The autumn breeze is cool and cool, and everything is gloomy.

The flowers withered and withered, and the leaves fell and were lonely. Maybe for some wealthy people it is beautiful, splendid, brilliant.

Especially at the most poignant and mysterious moment of the sunset, and at the moment when the sky and earth are the most crazy and intense, the divine scene of all things cruelly withering and falling may make the strange happiness and joy in their hearts more intense.

The night was deep, and the loneliness was even stronger.

Yang Qing was already gasping, twitching, and trembling around the dying bonfire, and when the autumn wind blew, she would let out a heartbreaking sound of pain.

She was sick.

After no life passed, he took off his cloak, spread her on the ground, picked her up, and put her on it.

Yang Qing smiled, her smile was extremely weak, tired, and extremely lonely and empty.

"You're finally a man, and you know when to do something," she said. ”

His movements are not rude or gentle, just like when eating and drinking.

What he is doing now is very reminiscent of the gentle, housekeeper daughter-in-law rolling dumpling skins......

Yang Qing opened her eyes, looked at her body, and then looked at Wusheng, the look on her face seemed to be very distressed, a kind of extremely helpless distress.

She found that she had really become a rolling pin, and the layers of cloak on her body seemed to be really dough.

She sighed, distressed, and smiled.

Laughing like a child.

Wusheng picked her up, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The dark eyes stared at and poked into the distance like a spear, as if they wanted to poke everything in the distance to death, poke them alive.

It was pitch black in the distance, a lonely, empty pitch black.

She said, "Have you ever taken care of a newborn child before?" ”

"Nope."

Yang Qing smiled and said, "Then why is your cloak so professionally rolled?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "Do you have seven or eight children?" ”

Silent without life.

"Do you wash their diapers every day?"

Silent without life.

"Do you feed them every day?"

Silent without life.

"Do you hug them every day?"

Silent, she walked towards the campfire, and then she approached the campfire as well.

She gritted her teeth, already feeling that her ass was hot, and it was too hot to stand.

So she laughed again, gritted her teeth and smiled, "I won't say anything." ”

Wusheng nodded and left the campfire.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared into his eyes.

The eyes are darker, darker than the night.

She said, "Where are we going now?" ”

Silent, his dark eyes stared at her like spearheads, and poked at the campfire.

She gritted her teeth and pulled her head into his chest, as if distressed and uncomfortable.

Wusheng said: "Go find Lang Zhong." ”

The cottage was filled with all kinds of herbs, so thick that it was disgusting and disgusting.

The thin, fleshless body was simply wearing a light gray robe, and he came over gently, glanced at it and said, "Mrs. Zun is fine, don't worry." ”

In this messy, dimly lit cottage, this man seems to be extremely professional and authentic in his profession.

A pair of gentle and kind eyes caressed Yang Qing's body, showing indescribable pity and concern, he said: "Please wait a while, the humble doctor can go and fry the bowl of medicine for Mrs. Zun." ”

Wusheng said: "Annoying the miracle doctor." ”

Yang Qing looked at his departing back, and there was an indescribable loneliness and emptiness.

Most of the people in the mountains and wilderness may be lonely and empty.

Most of the people who are far away from the world have their own unavoidable suffering, their own unspeakable secrets, sorrows, unspeakable pains and sorrows.

A strong medicinal fragrance was slowly rising behind the cottage, and Yang Qing couldn't help but want to vomit when she smelled it.

She said: "You have to pay for the doctor. ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

"Do you have any money with you?"

"Nope."

"It's immoral not to give money."

"Yes."

"I'll look for it."

Silent and standing like a stone statue.

Yang Qing was already groping, carefully touched her buttocks, and then touched her chest, and then smiled, laughing helplessly.

She looked helplessly at Wusheng.

A mischievous woman will never forget her habitual actions at any time, just as a person far from the mundane will find it funny and funny when he sees any strange thing.

Without saying a word, he turned around, his ass facing her.

Lang Zhong shook his head while laughing while fanning his fan, and then said, "It's fine, wait a minute." ”

Silent without life.

It stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Lang Zhong, who stared and poked the decoction like a spear in his dark eyes, stared and poked him to fry the medicine, then poured it into a bowl and brought it over.

He said, "If Mrs. Zun is already pregnant, drink half a bowl." ”

His words are very authentic and professional, but also very gentle and very caring.

Yang Qing smiled, laughing even more distressed.

Wusheng stared at and poked the bowl like a spear, and said, "It's hard work." ”

Lang Zhong nodded and smiled.

Wusheng took the bowl and looked at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing pinched her nose and said nothing.

Wusheng suddenly drank half a bowl by himself, and then stared at and poked Lang Zhong like a spear, as if he wanted to poke him to death on the ground.

He said, "Are you a rejuvenation medicine flower?" ”

The smile on the man's face suddenly froze and froze to death.

Yihua said: "How do you know that I am Yihua?" ”

Wusheng said: "You told me." ”

Yihua gritted her teeth and stared at him coldly.

Wusheng said: "I have drunk your medicine." ”

"I see it."

