's painful and painful, it's painful. It's not a Mercedes-Benz, it's sorrowful, it's painful, it's a pain. It's just like a paper, I don't know what to say ... Xiao Ningzi paused for the first time."

Ning Que had no expression on his face, and his eyes were calm, which formed a sharp contrast with the increasingly miserable handwriting on the paper. Unknown when Sang Sang got up from the bed, the little maid stood beside him in a single dress, silently looked at the words on the words, and then looked up at him with a small face in question.

"These words were written by a predecessor, and I just copied it." Ning Que explained: "That ancestor's grave was dug that year, although he was repaired immediately, but he couldn't rush back to see it, so he wrote with grief and anger. a few words."

Sang Sang nodded, but looking at the confused expression in her eyes, probably still not very clear, Ning Que smiled, did not make more explanations, copy this famous post at least ten times, only tonight, he probably Understand what kind of pain can penetrate the heart and liver, what kind of things can make people feel paperless, and do n’t know what to say ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Note)

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After dawn, the rain stopped.

The sun that had been washed by the spring rain was exceptionally beautiful, and it shone on the quiet lane 47, painting all the building eaves and the gray wall with a layer of beautiful colors. The door of Lao Bi Zhai opened wide, and Ning Que sat in a circle chair and looked at a volume of idle books. Occasionally she was slightly frowned or smiled with the contents of the book, and she picked up a teapot and took a sip of tea.

The seemingly idle book was sandwiched by a piece of paper soaked in oil. The handwriting that would never be wet by rain appeared very clear in the oil paper. He was not reading the book but looking at the paper.

This oiled paper was stuffed into the wall brick before Drow died, and it recorded information such as Liao Liao ’s names, whereabouts and preferences, and Ning Que did not know whether the paper was related to Drow ’s death, but He is at least clear about what he should do if he wants to make Drow worthwhile or happy after death.

The first name on the oil paper is Zhang Yiqi.

Zhang Yiqi was living in the imperial court of the imperial court of the imperial court. He was responsible for picking out bureaucrats and impeachment. When Zhang Yushi was still the bureau to monitor the imperial history, he was responsible for assisting in the trial of Xuanwei General Lin Guangyuan ’s treason and when he was promoted When Shitai was in charge of the book, he was also one of the officials who investigated the case of destroying the village in Yanjing.

Thirteen years has gone from being upright to being down to sixth grade, and it does n’t seem to be an official prosperity, but Ning Que does n’t care about it. He only cares about the person ’s role in those two cases. General Xiahou Being able to kill the enemy by taking advantage of things, and being able to get out of the Tucun case, this person obviously played a role that an imperial history could play.

Then, you die.

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Note: Wang Xizhi's mourning post.

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