Qinghe was barefoot, cold, ran to the farmhouse, and hurriedly looked at the bed.

As always, he lay quietly, breathing evenly and looking peaceful.

At that moment, she looked at him like that, only to feel that her nose was sore, she couldn't control it anymore, and tears flowed like water.

I don't know how long it took, but the grief finally stopped.

didn't bother to wipe away his tears, so he ran to the room and added firewood to make a fire.

She shivered with cold, and then took off her wet clothes, wrung out the water stains, and stretched them out.

While flipping and baking, look at the little feet. Scarred and bloodstained. I felt sorry for myself, and I thought silently in my heart: "If you are hurt, how can I use you to walk?" If you strike, how shall I find Aaron? ”

She wouldn't have made a fire, and the room was full of smoke. In the midst of the smoke, I suddenly felt a sadness, and the tears couldn't be stopped, one drop after another, quietly slipping down.

She said to herself and laughed at herself: "The night is worrying, and the smoke makes tears flow." ”

After the clothes were dried, she put them on layer by layer, still shivering. Without time to think about it, full of longing, he jumped into bed and asked for help from a conscientious enthusiast.

Curled up in his chest, he felt that he was back to his childhood, and in an instant, warmth hit his heart, and tears flowed freely.

In her sleep, a woman, dressed in white and white yarn, stood in front of the bed. Her big eyes were as clear as water, warm as jade, and faintly covered with a layer of murderous aura.

Qinghe wanted to open his eyes and take a look, but in vain, he felt the sound of snow singing and snow dancing, gently ringing in his ears, like a dream, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Aaron is even more tormented in nightmares.

The dream is terrifying, sometimes it is the eldest sister of the parents, struggling in the raging Yangtze River, sinking in the roaring waves; Sometimes it is the senior brother who respects the master, draws his sword and faces each other, and blood is splashed on the spot; Sometimes it is a lover pothos, deep in the clutches of the devil, covered with bruises.

His heart was even more devastated: for the sake of the hot land left by his ancestors, he forgot his life and fought bloodily. However, after killing countless enemies, you can't feel the glory of the strong; Returning triumphantly, I don't feel the joy of victory.

On the contrary, the haze of war, every moment, tormented his body and gnawed at his soul. The end of the war was the beginning of his suffering and the beginning of his purgatory.

The more inevitable it is, the more it is hated.

Hate the crazy killing that exterminated humanity, and hate the twisted mind that is justified.

Hate can't control the blood that rushes uncontrollably, and hate can't soothe frightened eyes.

I hate the throats of my beloved compatriots and the young enemies for having their lives ended.

He hated that everyone only preached war, called it sacred, said it was heroic, but ignored its darkness, ignored its horror.

He hated the trampling of life and the disregard for dignity.

He hated the end of the war and the lack of salvation for his soul.

He hated the invaders for being greedy and despicable, profit-seeking and killing.

He hated the hypocrisy and shamelessness of the captors and the whitewashing of peace.

He hated careerists for their murderous nature and advocated heroes.

They brewed deep hatred, they created the destruction of the country and the family, they distorted the beautiful heart, and they caused countless lives and innocent deaths.

But after all, he was involved in the war and could not escape it. Everything is karma. Now, he is dead, and his Qinghe is also dead, and he can't escape karma.

In the dream of death, there are two naughty little hands that have been cared for all the time. Like a green pothos whispering in her ear, she was extremely sad and sad:

"Follow the tomb of Bi Ru and return to Shumen. Shushan is often water, today is yesterday. The night rain in Bashan, everything is like ruin. Although it is destroyed, it will not return to the same place. ”

The voice of the pothos, with the dream, is gradually drifting away.

The mischievous moonlight, coming out of the clouds, is gradually approaching.

The night is silent, the moon is shining, and the starlight is dissolving. She shone into the dilapidated hut through the low lattice, on his hot forehead, and on his closed eyes.

The spring breeze suddenly rose, sending bursts of lotus incense, and the moonlight like water, shining with a silver glow, driving away the madness that will never be recovered.

Consciousness gradually recovered, and before he opened his eyes, his first reaction was to look for the "Flying Dragon Sword".

Didn't touch it!

Thanks to his unexpectedness, Qinghe, a little fool, has been holding it and fighting with pheasants. Otherwise, it will definitely be smoked from the seven orifices, and it will be difficult to wake up forever.

