Nightfall

Ning Que woke up and opened his eyes before he could breathe a breath, because there was a sudden pain in his head, and the pain was so confused that he couldn't think of the last picture on Songhe Tower last night, no Know whether the headache is caused by a hangover or something else.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered the tall old man wearing fox fur, remembered the stubby stick that the old man held in his last hand, and understood the reason for his headache. It was anger and shame. He actually dared to slap himself, ashamed of his proselytized disciple as a master, and he would be knocked out by a burly old man in Chang'an City.

Are you still lying on the lù platform of Songhe Tower at this time? Ning Que thought about these issues. In his subconscious mind, he mō and mō. From the hardness and the smell of futon coming from the kang noodles under him, he is lying in Laobi Zhai. So who sent him back? Song Helou's shopkeeper or that nasty old guy?

The familiar smell of the bedding lingered on his nose. It was not a strange smell but a restful body. He and her body. However, he smelled another unfamiliar smell that was very clear in his memories. The smell of beef omelet porridge made him feel at a loss for a moment, as if to return to the past.

Many years ago, he took Sang Sang to Weicheng to join the army. When he passed Tush Town on the road, he met a prairie barbarian cook selling beef porridge in the town. An old man in the town was very particular about hitting an egg in the beef porridge. The freshly rolled beef met with the flowers of the egg syrup that had just fallen off the grass in the morning, and it suddenly turned into a very sweet and delicious food. Even when viewed from a distance, it feels extremely delicious.

Sang Sang was very greedy for the bowl of beef and egg porridge, but rather lacked to save money but did not buy it. The two passed through the town silently. Later in Weicheng, he first robbed the horse thief with the troops and got the first silver money. Sang made the beef egg porridge for four days, and both of them had some disgusting feelings. Then I realized that the beef egg porridge is very good, but the taste is just ordinary, so it has n’t been since. Did it.

Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at the blank paper stuck on the roof, smelled the fragrance of beef egg porridge floating in the door crack, rubbed his painful head and sat up.

He pulled the outer jacket from the kang foot and put it on his body, pushed the door to the patio, and saw that the neat piles of wood under the courtyard wall were less, as if they were stolen by rats at night, there was a gap in the top row .

He looked forward and saw that the vegetables and rice left on the table the day before yesterday and the roast duck were gone. The table was wiped clean and the floor had been washed and there was no dust.

There was a hot mist coming out of the stove. Ning Que walked over and found that the leftovers had been poured into the swill basin. The cold stove for two days re-emerged warm sparks, a few thin Chai was burning quietly inside, and the porridge bowl on the stove was gurgling, spitting mist and aroma.

There was a small bench in front of the stove, Sang Sang was sitting where she was most used to sitting, watching the firewood listening to the sound of porridge, holding the fire, his head slightly drooping, it seemed a little tired and sleepy, and his little black face was flushed by firewood The yellowish hair floating on the forehead was even more fiercely curled by the fire.

Ning Que looked at her thin back, and after a moment of silence, stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

Sang Sang woke up, looked up at him with a small face and asked, "Woke up?"

Ning Que said with a cry, "It seems that you didn't sleep much all night?"

Sang Sang yelled.

Ning Que said: "Then you go to bed first, I'll cook the porridge."

Sang Sang stood up from the small bench in front of the stove, wiped the slightly curled hair in front of the forehead to the back, and suddenly remembered something when he walked to the door of the stove. He turned back and reminded: "Pay attention to the fire, don't be too big."

Ning Que said: "I see."

Sang Sang said, "You don't know how to drink, and drink less in the future."

Ning Que said: "I see."

Then he went to the stove and sat on the small bench. He pulled out the most powerful dry firewood from the eyes of the stove, turned the windshield again, and made the firewood smaller.

At noon, Sang Sang woke up. She took out Mao Zhonghe's toothbrush and washed it briefly. She went into the stove and took a look at the porridge bowl, then walked to the front shop.

On the table in front of the shop, there is a plate of roast duck with peeled skin and bones. There are two plates of green onion and fresh vegetables with garlic and snow. Double chopsticks, two empty bowls.

With the exception of Sang Sang's boiled egg and egg porridge, the other dishes are exactly the same as the day before yesterday. While she was sleeping, Ning Que went to the vegetable farm to buy food and did it again.

Sang Sang looked at the dishes on the table, suddenly looked down at the little shoes outside the skirt, and whispered: "Are you hurt? Have I been injured? I will go back to the bachelor's house."

Ning Que said: "You don't have to go back."

Sang Sang was stunned. After a moment of contemplation, he went to the table and picked up the bowl to pretend to be a bowl of porridge for him.

"Dine." Ning Que clipped a duck into her bowl.

Sang Sang said seriously: "This is a dish, not a meal."

Ning Que said, "It's all the same."

Then the two began to eat quietly in the shop. Occasionally he put her a chopsticks and green vegetables. Occasionally she put the duck skin dipping sauce for him and sent it to the bowl. Then she gave him a second bowl of porridge.

