The sun is cold, weak, without a trace of heat, disgusting, and tiresome.

It's a long road, and it's dusty.

Pieces of dead leaves fall, looking extremely lonely and quiet.

Yang Qing picked up a withered leaf and teased the child in her arms, indescribable joy and joy, she took the child, not seriously, as if she was playing with the child, and the more she played, the more comfortable she became, the more enjoyable she became, the child was also laughing, and her saliva kept flowing out.

The maple leaf is obviously withered and worn, but it has an extraordinary charm and magic.

Joyful laughter does not last, just as a person's stomach will be hungry sooner or later, her stomach is already screaming, as if it is about to rebel, the child's smile slowly disappears, the bitter cry gradually sublimates, joy quietly turns into sadness, saliva quietly turns into tears, a distressing and disgusting tear.

She was holding the dead leaves and shaking, her body was shaking, and her voice was shaking.

"Heavenly spirit, earth spirit, don't cry or cry, you can't do it,......, heaven spirit, earth spirit, don't cry, don't cry, you can't do it......."

Yang Qing seemed to be about to take it anymore, she had tried all the methods to coax, but it didn't work, all the strange moves to try, but they didn't work.

The child will not be able to go on the road, and her person is gradually going crazy, and she is gradually about to collapse and collapse.

She stared at the child, and the child stared at her, and frantically wept.

A baby in swaddling clothes is sometimes a toy, a toy that can fill you with joy and joy, a toy that is easy to play with but not tired, and it is easy to get started and more addictive, which is the enjoyment that can be enjoyed in the case of being able to play and play well.

If you don't play well, if you play badly, the situation will be very different, it will be very bad, it will be very bad, and then maybe someone will choose to go to the eighteen layers of hell, and they will not want to face and endure this terrible and terrifying cry.

The only ones in the world who have the ability and courage to endure this cry are mothers, who not only have to endure, but also sacrifice, desperately sacrifice, never-ending sacrifice, sacrifice this, sacrifice that, until the child in their arms grows up and matures, and then quietly watch being picked by others and enjoyed by others, and what about themselves? I can only quietly and faintly reminisce and chew, reminisce and chew day and night, the torment of hell and the bliss of heaven all the time.

......。

Yang Qing's head was already hanging down and swaying due to weakness and collapse, and even gasping for breath became extremely lacking.

"I can't do it anymore."

Silent without life.

"I really can't."

Silent without life.

"You breastfeed, I'll wash diapers."

Silent without life.

Yang Qing's heart seemed to be broken by the child's crying, and she was already wheezing.

"You come to feed, I really can't do this."

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qingjiao smiled, her coquettish laughter was also extremely tired and weak.

"Daddy, I really can't do it."

There was no life, a longer sigh, and he stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Then he turned around like a stone statue and held out his hands.

There was already a smile in Yang Qing's eyes.

"Daddy, you're such a good man."

Speechless, his empty eyes without a trace of emotion, staring and poking ahead like a gun.

There was a fruit stand in front of him, and he had walked to the fruit stand, standing like a stone statue, and suddenly his hand stretched out, and an apple suddenly floated in.

Holding the apple in his hand, the juice flowed out and dripped into the child's mouth, and the child was not crying, nor did he have time to cry, and gradually seemed to have forgotten to cry.

Yang Qing couldn't believe that this stone-like man would actually make this move.

"Did you give birth to seventeen or eighteen children?"

Silent without life.

"Why do you study children so much?"

Silent without life.

"Have you washed a lot of diapers?"

Silent without life.

The child stopped crying and returned to Yang Qing's arms.

Xinglong Inn may not be hell, there are no corpses left, the blood path on the ground has been wiped clean, the counter has been replaced with a new one, the people have been replaced with a new one, everything seems extremely normal, as if nothing had happened.

But who knows how many extraordinary things are behind this ordinary, and no one sees them, just like their corpses, which have soon been submerged by the earth, and no one mentions or asks about them.

It's still extremely prosperous and extremely busy.

There was not much less of a horse outside.

The upstairs private room did not insult the word Ya, not only should there be, but also boutique.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, standing in front of the window, and his eyes had drifted into the distance.

In the distance, the wind is still blowing, and the dead leaves are fluttering.

The dead leaves don't know when or where they've gone.

Floating endlessly, like a prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, he doesn't know what to do, living and dying indiscriminately.

The sun has set and the night has fallen.

No wind, no moon, no stars.

There is only darkness under the sky, just like an amorous and pure girl, there is only a gentle lover in her heart, and she can't accommodate other men, and the gentle lover not only occupies her body, but also seems to occupy her soul.

The color of loneliness between heaven and earth is thicker, the color of cold is fluttering, there is no wind, and there is no sound.

The cold, hard streets seemed extremely lonely, empty, and dilapidated.

