The miracle did not appear, and the piece of paper that said guilty was still sinking deadly, as if something was falling, not something very light like a moment or two, and the weight was so heavy that the scales that were originally horizontal were going to be straightened. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hahaha, I'm guilty, hahaha, I'm guilty!" The innkeeper laughed wildly, spun his hands out, and ran out in a frenzy.

Inspector Raven and his men chased after him, and soon, gunfire was heard from outside.

Everyone dispersed, as if they had watched a boring movie, and they didn't even bother to comment on a word.

In these chaotic footsteps, only the eighteen mothers of the house and the ice green orange remained.

The scales suddenly stabilized, horizontal and horizontal, without a hint of shaking.

"I thought it was a tray." Zhai Eighteen Niang said, "So I immediately changed the position, but it was still ...... Is there no sin when a man dies? ”

The eighteenth lady of the house took the piece of paper.

The task of going to court to hear the trial was accomplished, but nothing changed.

"Maybe it's a different world?" Zhai Eighteen Niang sat on the chair where the innkeeper was writing just now, and also wrote the words "guilty" and "not guilty". Then stand up and walk to the scales.

"Don't, Eighteen Niang." Bing Qingcheng suddenly had a bad premonition, "Our mission has been completed, hurry back, I'm already hungry." ”

Zhai Eighteen Niang stubbornly shook her head and put the two pieces of paper forward.

The sinful piece of paper sank.

"It seems that no one is remotely controlled." Zhai Eighteen Niang said, her tone and eyes became strange. After Nine Nights left, Bing Qingcheng stood motionless in place until the wind dried her tears. She took out a book from the space bag, a well-preserved but old-fashioned novel wrapped in cowhide, "The Killing of Butterflies".

"Sanyana, I told you that I hate this novel, it's not that the heroine's name is Ice Butterfly, the male protagonist's name is Qingcheng, because I didn't know this novel when I called my name, so because of this coincidence, I was really unhappy."

"What I want to say to you is the end of this story. It has two endings, the first one is the one I read when I last met you and read it, the boy and the girl went to a distant city, and then they lived happily together. In fact, after this, there is also an ending, an ending that we don't like, and I didn't read it to you, because it is written after the happy ending, which is the development of the happy ending, the real ending of the book. ”

Bing Qingcheng did not open the book, she put her hand on the book, the cover of the book was wrapped in brown paper, and on the cover of the novel under the book cover was a bust of a handsome young man and a beautiful girl facing each other sideways, they looked at each other, intoxicated by each other's gentle and lingering gaze.

It looks sweet, but in fact they shouldn't be together, and the encounter from the beginning is an irreversible mistake. The lingering eyes are not sweet tenderness, but sad forbearance, and the unbearable persistence of wrapping the other party in the web of death.

She didn't open the book, but just stood under the dim street lamp, letting the autumn wind blow wantonly on her coat, her hair, her skin, reciting the ending of the story that she had memorized. That's enough, the sound from the garden is the best accompaniment.

The sound of the wind shaking the branches is the tearing of the rain of swords and arrows, and the clash of flowers and plants is the whisper of a lover.

This ending is very long, Bing Qingcheng said to the tombstone for a long time, but it was still finished. She bent down and placed the book in front of Sanyana.

"After autumn comes winter, the season when we meet for the first time. The girl laughed weakly, she went back to her old days, with such an innocent and lovely look, he hadn't seen it for a long time, and she believed the smile of the youth as before. ”

"It's nice to see your smile at last. The young man looked at the maiden, who lay in the crook of his arm, and let him embrace her without hesitation. He tried to hold the girl's hand, but he didn't have the strength anymore. He felt that his body was getting colder and colder, but his heart was sweet. Ice Butterfly forgave him, and his most beloved girl, lay next to him, so close to him. ”

"It's like that snowstorm night, the feelings born from the cold and loneliness, just like the moment they met."

"When the snow stops, we'll leave here and go to a city far away, are you afraid? The young man asked the girl who clasped his fingers and clasped his hands. ”

"Don't be afraid. The girl's crisp voice is like a yellow warbler in the hollow. With you, I won't be afraid. ”

"Ice Butterfly, I love you. The young man struggled with all his strength and said that if he didn't say it, he would never have a chance in the future. ”

"I love you and don't regret it. The girl whispered in his ear, then closed her eyes. ”

"Asleep? The young man thought that he too closed his eyes wearily and fell into eternal sleep. ”

"The golden leaves fell in the wind, and in the warm sun, covered the young men and maidens with warm-colored quilts, covering their blood-stained clothes and swords-pierced bodies."

"But their countenances are so beautiful, they sleep peacefully, with a happy smile on the corners of their mouths, as if they will wake up at any moment to take a nap, abandon all hatred and hug together, have never relaxed before, and remove all vigilance and defense, it is such happiness."

"Until the autumn leaves that flutter like butterflies bury them thickly, and the silver snow covers the whole earth, until the heavens and the earth grow old, and the sea withers and rots. Spring is coming, the buds on the branches are sprouting, new leaves are growing, and butterflies are resting on the verdant branches. ”

It's over, I'm going back. Bing Qingcheng thought.

The moon is out! What would Minver say if he were here? The idea popped into his mind.

Probably disgusting, right? Standing in front of the grave of the dead, the hypocrisy of benevolence and righteousness, if you like her so much, just go down and accompany her! Minver would say that, right? He must have thought so in his heart.

But Minfer would not have said such on the surface, and he would have said in his velvet-wrapped, beautiful voice as coated with poisoned honey:

It's really touching, my baby Sanyana has such a good sister as you, she must be very happy in her lifetime.

Bing Qingcheng was about to turn away, and in the corner of the garden, a young girl in a white dress looked at her coldly.

The same long golden hair as Sanyana, an extremely similar appearance to Sanyana, the same delicate and beautiful, and pitiful.

"I hate you, Ice Orange." The voice of the girl in the white dress was hoarse and broken. (To be continued.) )