Ning Que suddenly laughed.

Sang Sang also laughed.

A carriage was parked at the entrance of Lin 47 Lane.

Mo Shanshan sat by the window and lifted the curtain to watch Laobi Zhai not far away. Lao Bi Zhai did not close the door, she could clearly see the pictures in the shop, and she could see many details.

Her eyes were still calm, but her eyelashes were shaking slightly.

She has seen the chicken soup post, and it is precisely because of the extension of the note that she gradually imagined the man who wrote the note so much that she had feelings before meeting each other. Starting in the summer, she was very familiar with the name at the front of the signature.

She even knew the importance of that name to him even earlier than Ning Que herself, so she would think in silence many times on the wasteland, so she must see Sang Sang.

On the first day of entering Changyan City, she saw Sang Sang. To her surprise, it was just a very ordinary little girl, and today she saw Sang Sang again.

This time she saw Sang Sang, who was alone with Ning Que.

Looking at Ning Que and Sang Sang at Lao Bi Zhai who had dinner at the table, Mo Shanshan was finally convinced that these two people were already a separate world many years ago. For them, everyone else in the world is outside the world. People, everything is outside the world, it is difficult to leave their shadow in that world.

It's like eyes and eyelashes, except that the eyes can't see the eyelashes and the eyelashes can't pierce the eyes. When the outside world blows a strong wind, the two will notice each other's existence.

"But I am a mountain, not a wind."

Mo Shanshan slowly lowered the curtains, took out a scraped letter and gave it to his side.

Ju Zhihua hesitated and said: "We really left Chang'an City like this?"

Mo Shanshan said calmly: "After all, Mr. Da invited me to come. Later we will go to Nanjiao Academy. After seeing Mr. Da, we will leave."

With a sigh, Huahua no longer persuaded him, and took the letter off the carriage.

After eating, Sang Sang went to do the dishes, and Ning Que sat at the table and opened the letter.

The stationery is familiar with Mo Shanshan's handwriting. The girl's handwriting is not that delicate and delicate, and there is a calm and unresolute decisiveness in the face of the storm.

There are a few paragraphs like this in the letter.

"Perhaps destiny arranged for you to be a separate world many years ago. There is no need for someone to stand outside the door of the wood door and tap, or for someone to disturb under the winter tree outside the courtyard, but I don't believe in destiny."

"Walking along the wasteland, I want to benefit a lot. Chang'an is walking side by side on the winter day, and I am very happy."

"Snow Night Red Wall, you said that you like it, I said that it is not enough, and it turns out that it is not enough, but at least you have said that you like it, I like it very much."

"Chang'an City is far away from the Dahe Kingdom, but it is not as far away as the wasteland. If you really want to come, if you really want to go, you will be very close. You will come to see me in the future, or I will see you, or see you in the mountains and clouds. Are all joys of life. "

"After experiencing a lot of things, rivers and mountains have new ideas in my eyes. When we meet again on that day, the book will definitely be more magnificent than today. I hope you will work harder to make me disappointed."

After reading the letter, Ning Que was silent for a long time, then he walked back to the backyard bedroom, lifted the chuáng board, took out the box below, but found that the silver ticket in the box had returned.

Looking at the thick silver ticket in the box, he couldn't help smiling, realizing that even if he didn't say that before eating, Sang Sang was ready to move back.

He put the box back under the chuáng board, looked at the letter in his hand for a moment, threw it into the wastepaper basket beside the desk, then took the **** umbrella and said to Sang Sang to go to the front shop to wait for her.

Sang Sang started to fetch water after washing the dishes. The water was fetched once in the morning the day before yesterday, and the water tank was basically full. Soon she ended her housework and was used to wiping the sweat beads that did not exist on her forehead. Walking back to the bedroom to start changing clothes, she saw the letter in the trash.

She was silent for a moment, carefully wiped her hands dipped in water on the apron, and walked to the waste basket to pick up the letter, and she did not know how to get another box from that corner of the house. The letter was placed in the deepest part of the box, and then the box was put back into place.

This is Sang Sang ’s little black box ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ there are some things that Ning Que decided to throw away for some reason, but they are very precious to him, such as the mourning of the rainy night Ning after the death of Drow Post.

She knew that this letter was precious to Ning Que, so she kept it well.

Walking out of Lao Bi Zhai, Sang Sang opened a large black umbrella and followed Ning Que to Linxiang 47.

Ning Quezao was used to her spreading chuáng stacks of dishes and umbrellas.

But for a moment, he suddenly took the **** umbrella from Sang Sang.

Sang Sang looked up at him suspiciously.

He smiled and said, "Come on."

Sang Sang narrowed Liu Ye's eyes and nodded with a smile: "Well.

The first spring rain fell in Chang'an City, precious as oil.

The two servants under the umbrella looked at the rain curtain as if they saw the past and the future. ! .