Chapter 75: Death, Life and Belief
"It's just wine, Xiao Langjun, don't you even dare to drink wine with me, right?" Mo Liang's words were slightly playful, and he walked out from behind the tombstone with swaying steps. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
In a flash, the whole person sat down among the dry grass.
Jing Changning's frowning brows gradually dispersed.
was bumped into by him and cried in front of Chu Chang'an's tombstone, which was indeed difficult to explain and escape.
However, he seemed to be extremely drunk.
Presumably, when you wake up, you should not remember the events of this night.
"Just drink. Jing Changning said. "Then I'll drink with you. ”
Then let you drink more and get more drunk.
She's always been a great drinker.
Since he was a child, he and his brother stole wine together, and then they were poured with wine by Lele every day.
Jing Changning reached out and took the wine jug in Mo Liang's hand, raised his head and poured it.
"Good wine!" she said aloud.
The night breeze rolled up the broken hair on her forehead, but it was a little low.
The corners of Mo Liang's lips hooked, and his steps swayed, falling crookedly beside Jing Changning.
When he fell, his hand seemed to pull it unintentionally, and Jing Changning also pulled him down among the dry grass.
Relatively lying among the grass, the warm breath was very close.
Jing Changning raised his eyebrows, and his gaze fell heavily on Mo Liang.
Since thinking about Mo Liang's behavior that day, Jing Changning felt that Mo Liang didn't seem to be so disgusting, and at this time, he saw that he was drunk like mud, and he couldn't help but soften a little in his heart.
Is there any unspeakable suffering?
Just as he thought that day, he was a poor man who couldn't help himself.
"What are you doing with so much wine?" Jing Changning asked.
Mo Liang hung his head and buried his face in an ink shirt.
"Drinking, of course, is because of upset. He whispered.
The hanging head looked very lonely.
Jing Changning's face softened a little, perhaps he had seen his demeanor as cold as ice and snow in front of people a few times, and the contrast after being drunk made her heart feel a little warm.
In front of her brother's grave, her usually tenacious heart actually weakened a little, and the bitterness that had been tense for many years came in an instant.
"My heart is also troubled. She said in a low voice, her eyes fell on Chu Changan's tombstone, and her eyes were sour.
Two people who should have been wary of each other, but in front of a tombstone, exchanged a pot of turbid wine in their palms, and their hearts were carefully opened.
The bottom of the cool ink eyes seems to be dyed with some warm colors by the drunken blur.
Jing Changning's gaze fell on the tombstone, and the strength in his heart also fell into a soft loneliness.
In a trance, the clouds that covered the stars were lifted by the wind, revealing large areas of starlight and moonlight.
Pouring down.
"The world is a big dream, how many degrees of autumn is cool in life?" Mo Liang thought slowly.
Jing Changning lowered his eyes: "This sentence is really sour." ”
Mo Liang smiled.
"It's a little sour. "But it's just the right amount of sore." ”
When Jing Changning heard this, he also smiled: "You don't seem to be so annoying after you get drunk." ”
Mo Liang shook his arm: "I'm not drunk, I can drink another three hundred cups!"
Jing Changning sneered: "Not only is it not annoying, but it is quite likable." ”
Mo Liang turned his head, and the drunken eyes under the mask met Jing Changning's still clear eyes.
He suddenly grinned softly.
Like a warm spring breeze, blowing away the first purple hyacinth on the field.
"Why do you say people live?" Mo Liang asked with a smile.
The warm smile, but the words are so deep.
Alive......
"Probably because you're going to die sooner or later, so there's no hurry!" Jing Changning replied with a smile, she rubbed her face and looked at Mo Liang, "This topic is so heavy, you don't look very old, why are you so gloomy?"
"Is it dull?" Mo Liang repeated with drunken muttering, "But what you said also makes sense, since you are destined to not escape the life and death of reincarnation, you are not in a hurry, so you will live first." ”
He looked at Jing Changning with blindfolded eyes.
"Do you know what? Recently, many people have been executed in light prisons, and the corpses have been piled up in mass graves outside the city, and all kinds of papers in prison have to be approved from me. He stretched out his hand and gestured to hold the pen, "A light stroke, is a living life disappeared in this world, I was thinking, human life is really like a mustard, since it is destined to die, why bother to live? ”
Jing Changning's eyes flickered.
Lin Guo Light Prison recently secretly executed prisoners?
What is this trying to do?
"It's good to figure it out. Her hand rested on Mo Liang's shoulder, but her gaze fell on Chu Changan's tombstone, "Death and life are too heavy, it is probably a paradox that can never be truly clarified, the dead are peaceful, and the rest is alive." ”
Mo Liang's right hand trembled, as if he couldn't hold the wine jug, and there was not much turbid wine left to spill among the withered fine grass, he tilted his head, his eyelids closed, and seemed to be asleep.
Jing Changning patted Mo Liang and said with a smile: "This is the time to sleep, the amount of alcohol is not good!"
Mo Liang didn't move.
Jing Changning's fingertips moved, and a light stroke landed on the mask that covered his face.
The snow wolf carving is extremely vivid, and at first glance it is a little scary.
"Actually, the snow wolf is not scary at all, it is much cuter than Master's big white goose. She said.
With a vague curiosity in her heart, she climbed her fingertips to the mask and stroked it carefully, as if to remove the inky mask and take a look at the terrifying face he had spoken of.
Fingertips paused.
"That's it. Jing Changning sighed. "It's not good to be curious when you're in danger. ”
Fingertips removed from the mask.
Jing Changning approached Chu Chang'an's tombstone, stood up and knelt down, and kowtowed three times.
The moonlight is cold.
Jing Changning also pointed to the sky.
"Brother, Ning'er swears with her life today that she will avenge her brother in this life!"
It was quiet all around, her voice was low, faintly inaudible, but firm as a rock.
Behind him, Mo Liang quietly opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was clear, but they were gradually dyed with water.
I heard a whisper not far away.
"Brother, Ning'er misses you......"
There was no firmness in the oath, and there was a slight sadness.
……
I don't know how long it took, as if time had precipitated, quiet as jade.
Jing Changning wiped his tears and got up to leave Chu Chang'an's tombstone.
When the steps passed by Mo Liang, he paused slightly, and then walked by.
A drunken confession, after sobering up, is still just a stranger.
Her hand clenched slightly, and her eyes showed a determined color.
Brother, Ning'er can't pick up your bones and leave at this time, but don't worry, in the future, your bones will not stay in Lin Kingdom.
Jing Changning raised his head and looked at the sky.
The moonlight is lonely and clear.
"Because in the future, Lin Kokuku will be erased from Kyushu. Jing Changning's eyes were fixed. "My brother will see that day. ”
Mo Liang sat up from the dry grass, his gaze fixed on Jing Changning's back.
"Ning'er, brother believes in you. He muttered to himself.