The pain to the bones made him gradually wake up, and then he realized that he had not only taken off his armor, but also naked! Deng Shi was taken aback: "For as long as I can remember, except for bathing and changing clothes, I have never been so naked!" ”

is even more suspicious: "God kills because of me, even if it is just self-defense, even if it is just a counterattack, it will not forgive?" So sentence me to death naked? ”

In ancient times, the dead had no clothes, which can be described as a heinous crime.

tried his best to finally open his eyes, and he was even more surprised: a lotus face appeared in front of him; Thousands of charms, dreams haunting the soul; Beautiful, tranquil and peaceful.

She is like a baby, infinitely dependent, infinitely infatuated, tightly embedded in his bosom. Such affection, so natural, as if it were thousands of years; This posture is so familiar, as if it has gone through a hundred lifetimes; This posture is so cute, it seems to be innate.

Shocked, grateful to Dade: "God treats me well, in this purgatory of death, in this doomsday ghost, my heart and liver, my baby, always be with me, never give up." ”

Greet the god of death, cry with joy, a song oh, resounding in the bottom of my heart: "Come to the night to pick up the lotus, and the water lilies on the pillow are neutralized." If it is like a mandarin duck with a thousand waves, go to the spring for 10,000 years. ”

In the face of death, twelve points of happiness: "I can't control this life, but I can desire it in the next life." She won't stab the wolf in the back, and I won't bear the death of the country. She won't make me an enemy, I won't shoot her heartbroken. ”

Infinite pleasure, unprecedented, gave him unimaginable strength to lift his heavy arms.

It doesn't matter if she moves, she actually touched her jade ice skin, which is real; I actually smelled her pleasant lotus fragrance, which was clear.

His thoughts were full of emotions, his mind was fluttering, and the picture in front of him was extremely real.

Even so, he still didn't dare to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Desperate, he took her in his arms and clung to his chest,

It was a quarter of an hour before he was fully conscious. Suddenly realized, Daigo empowerment: "The most precious auspicious light in the dream memory, the most jubilant imagination in love, is still in the world!" ”

Qinghe is not dead! She's alive!

Scene by scene, voice by voice, sentence by sentence, scene by scene, not exhaustively recalled: warm eyes, starry eyes, naughty words, cold chest. Bitter lovesickness, galloping.

All of a sudden, the wind and clouds surged, the limbs and bones, the internal organs, all were excited, from the inch of the bones, to the slightest hair, the place of extreme love, the place of extreme hatred, the movement of love, the confusion of hate, all have been played, and they are all singing.

She didn't know anything, and in the cold to the bone, she huddled together, like a helpless baby, clinging to each other. Yes, in her sleep, she also asked for very little, but it was rare that she no longer covered up her sincerity, catered to her beloved husband, and put her whole body into his arms.

She was sleepy, well-behaved, quiet and lovely. The faint fragrance of lotus, looming, spreads out.

Infinite love is born spontaneously. He couldn't help it, hugging and kissing lightly, the tip of his tongue wandering over her forehead, pampering her eyes, and reaching into her cherry mouth.

In her sleep, she was overjoyed, clasped her arms tightly, infinitely jubilant, and eagerly greeted: "Aaron! ”

Happiness came too suddenly, inadvertently, like the brilliant morning sun, the bright stars, and the gorgeous rainbow, quietly appeared in the sky. Nourishing his dying heart and soothing his shattered dreams. It makes him fascinated and refreshed.

His dying heart already dared not ask for extravagance. So far, infinite joy has lit up his eyes; Endless sorrow eroded his heart.

Happiness, pain, alternately echoing; Joy, sadness, and companionship. Shock him, wake him up.

Sometimes he's ecstatic, sometimes he's in pain. Sometimes he can't help it, sometimes he loses all his thoughts.

Kissing her chest, she was full of tears, muttering, and tactfully: "Aaron, I want to go home, take me home, okay?" ”

He burst into tears: "Good! From now on, whatever you say, you will be what you are. ”

She cried with joy in her dream, flashing her starry eyes, and begged in a low voice: "I want to go back to my childhood and play football with Aaron." ”

He was stunned when he heard this, and he was even more eager to play: "Playing football together? When! ”

Suddenly, there was a pain under her lips, and it turned out that there was something in her chest, strange shape, cold and hard.