Nightfall

There is no good news in the South, only bad news. After a period of time, a list is sent back to the tribe from the battlefield. Each name on the list represents a dead barbarian warrior.

The character of the barren is simple and firm, and is very close to the Tang people. No matter what kind of dilemma it faces, it can be silent, but it will not be depressed. Even if the situation is harsh, women occasionally humming songs when they are washing and hunting.

As time went by, the fighting in the South became more and more cruel. The frequency of sending back the list was slower and slower, but the length was longer and longer. The old and weak women and children who stayed in the tribe no longer have the mood to sing. The whole wilderness It became more and more quiet, and the atmosphere became more and more depressed. Every night, we could hear the faint crying-no matter how strong the barren woman sees his son's name on the list, he can't resist the sorrow.

One day, the barren woman who took care of Ning Que and Sang Sang finally saw the name of her son on the list. She began to cry, and the neighboring women gathered around to comfort her.

Ning Que put down the heavy curtain of the tent and walked back to the bed to continue feeding Sang Sang. Sang Sang stopped after two sips, looked up at him and said, "What is the point of hiding here? I am going to die after all."

"Without guilt, the deserted people, like us, are not tolerated. Even if they do not take us in, the Xiling Temple and the Central Plains countries will not allow them to continue to live." Ning Que said.

Sang Sang shook his head gently and said, "But if we don't come, they won't die so fast."

After saying this, she spread her palms and watched the black **** in her palm start to be in a daze. This **** was the only one she landed on the last game of Lanke Temple.

There are more and more people dead in the tribe, her illness is getting worse, the tent is getting colder, and everything is covered with a shallow layer of frost. Only the black **** in her hand is still warm.

Ning Que held her in her arms and said, "Don't worry. Even if the barren can't stand it, we can go to the north, we can go to see the scenery of Atami. Brother said that although the sea is frozen, but if I can break the ice and find a few peony fish. Old cattle love it very much and the taste should be good. "

Sang Sang said: "You know I am not worried about these."

Ning Que is silent.

Sang Sang whispered: "Escape from Lanke Temple to Xuankong Temple, from the wasteland to Chaoyang City, then to the wasteland, and finally to here, I am really tired of escaping ..."

Ning Que wanted to say something and was stopped by her.

Sang Sang said: "In Chaoyang City, you said something to me. You said that the future is very similar to death. If it is doomed, then the trouble is meaningless. If it can be changed, then we don't have to worry about it. Only It takes effort to change. "

Ning Que said: "This is what the teacher said."

Sang Sang said: "The world is big. But there is really no place where I can live, we all know. The ending can't be changed, so why do we still worry? Death means there is no future, when it can't be changed, Should n’t we try to learn to accept it. "

Ning Que said with a smile: "This sentence is very good."

Sang Sang bowed his head slightly.

Ning Que said: "I didn't expect that my family Sang Sang is very much like a lady."

Sang Sang said: "I am a little maid."

Ning Que said: "Not to mention that Zeng Jing's biological father is your biological father, only that you are the elder lady of the Pluto family, who else in the world can be more noble than you."

Sang Sang did not continue with Ning Que's jokes, because she knew that he wanted to digress, saying, "I don't want to keep hiding."

Ning Que was silent for a long time and asked: "Why? Feeling uncomfortable? Or do you feel like hiding and hiding like a mouse crossing the street? I told you when I was a kid, as long as I can live, no matter if everyone calls The cross-street rat, or the viper that everyone fears, should do it. "

Sang Sang said: "I know it is impossible for me to live for a long time. If so, why should I be a rat or a viper? If it is a conscience, then it is."

"Maybe we are destined to live so hard."

"What is destiny?"

"Opportunity?"

"The teacher said, I am his chance, so what is my chance?"

"Of course your chance is me."

"Don't tell jokes. I don't know why, I always think I should go to the south at this time."

"Go to the south will die."

"You will die if you don't go."

"It makes sense."

Ning Que is actually very clear that if Sang Sang appeared on the battlefield of the Southern Wasteland at this time, the most likely thing to happen is not necessarily death, but it is probably more terrible than death.

He said: "It is said to live lively and die alone. If you really want to die, there should indeed be a lively and lively ritual, and if you go to the dead, you may still find a chance to live."

Sang Sang smiled happily when he saw his agreement.

Although I do n’t know the specific situation on the battlefield in the South, from the atmosphere of the barren tribe, I can clearly feel that the situation facing the barren is getting more and more serious. Even the women in the tribe are already preparing to prepare leather armor weapons. , May come to the frontline to join the battle at any time.

According to Ning Que ’s most previous plan, he used the barren tribe to block the Central Plains Allied Forces for a period of time to see if Sang Sang ’s condition could get better. Then he took Sang Sang to the extreme north cold region, even if he went to the shore of Atami to become a wild man It cannot be caught by the strong men of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. However, instead of getting better, Sang Sang's condition has become more and more serious, especially when Sang Sang is unwilling to continue to escape, then everything will rest.

