Nian'er gently put her hand on Li Guo's shoulder, Li Guo could feel the tenderness and love of that woman, even through the thick cotton cloth, he could sense the inseparable and harmonious echo between the two. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info His muscles were beating with excitement, like the magma underground, and like the undulating tides, with an irresistible force, flapping on Nian'er's fingertips one after another. But she doesn't need to be afraid of this power, because this power belongs to hers, this is her man, and this power will work for her after all.

"Brother Li, it's okay, I'll give it to you Zhang Nian'er in this life, I am your person in life, and my death is your ghost, even if we go to hell, in front of Hades Laozi, we will be a pair of mandarin ducks in the next life." The woman seemed to have matured in the face of change, and she spoke quietly, although her voice was not high, and although her words were vulgar, anyone could hear the infinite love and determination contained in it.

"Nian'er, my family is seeing the disaster of destroying the door, how can I drag you down?" Li Guo stopped crying, he seemed to feel a little embarrassed to cry in front of a woman, his voice was a little weak and ashamed: "It's hard to say whether our family can pass this hurdle, if you are willing to wait for me for a year or two, I will remember your love, if you can't wait, I will never say anything, but I will never pull you into this fire pit!" ”

"Brother Li" Nian'er's voice was extremely calm, so calm that Li Guo remembered a piece of ice at the bottom of the lake in winter: "My mother said that liking someone is to make her happy, and loving someone is to make herself happy, whether he is happy or not." I love you, so no matter what you think, I just want to make myself happy and make myself happy. ”

Her words sound a little selfish, but isn't the essence of love the greatest selfishness?

The selfish Zhang Nian'er doesn't care if Li Guo will feel guilty about it, she only needs her own happiness, although this happiness itself is a sacrifice.

"I, I'm sorry for you." Li Guo is not a person who is good at conversation and debate, but he just repeats this passage over and over again, as if doing so can give himself a kind of psychological comfort.

"Needless to say, now go home and discuss with your father, let's go to the county together tomorrow." Nian'er said this softly, got up and walked home. After making such a sacrifice, she did not need to say goodbye, because such words were the biggest obstacle in themselves.

Li Guo didn't know how he got home, he had already walked this road a thousand times, he knew every irregular stone on the side of the road, he knew every turn and bend of the dirt road, he knew the structure of every house on both sides of the road, but these were all tasks he had unintentionally completed, his brain was still shattered by the news he had just heard, and along with it was his youthful and amorous dreams and beliefs.

His father had not yet slept, and his wrinkled face was full of worry, a worry that could be felt even when he couldn't see his father's face. This worry has become a fog that has firmly enveloped the weather-beaten family.

"Dad, Uncle made a mistake, he rode dead post horses, three." Li Guo didn't know how to convey this message to his father, although it was not his fault, but the family connection that made him a direct beneficiary and a damaged person for other family members was because he had both worries about his uncle and a trace of inexplicable complaints.

"Hmm." His father was more taciturn than Li Guo, and Li Guo understood that since his father lost the ability to do heavy physical labor, this sense of guilt that he couldn't do anything but eat made his father even more silent, so this hunchbacked middle-aged man became a wooden man, and he hardly made any noise except for eating and sleeping on time every day.

But Li Guo understood, he deeply understood that his father cared about himself and his uncle, but this clumsy man didn't know how to express it at all, and his only ability was to hold up a piece of the sky for himself and his uncle with his old and tired shoulders.

This man, silent, helpless and determined, like an old ploughing ox about to be led into the slaughterhouse, although there were infinite tears in the corners of his eyes, he did not want others to worry about him. This man, how much like the yellow land of the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan, heavy, tenacious and never asks for anything in return.

"Dad......" Li Guo's voice was crying, this kind of catastrophe of destroying the family is still too heavy for this young man who has never seen the world, too much, too big, he can't find someone to talk to elsewhere, so he can only communicate with his father in this seemingly one-man show.

"Hmm." It's still the same word, but the mood is completely different, Li Guo felt his father's big hands, the hands full of calluses, exposed green tendons, and shriveled and yellow, gently holding his hands.

That is the feeling of a father, different from the warm fraternity of a mother, that is firmness, dedication, silence, a kind of mountain-like majesty and heaven-like tolerance.

That's the father telling him, just do it, I'll always be behind you.

In an instant, Li Guo's tears rained down.

