Chapter 127: The Kingfisher Cries

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"He must like her very much. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "There was such a sentence fluttering from the red mist, and the tone was really the lament of the girl in the deep boudoir, I don't know where the killing spirit of the battlefield is now?

Xia He glanced at it, but he still couldn't see through the appearance of the woman in the red mist.

But the girl's mind wrapped in red mist was so pitiful, Xia He couldn't see it, but he still thought about it.

Isn't there a woman who is as red as blood and like a red mist with red makeup just behind a woman who bows her head and weeps?

"Tell me their story. ”

Even if a hundred years have passed, even if the female general who was on the battlefield back then, wearing red clothes and red makeup, she still looks like other girls who have not yet come out of the cabinet.

Although the woman asked, Xia He didn't know where to start.

As he thought, that ordinary desert woman, that is, his great-grandmother, was just an ordinary person, and what was there to talk about in ordinary people's lives except for those trivial things about tea, rice, oil, and salt

And General Xia, who was with ordinary people, seemed to have been assimilated by ordinary life, and had become an ordinary Da Yin man in the wasteland.

Ordinary life, and ordinary women, and an equally ordinary man.

Such a story is like a novel without any highlights, no one wants to listen to it, and no one cares too much.

But even so, Xia He still had to say it, and he still had to say it, not only because of the request of the woman in the red mist, but also because he wanted to say it himself.

Because he wants to send the woman into reincarnation, because he wants his sister and half of his friends to survive, because he doesn't want any more accidents to happen, because he doesn't want the one-eyed fish hidden somewhere to come out again......

He could find countless reasons like this, but he couldn't find so many reasons to let go of the woman, or even the two people before.

It's a simple matter of numbers, with more reasons and fewer reasons, and the only way to do it is to choose things that have more reasons to do.

If everything in the world could be solved simply enough to be solved with more and less, then there would be a lot less troubles in the world, and there would be less guilt when I wanted to come to Xia He to send those souls away.

At least it won't be as tight as he is now.

Some things still have to be done.

Xia He still has to say it, even if it is just a period of no passion, no killing, and no even fluctuating emotions, Xia He still has to say it, even if it is a story made up.

"They met in a meadow, a meadow where a lot of fat sheep grow......"

Xia He told it very seriously, and he was making up a story very seriously, a warm story. The red mist that turned into a woman's body was also listening very carefully, and the roars from other unconscious souls that had not been interrupted from the red mist seemed to have quieted down a lot at this time, maybe they didn't mind hearing stories about no battlefields and no blood.

"Later, they gave birth to a son, also surnamed Xia ......"

Xia He still spoke seriously, and he made it up very seriously.

The woman in the red mist didn't interrupt him, just stretched out a hand, held her chin, looked at the white, she looked very attentive, she didn't seem to listen to Xia He's story anymore, she seemed to have traveled the world, but the melancholy clouds that had been lingering around her and had not dispersed still said her thoughts.

"Then, they moved to a city called Bianya, which was not a city at that time, but a small village, and later this village became a big city, called Xia Cheng......"

Xia He said a lot, from the time they met, to the birth of children, to the later start of a fur merchant's family business, and then to the death of the ordinary wasteland woman in the back.

Xia He said seriously, those true and false stories are a simple but warm story.

There is no deliberate rendering of the atmosphere, nor is there any deliberate elongation of the story.

Xia He just said it simply, he knew very well that only the simpler the story would be convincing, and only the more warm the story would be moving, but the warmth of two people sometimes for another person who did not belong to their world, the warmth and touching were more like tea urging people to leave quickly, and more like poison to send people on the road.

Especially for infatuated people, especially for infatuated women.

“...... Since then, my great-grandfather has lived with the lamb alone, and he has always been with the lamb as his great-grandmother......

Maybe there is no such little lamb, and there may not be such a lamb in the real world that pins the old man's thoughts, maybe Xia He just made up a little lamb.

In short, the woman took it seriously, and the woman who was true didn't have the heart to speak again.

The invisible eyes contain tears, but the love for the dead man is deep.

Finally, the story in Xia He's mouth finally ended, ending with a simple funeral in the wasteland, and Xia He also closed his mouth, waiting for something.

What he wants to wait for is for the red mist to dissipate, to see the outside world again, to see his sister.

But he didn't wait for what he wanted, what he waited for was the red mist that was about to dissipate, and a light, faint and intermittent question.

"Then did he say ten thousand years...... His favorite color?"

This was the last thing the woman asked, perhaps representing a promise that made her so happy, of course Xia He didn't know that promise, and he didn't know what kind of color his great-grandfather would like.

So he didn't answer, just stared at the red mist in front of him, who could barely maintain the girl's figure, and didn't say anything, just said everything.

To the woman, not saying anything means forgetting everything.

The woman smiled miserably, and no one saw it.

If you can still cry, then you should be able to soak the woman's eyes, you should be able to dye the red dress all over your body, and you should be able to make red makeup all over the face.

It's a pity that she doesn't have anything, her lover doesn't, she doesn't have red clothes, and she doesn't have red makeup.

She ended up with nothing.

There are countless sad things in the world, and death may be a sad thing for many people, but before you die, you find that you have nothing, so is death itself still a sad thing?

Xia He died, but he never lost everything.

The woman in front of her is dying, and she should have a greater grief than death itself.

It was still a gust of wind, and the third wind, like the first two times, came with nothing, and left with something.

The red mist finally stopped changing, and turned into a real humanoid fog.

There was another voice added to the roar in the red mist, the voice of a woman without emotion and consciousness, although the voice was not as sad as before, but it was still very good, like the song of a kingfisher.

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