After making a decision, I do n’t know if the spirit finally has a place to rest. Sang Sang ’s spirit has become a little better, and he no longer always wants to sleep like the previous days, the colder the body becomes The heavier she came, she had some appetite, and most of the bowl of porridge was eaten before she let go.

Ning Que burned a large pot of hot water and bathed her. Sang Sang was sitting in the big pot, the cold on his body overflowed, the wood under the pot continued to burn, and the fire symbol was added to ensure that the flame did not go out.

"It makes people look at it, and I definitely thought I was going to stew you to eat it."

Ning Que rubbed her hair and said with a smile.

Sang Sang smiled a little sternly and said, "It smells bad."

Ning Que said: "My house is the sweetest and most delicious."

Sang Sang said: "Then I didn't see you really ate me."

Ning Que said with a smile: "Whoever makes you never disappointed. Has been sick."

Sang Sang raised his head. With wide eyes, he looked at him seriously and said, "If you don't eat it, you won't be able to eat it."

Ning Que pressed her head and said, "You don't know that I don't like meat."

Sang Sang complained: "I was in Weicheng when I was a kid. All the meat was for you to eat. In Chang'an City, you like to get tired of Shuizhuer's sister. Where can you see that you don't like it?"

Ning Que was speechless and had no choice but to pick up her towel and hug her to the bed, and then carefully dry the water that had condensed on her body, and then took out the fat powder of Chen Jinji ’s family and put it on her face. Apply evenly.

Sang Sang looked at his little white face in the mirror and sighed: "I used to think that I was born black, but later became more and more white when I was sick, and now it is black again. There is no fixed number of black and white, which is really troublesome."

Ning Que finished wiping her powder and began to paint her eyebrows again. Randomly said: "My family Sang Sang. Black if you want black, white if you want white. It's really a beautiful little girl with strong makeup and light makeup."

Sang Sang said: "Ning Que, your face is getting thicker and thicker, and such a big lie is spread, and the expression is unchanged."

Ning Que looked down at the small, clean face in front of her and looked at her ink-like eyebrows and short grass-like hair. She bowed her head to kiss her forehead and kissed her cool lips again. Mouth, said: "You are beautiful."

Sang Sang was a little embarrassed, but he looked at him bravely and returned to kiss him.

Ning Que smiled, put on her underwear, put on a fire symbol, put on a few thick cotton-lined fur suits, whistle to the outside of the tent, and then looked at her quietly and asked: " Leave now? "

Sang Sang nodded and said, "Let's go."

Ning Que said: "Then go."

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Just leave, no reason is needed, just stop. Ning Que and Sang Sang rejected the fierce retention and even obstruction of the barren tribe, and drove south in a black carriage.

——After a lot of hard work, they suddenly went away. It was like they were waiting for the master and brother in Chaoyang City for a whole winter, and then they broke up when they met.

This behavior seems ridiculous, almost childlike, but in fact it is a helpless choice under absolute predicament. Chic is false and chic, and there is extremely cold despair in the background. There is no place for the world to be big, and there is no direction to escape. If there is no end, then there is no point.

Sang Sang, who was seriously ill, did not want to escape anymore, so Ning Que did not escape anymore, so they carried a chill to the battlefield in the south, and it was at the moment when he decided not to escape, he and She only regained some meaning called freedom during these only time in the world.

These days of fleeing are forced, and leaving is also forced. Between the war of light and darkness, everything they do is forced to cope with it. Only when they die peacefully at this time is it their initiative to do it. The choices made, because only truly represent eternal death, are higher than light and darkness.

Sang Sang has seen her own ending ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ knowing that she can't get rid of it, so she is very calm, Ning Que wants to understand these things, see through the truth, or that he has no idea about Sang Sang's disease Hope, so he no longer fears sorrow and starts to calm down.

The **** horse couldn't calm down, stepped on the grass, sniffed the smell of wildflowers, its hips were covered with thick animal skin pads, and it couldn't stop the cold air in the carriage. The legs were already frozen and lost consciousness, it was very It was panic.

The black carriage left the barren tribe, and the thick dark clouds in the sky gradually moved, covering the wilderness of the deep spring, making the grass on the field darkened.

More than ten black crows flew south with the carriage. I don't know if the cold breath in Sang Sang's body became more and more serious, so that the temperature of the air became much lower and they became much quieter.

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(I took a good night ’s sleep yesterday and the circadian clock was tuned over. I hope this time I can stick to it for a longer time. It is best to stick to it. It is still too easy to write during the day and there are updates at night. Please do n’t forget , There will be updates tomorrow, I wish you all a happy weekend.)