How many of these fractions are true?

She didn't know anything about it, and she didn't have a chance to explore. Because that Xue Jia no longer exists, and she is no longer the person she used to be.

Everything is gone.

They are only in love with each other's masks.

What she longs for is born from a lie and destroyed by a lie.

She hated them for it.

But to this day, those lies are still like a bone appendage, and the ghost follows her forever.

They opened their mouths and stared at her, trying to skin and devour her completely. It's like the abyss staring at her in the void, waiting for her, like an old friend who hasn't met for a long time.

The long rain-soaked hair was dripping with water.

Taiwei suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

Chang Xi waited aside, and asked softly when he saw this: "Girl, is there anything wrong with what is written in this book?"

Human sacrifice is naturally horrible.

She felt creepy just by reading the words, but this fear was only a momentary thing, and it was over. By this time, she would recall that she was far less surprised and frightened than before.

The girl's look in her family was obviously wrong.

Changxi looked at Taiwei.

Taiwei looked down at the book in her hand.

Her clothes were wet, her hair was wet, and the books in her hands were naturally wet.

She picked up the book and shook it in the air.

The wet corner looked like a moldy rag.

Changxi was anxious, for fear that she would tear the book if she wasn't paying attention: "Good girl, what are you doing shaking it, I don't know when this book was written, it looks like it will be broken when it is touched, and I can't read it when I turn around and fall apart!"

Taiwei looked absent-minded: "If it's broken, it's broken......"

The things she wanted to see, she had already seen and imprinted in her mind.

The rest is useless.

She took the book out of the library pavilion, just because she couldn't make up her mind if she didn't bring it, and she just took a "Dinghai God Needle".

Taiwei shook the book and whispered, "Changxi, I'm so cold......"

Hearing this, Chang Xi hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the book in her hand: "Standing here in the rain and the wind blowing, how can it not be cold." ”

She held the book in her arms in one hand and greeted her master with an umbrella in the other: "You should go with the slave and maid, go back and change your clothes quickly." ”

Changxi's tone was a little heavier, as if he was teaching a lesson to some child.

Taiwei listened very happily.

She likes this kind of long joy.

Full of life, like hot rice, hot tea...... Take a bite, iron the stomach and intestines, and warm it to the heart.

So the coldness dissipated, and she was happy again.

After returning to Jixiangyuan, she asked people to prepare water for bathing.

The boiling water, mixed with the bucket, is still burning and hot. Changxi tested the temperature of the water, and wanted to ask someone to send another bucket of cold one in. But Taiwei didn't wait for her to speak, and stepped straight into the water.

The water splashed and wet the clothes.

She didn't care.

The water is just right.

Scalding red skin, scalding her face, scalding her whole body comforted.

She collapsed in the tub like a boneless.

The black hair was drenched in water and hung heavily on the back of his head.

Changxi scooped up water to wash her hair, and said, "The slave maid made people boil ginger soup, you must remember to drink it when you turn around." ”

Taiwei nodded, her chin poked into the water, and she didn't say a word.

She doesn't like ginger, so of course she doesn't want to drink ginger soup. But when the ginger soup is boiled, she will still take it up and drink a bowl. Because she knows that ginger soup is good for her to drive away the cold and warm her stomach.

And most of the things that are beneficial are not happy to do.

It's as if she thinks about it, she should still let her father live.

He is alive, his mother is happy, and the Qi family is prosperous, which is naturally beneficial.

However, it is not a pleasant thing to change one's life against the sky.

She was even a little dazed and didn't know where to start.

Should I tell him?

Tell him that one day he will die at the hands of the Restoration Army, let him be careful to watch out for the Restoration Army? But as the first courtier of the Great Zhao, he would not know that the Restoration Army wanted his life?

In that case, why should she mention him.

She just told him plainly that she had seen the future and knew that he was going to die, so what could she change?

He is not the same as his mother.

The mother's lifespan ends with heart disease.

But his end is in the hands of men.

She can untie her mother's heart knot and change her mother's fate, but there is no way to solve his.

It's like a dead end, and you don't know how to find another way. There is no way to retreat, there is no wall to climb, can you only fly to the sky or escape to the ground?

But whether it is flying in the sky or retreating to the ground, it is rare to be frightened.

Mere mortals, how to fly to the sky, how to escape to the earth?

Taiwei was distressed.

There are a lot of things to think about today, one after another, endlessly, and all the troubles come out of my head, which is really boring.

She wasn't supposed to be like this.

After bathing, he went to see his mother in the rain, and refused to leave at night in Ziwei Garden.

Mother's bed, inexplicably, seemed a thousand times warmer than her own. She curled up in the quilt, listening to the sound of the rain outside the window gradually becoming quieter until it stopped, and the sound of breathing became softer with it.

Jiang gently patted her back twice through the quilt: "What's wrong, something on your mind?"

Taiwei struggled to get half of her head out of the bed.

Messy hair, like a little madman.

She told Jiang what happened in the library today.

Jiang Shi's heart beat wildly when he heard this, and his face changed: "What kind of evil book is this?"

Taiwei continued to drill out, drilled out a whole face, and looked up at Jiang: "I don't know who wrote it, and I don't know what it was written for." The book looks like Rory is rambling, but this paragraph is a little interesting. ”

The book also wrote some things about stirring up clouds and rain, what kind of infatuated Gu, ruthless Dan, when I heard it, it was not a serious thing.

Taiwei grabbed two handfuls of hair blocking his eyes: "Reasoning, this mess is written, I really shouldn't take it seriously, but it's ......"

The incident in Songshan County is a coincidence.

True or false, her suspicions are already sprouting.

Tai lowered his voice slightly, and asked in the dim light: "Mother, do you think it will be the national teacher?"

Jiang Shi was a little stunned, and the hand on Taiwei's back trembled slightly.

She shook her head: "It's hard to say. After a pause, he continued, "Do you remember the dream I told you?" ”

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly crawled out of the bed, knelt on the bed and said, "That priest?!"

The girl's voice rose in surprise.

Jiang said: "Yes, that group of strange people, that priest, that dream...... Doesn't it look like what you see in the book?"

In the same text, Taiwei thought of the plague in Songshan County after reading it, but Jiang thought of the scene where the strange priest killed his daughter.

Two completely different things, but because of the same text, they are connected.