"My body has become numb and unconscious, and your purpose has been achieved."

"Yes."

"I'm alive."

"So ......."

"So ......." Before Yihua finished speaking, an extra knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and the knife was shining brightly, poking into the lifeless body.

The medicine flower laughed, laughing madly, viciously, and fiercely.

He drew his knife and poked it in again.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Blood had come out of his body in a frenzied and ferocious manner.

Yihua said: "How is it?" ”

Wusheng said: "It seems that I am going to die at your hands." ”

Yihua nodded and smiled.

As soon as he kicked and flew away, he turned his head to look at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and said, "You are also a flower?" ”

Yihua said: "Yes, it is also Langzhong." ”

"Lang Zhong?"

"So I still have to practice medicine and heal you."

"Are you so kind?"

"It's not a question of whether it's good or not."

As Yihua spoke, her hand had already reached out and tapped a few times on Yang Qing's body. said, "Okay." ”

Yang Qing really got better, stood up, and seemed to have strength in her body again.

She said, "Why did you save me?" ”

"Because I'm Langzhong." Suddenly, he continued, "But I'm also a flower." ”

Yang Qing didn't understand and was silent.

Yihua said: "I will heal you, which is the medical virtue of our Langzhong medicine, and it is also the rule of this industry." ”

"You are a good man, and your medical ethics and rules are well maintained."

"Yes, but I'm also a flower, so ......."

"So you're still going to kill me?"

"Yes, you're smart."

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at him coldly.

Yihua said: "What else do you have to say?" ”

"You don't have a good death."

The doctor laughed and waved her knife.

The sword flashed and pounced on Yang Qing.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, suddenly swept up, and ran out.

The doctor laughed and followed.

When he got outside, he saw a man slowly retract his gun, and then stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The cloak flutters slowly.

Blood was dripping from the tip of the spear.

The pupils of the medical flower suddenly contracted, and the smile on her face suddenly froze and froze to death. said: "You ......." ”

A bloody hole suddenly grew in his chest, a bloody hole, and blood suddenly flew out of it frantically and ferociously.

Lifeless eyes poked him alive like a spear, as if they were going to poke him to death on the ground.

He said, "You are Langzhong, and you want to practice medicine, so I will not kill you." ”

"Yes, now I'm a rejuvenation medicine flower, so I'm ......." ”

Wusheng said: "So you are going to die." ”

Yihua gritted her teeth and said, "Yes." ”

He fell suddenly, motionless.

The autumn breeze is cooler and the fallen leaves are more sluggish.

Yang Qing said: "He's a strange person. ”

Wusheng said: "He is a person with clear grievances. ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes, it's a pity that he is a flower." ”

Wusheng said: "It's more of a person, he has a human touch." ”

"Human?"

"Yes, he has the least human taste."

Yang Qing stopped talking and stared at Wusheng quietly.

Without saying a word, he picked up the medical flower and walked to the grass hall.

Yang Qing said: "You are crazy. ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "You're crazy, what are you going to do?" ”

Wusheng said: "Cremation." ”

A raging fire had risen, and billowing smoke was swaying.

The grass hall of the medicine flower, the ...... of the herbs, everything about him seems to have risen with the smoke, floating out of the sky, floating to the fairyland.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Painful and bleeding in the body...... Nothing seemed to make him succumb or bend.

He stretched out his hands, and Yang Qing jumped in, and then he suddenly fell, gasping, rolling, and then slowly stood up, standing like a stone statue.

There seems to be a kind of person in the world, no matter what difficulties he encounters, no matter how much pain or torture he encounters, he will not be brought down.

His eyes were empty and without a trace of emotion, staring at the fire and smoke like a spear, as if he wanted to poke the burning medical flower inside.

Yang Qing snuggled up to him, wrapping his wounds.

The blood rolling under the blazing fire seemed to be magma spewing out from a volcanic crater, indescribably bright and dazzling.

Yang Qing said: "Do you hurt?" ”

There was no life, and the cold sweat on the corners of his forehead was dripping down.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged him and smiled.

Because she is still alive, people should live as if they are alive, and they should also live with a taste, a human taste.

Wusheng's dark eyes poked at his wound like a spear, and stared at Yang Qing, who was smiling.

He said, "I can't hold you anymore." ”

Yang Qing hugged her tighter and said, "But I'm still safe, aren't I?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"It won't be long before you're still holding me, aren't you?"

Wusheng nodded.

"We still have a long way to go, and I won't walk it alone. Isn't it? ”

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

The smile on Yang Qing's face was even stronger, and she pulled his cloak and followed him.

She didn't want to know where he was going, nor did she want to worry about how difficult it lay ahead, but she just smiled, and she laughed so much that she was delighted.

Wusheng said: "You become very fast. ”

"Where have I changed?"

"You're going to live."

"Is there still knowledge to live?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"People are alive no matter what, but how they live is very different."

"You're saying I'm getting smarter?"

"Yes, you have learned to cherish every moment of your life to enjoy, to enjoy every drop of sweetness and pleasure."

Yang Qing was silent, and the smile on her face became sweeter.