After a long time, time seemed to have not passed at all, Li Guo could clearly hear his own breathing and his father's breathing, and he could clearly recognize his own heartbeat and the beating of his father's heart.

"There are still one or two acres of millet in the field to be harvested, you can find someone to collect it tomorrow, I will take me to the county tomorrow, and I will say that I will come back to the uncle." This sinister young man, who has not yet fully realized the world, does not know what kind of pain and suffering will be placed in front of him, but he only knows one thing, that is, no matter whether there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire or jackals, tigers and leopards in front of him, he has no way out, he can only move forward.

Li Guo had many dreams at night, some good and some bad, but there was only one person who always played the heroine in his dreams, and strangely, that person's face was never blurred. In the dream, she was wearing a red wedding dress, the corners of her mouth were slightly grinning, and she smiled sweetly. She either danced with him in the vast Sanqin world, or faded away under the blowing of the wind and dancing clouds, or stood with him staring at each other, but the only thing that remained unchanged was that eternal smile.

Who is that woman?

Li Guo woke up, sat at the head of the bed and thought for a long time, but never found a corresponding face.

"That woman is not Nian'er, who is she?" Li Guo told this dream to Li Lizheng, who was said to be able to interpret dreams, and speaking of which, Li Zheng was still his father's uncle.

Uncle sighed, thought about it, opened his mouth to speak, paused, and finally didn't say anything. Maybe it's because the men in the whole Qin land look very similar, they are very similar to the ceramic army made by the ancient emperor, with simple faces and introverted feelings, they often have single eyelids, thick lips, and square faces, like a batch of manufactured products. Li Zheng looked at Li Guo for a long time, until Li Guo began to feel uneasy: "Uncle, what's wrong?" Nian'er said she was going with me, why didn't she come at this time? ”

Li Guo thought that the uncle would make some unpunctual jokes about women with him, although these digestions were innocuous and not salty, but they could effectively dispel his uneasiness and nervousness.

But the uncle just looked at Li Guo, looked at him steadily, sometimes sighed, sometimes shook his head, but just didn't speak.

"What the hell is going on?" Li Guo didn't have a sixth sense, but he intuitively felt that something more than he could bear was about to happen, this feeling was not born but an ability acquired through practice, and he had similar feelings before the frost fell overnight, before he walked to Daddy Zhang's house.

He felt vaguely uneasy.

The uncle took out a bag of silver, which was so heavy that it seemed to smash through the large square table supported by old wood. The bag of silver collided with the wooden table with such a loud noise that Li Guo's ears were dizzy for a few seconds, and he clearly felt that the whole world seemed to shake the moment the silver and the table came into contact.

"W-what does this mean?"

"Nian'er promised to go to Squire Wen's house this morning to be his seventh concubine, and the dowry is twenty taels of silver, ten taels for her father, and ten taels for you." The uncle's words were soft, as if he was also afraid that too heavy a tone would completely destroy this young man's world.

"But, but she promised me, she promised me to go to the county seat with me, and she promised me that I had something to face together!" Li Guo's voice was a little hoarse, like an iron rod slowly pulled out of the sandpaper, and like a stone slowly rubbing against the sand, this voice was miserable, heavy, and with a kind of disbelief and unacceptability peculiar to young people.

The voice grew louder and louder, and he began to roar, and he began to growl, and he began to rage: "How can she be like this, how can she be like this, how can she be like this!" ”

Soon, as if aware of the irreversibility and irresistibility of the matter, this anger turned into lament and sadness in a few breaths, and he whimpered and repeated these words: "She promised me, she said that love is not the same as liking, she said it, she said it......"

Uncle looked at Li Guo with a little pity, and slowly spoke: "She said, love is not the same as liking, she thought about it all night, and finally felt that she liked you, but she didn't love you." ”

"Nope! No! Li Guo roared a little madly: "It's not like this, it's not like this, she loves me, she is a selfish woman, so she will be with me, whether I feel guilty or not!" He rushed out of the room like the wind, with sorrow, with anger, with infinite grief and dashed hope.

The uncle followed him out of the door, watching Li Guo rush away without following. His eyes were cloudy and aging, which was the inevitable result of the wind and sand blowing in Qindi. This old man, who is Lizheng, has seen too many changes and tragedies, and this love tragedy is not in the top three in his memory.

So he just looked at the sand and gravel in the distance that was splashed by his feet and fell rapidly, and the yellow sand that was blown up by the strong wind, sighed softly, and slowly walked back to the house.

He didn't speak again.

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