A couple in the back kitchen looked extremely tired and weak, and the hard work of the day had tormented them without a trace of vitality, and there was no trace of brilliance on their faces, as if they were no longer able to enjoy life, to enjoy the excitement and pleasure, so they hugged each other and fell on the bed, wasting their time, and hurriedly fell into a dream.

But they soon woke up.

The daughter-in-law was already hiding behind her husband, her body was twitching and trembling, and although the husband was trying his best to control himself, his eyes were already showing indescribable panic and fear.

Not far away, a man stood like a stone statue, his body straighter than the gun in his hand.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

There was no emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking at them like a spear.

The husband's mouth was open, but he didn't know what to say.

Yang Qing walked over with a smile.

"There are only two husbands and wives in your family?"

They nodded.

"No children?"

They nodded.

"Do you really want a baby?"

Not only did they nod their heads, but their eyes grew brighter.

Yang Qing gave the child to them, smiled and gave a stack of silver tickets.

The daughter-in-law happily hugged the child, and the husband looked at the silver ticket and suddenly fell down.

He may not be able to make money without eating or drinking all his life.

Yang Qing looked at the excitement and cheerful smiles on their faces, and knew that they had obtained what they had asked for in their lives, and that life was only joyful and joyful, and would not be lonely and quiet.

But what about herself?

Her tears had flowed, tears of great joy and helplessness.

She suddenly jumped into the arms of the lifeless, unwilling to stick her head out, unwilling to reveal her sorrow.

Silent without life.

The daughter-in-law grabbed the silver ticket and smashed it into her husband's crotch, and the husband suddenly jumped up, but there was no trace of pain on his face.

"Look at you, it's so useless."

The husband's face was shaking with excessive joy, and he didn't know how to thank him.

But he had already walked over.

Without saying a word, he turned around, and a light smoke swept up into the night.

Boundless night, never-ending pitch black.

Suddenly they had been blackened by the night, and they had been drowned in pitch black.

The night is getting darker, the chill is cooler, and the loneliness is thicker.

There is no wind, and there is an indescribable emptiness and dead silence between heaven and earth.

The fire has gradually been extinguished, and the wisps of flame are still writhing violently, writhing their own excitement and passion.

Yang Qing woke up from her sleep, walked to the fire, and stirred the fire, the flame writhed more violently and frantically, and then the chill in her body gradually disappeared, becoming extremely warm and comfortable.

But there was not a hint of a smile in her eyes.

She walked towards Lifeless, her cloak fastened, and hugged him tightly.

Wait until your body is no longer twitching and your breathing gradually subsides, then you quietly stare at him, staring into his eyes.

The dark eyes were hollow and empty, without a trace of emotion, as if they were darker than the night and more emotionless than the earth.

"You ......."

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, caressing her hair.

"What do you want to say?"

"Why don't you let me take the kids?"

"They need children more than you, and they will cherish, care for and love children more than you."

Yang Qing was silent.

"That's the shouting."

Yang Qing didn't understand and didn't speak.

"It is their way to happiness, and people should have the way to be happy when they live."

Yang Qing was silent, she was powerless to refute.

"You're young, and they need it more than you do."

Yang Qing was silent.

No life has sighed again.

"To live, there must be a way."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone's pursuit is different, so the way of the heart is also different."

"And what is your way?"

Speechless, his eyes staring at and poking at his own gun, the pitch-black gun.

Integrity, unyielding, pitch black without a trace of emotion, nothing.

What is His Word?

The duel took possession not only of his body, but also of his soul.

Wusheng took down the roasted pheasant, handed it to Yang Qing, and stood upright like a stone statue, staring and poking at the sky like a spear, the sky was pitch black, as if he wanted to pierce the sky alive and poke it to death.

Yang Qing's eyes were already full of joy.

She ate slowly, quietly watching Wusheng.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

Silent without life.

"Are you in trouble?"

Silent without life.

"Why are you always in a daze?"

Silent without life.

Yang Qing shook her head, her face looking indescribably distressed and boring.

"Actually, I know if you don't say it."

Silent without life.

"Are you thinking about the moonlight?"

Speechless, already sighing.

"Thinking about the flowers under the moonlight, the moon dragon flower?"

Silent without life.

"Have you changed?"

"I haven't changed, my heart is still the same."

As he spoke, he turned around and pointed his butt at Yang Qing, as if he didn't want to say any more.

He was still standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The eyes were still pitch black, even darker than the night, empty without a trace of emotion, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

There seem to be thousands of flowers writhing in the distance, competing for strange and beautiful, mysterious and strange .......

There seemed to be a ribbon fluttering in the distance.

The pink ribbon seemed to be writhing and shaking violently and frantically, as if it was a rattlesnake in passion and excitement, as if it was about to shake to death and twist out all the loneliness, emptiness, and indescribable ecstasy.

What it brings to others is only parting, the parting of the body, the parting of life, and the parting of eternity.

The strange and mysterious parting seems to be a kind of spell, a spell descended by the demons.

Evil curses, poisonous curses, evil curses.

Parting spell.