Extra

___________________

At dusk, the remnant sun is like blood, the breeze rises, the bamboo leaves sound loudly, and the two women in the small building sit by the dim candlelight, watching the candle flowers falling from the candlelight, and the swaying candle flame dances in the wind.

"Actually, you are much worse than me, at least my mother died when I was born, my father and grandmother are still there, and there are relatives around me, and you are born, the country is ruined, and you are under the fence, for decades, it is really pitiful. Yang Ling Aya lived like an adult, and after listening to Ziruo talk about her life experience, she felt pity for her.

"You and I have no relatives, living in the world, lonely, and both are fallen people at the end of the world, why pity me, so many years have passed, but you, so young, have endured so much, admirable. Ziruo was not sad, she had long been used to the days without relatives, and gradually became numb.

Even painful memories are always used to it, and there is no time to erase the pain.

Yang Lingya blinked her long eyelashes, her eyes flickered, she lay on the table, and said, "I heard Ling Yun read me a poem, saying that it was from his world, I felt so beautiful after listening to it, I might as well read it to you." ”

"Will he still like poetry?" Zi Ruo smiled, and couldn't help but be surprised in her heart.

Yang Lingya smiled knowingly and said, "Maybe he remembered that he was specially used to soak girls, but he can't say it." ”

The night breeze poured into the room, and Qingsi picked it up, and said softly:

"No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me about the warmth of porridge.

No one has turned out the lights with me, and no one has shared half my life.

No one accompanied me late at night, and no one shared the wine with me.

No one wiped my lovesick tears, and no one dreamed of me and the past.

No one accompanies me Gu Xingchen, no one wakes up my tea is cold.

No one listened to me, no one understood my dreams.

No one restrained me from tears, and no one worried that I was walking alone.

Looking back at the bleak place, no one is waiting in the dim light. ”

Yang Lingya has an excellent memory, and this poem is catchy, so she recited it smoothly in one breath, and countless elegant words floated in the night breeze, like the night fragrance of flowers, refreshing people's hearts.

"No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me about the warmth of porridge. Zi Ruo muttered this sentence many times, and her heart was quite touched.

"I didn't expect him, a vulgar disciple, to remember such beautiful poems, right?" Yang Lingya grinned.

This poem seems to say that the two of us, once life is miserable, all sentimental verses can hit your heart. Ziruo said.

Yang Lingya shook her head and said, "Didn't I stand dusk with you? You don't have no one to accompany you, at least I, a little girl who is sympathetic, will accompany you." ”

Ziruo touched her little head, and there were many things in it, and she didn't know how many quirky thoughts and wits there were in it, and said, "Yes, you and I will depend on each other for our lives in the future." ”

"Then this poem can also be changed, fortunately Ling Yun also told me the other two. Yang Lingya supported her chin with one hand, looked at the boundless night outside the window, and said softly:

"The remnant sun and I stand at dusk, and my grandmother asks me about porridge and warmth.

The moth and I twisted the lights out, and the pen and inkstone shared half my life.

The lonely moon has been with me late at night, and the past has been shared with me.

The spring breeze wipes away my lovesick tears, and I fall in love with my dreams in my sleep.

The breeze accompanied me Gu Xingchen, and I knew that my tea was cold.

Guiyan listened to my heartfelt complaints, and secretly explained my dreams.

Plain clothes detain me with tears, and bamboo canes accompany me on my own road.

Looking back at the bleak place, the man was in the dim light. ”

Zi Ruo listened quietly, with a sad look on her face, and said: "Your change, it seems that you have changed from being unaccompanied to having something to accompany you, but they are all lifeless things, after all, there is no one, wouldn't it add a little more loneliness and loneliness? ”

Yang Lingya listened to her words and said: "No wonder when I heard this second poem, I felt more lonely than the first poem, it turned out to be like this, no one can pursue it inwardly, as the so-called inner self-sufficiency, without pretense, now there is only a bunch of still life that can't speak, and the feeling of loneliness jumps on the paper." ”

"These two are good poems, but they are too sad, but what about the third one?" Zi Ruo asked.

Yang Lingya touched her head and said, "I think about it, yes, the second poem is:

I am willing to stand at dusk with my hands, and I am willing to taste the tea porridge and it is still warm.

I am willing to go out with the incense, and I am willing to hold the book for half a life.

I wish to cut the candle and the night is deep, and I am willing to share the wine with the game.

I am willing to wipe my tears with my sleeves, and I am willing to share the dust with my dreams.

I am willing to admire the moon and the stars, and I am willing to cook tea before it is cold.

I am willing to listen to the heartfelt heart, and I am willing to dream with the words.

I am willing to tear in my heart with the explanation, and I am willing to walk the world with me.

Looking back at the dim lamp, the man was as good as when he first saw him. ”

Zi Ruo clapped her hands and smiled: "Yes, this poem is right, full of longing and hope, every sentence seems to be a love word, whispered in your ear, making people listen like a mountain and a sea oath, and their hearts are fascinated." ”

Yang Lingya's face turned red, took a sip, and said, "Phew, even if this is a love story, it is also for you, I just paraphrased it." ”

Ziruo was stunned for a moment, only to realize that she mistook it for ridicule, covered her mouth and smiled, and said: "I don't mean to laugh at you, just say this poem, besides, you are so young, if he attacks you, he is really a beast!"

"Then if he attacks you, he won't be considered a beast?" Yang Lingya said with a smile.

Seeing her smile meaningful, Ziruo knew that she had bad intentions, hugged her, and said, "At a young age, her mouth is powerful." ”

The two laughed and played together, and suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, it turned out to be Wang Ma came back, opened the door, began to wash the vegetables and meat, and prepared dinner, gradually, the stove was lit, and the aroma of rice in the pot overflowed.

Yang Lingya looked at the darker and darker night outside the window, there was a touch of unseen sorrow on her face, the white chess piece in her hand had changed color, and the person at that end still did not react, nor did she come back, and said abruptly: "He doesn't care about this chess piece at all, if I am in danger, I am afraid that he will already die cold." ”

And Ling Yun was fighting viciously with the monks of Fengqi Temple outside the city at the moment.

Ziruo stroked her immature shoulders and said, "Don't worry, men are so careless, maybe where to be happy and happy, to have fun, to forget, we finished eating, and we didn't leave him any leftovers, that's it." ”

"Hmph, when you come back, you must interrogate him about what he did, in case he really gets sick and comes back, let alone eat, and the door will not be allowed to enter. Yang Lingya pouted angrily.

And Ling Yun yawned in Fengqi Temple, and he didn't expect that he had been slandered thousands of times by two women.