There was no wind, so there was no sound, and the cold, cold wind had been completely blocked out.

Inside is as warm as spring, fresh as summer, and bleak as autumn, there is absolutely no hint of winter, but the color of loneliness is even stronger.

There is a cloud in the Buddhist scriptures: "The flag has not moved, the wind has not blown, it is the human heart itself that moves." ”

---- this is the human heart itself is lonely.

The carriage was still much better than she had imagined.

Daughter red, cut beef, chicken feet in sauce,......, and plenty of fruit.

The carriage is not as spacious as the room, but it is more thoughtful, meticulous and lovely than most rooms in the world.

Yang Qing is still polite, and he doesn't know what politeness is, so he won't be polite, as if he is too lazy to be polite.

The fire in the corner was swaying less enthusiastically and violently than it had been at the beginning, and it looked extremely delicate and weak.

Liu ecstasy held the fire scissors and flicked it a few times, and the furnace fire suddenly burned enthusiastically and violently, but it would not last, the delicate and powerless would come sooner or later, and the powerlessness and Xiao Suo would also be entangled.

She leaned on the side after a few flicks, staring at the fire, staring silently, as if staring at the passionate, fiery burning of the fire, burning with joy and excitement inside.

Maybe she seems to have a lot of sadness in her heart, a lot of things that she can't confide, as if she can only gently talk to the flickering fire.

The fire was blazing, her face was extremely ruddy and bright, but her eyes were indescribably weak and delicate.

Yang Qing was already drunk, her eyes were extremely bright, but what she saw seemed extremely hazy and blurry.

But she didn't stop, because she wasn't comfortable enough, she wasn't addicted, so she had to continue.

She was already staring at the willow ecstasy, and the willow ecstasy lowered her head and stared at her hands.

"I don't understand."

Liu ecstasy glanced at Yang Qing and lowered his head again.

"What don't you understand?"

"Are you a prodigal son?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you drink?"

"I'm embarrassed to drink with you."

Yang Qing already had a smile in his eyes, but his eyes narrowed even smaller, and he was already staring hard.

"Why are you embarrassed to drink with me, are you afraid of me?"

"Yes, I can't drink when I see you drinking, and I don't know how to drink."

This compliment is not very clever, but it is true.

Sometimes it's really not as good as a real statement to boast about others.

Yang Qing already smiled.

"You can drink it from a small wine cup."

"I'm sorry, I'm going to blush."

"Drinking alone is even more awkward than sleeping alone."

Liu Ecstasy smiled and was silent.

Drunk is big, the meaning of this is not false at all, and there is always some truth in what people who are not drunk when they are not drunk.

Sometimes the words spoken are even more thought-provoking than in the book.

"You just drink with me, it's okay to sleep alone, if you drink alone, it's really uncomfortable, it's really terrible."

Her words seemed to be really fatal, and she looked as if she was really going to lose her life.

Liu Ecstasy smiled, staring at her with a smile.

Gritting his teeth slightly, he lowered his head again, as if he was contemplating, as if he had done nothing.

Yang Qing stared at her, and the corners of her mouth were already sad. "If you don't come, I'll curse you if you can't find your husband."

Liu was silent and did not move, but he was already wheezing.

It's just that I don't know if it's an uncomfortable breather? Or a respite of joy? Or teasing respite? No one can see, no one can see.

Because when she has strange emotions on her face, most of them hang their heads.

Yang Qing took a sip of wine, already gasping.

Her emotions will not be hidden, they will be revealed all the time, revealing her joy, happiness, pain, sadness .......

She didn't feel that these needed to be hidden, because hiding them would not only make her awkward, but also make others uncomfortable, and make her mysterious and mysterious, and she might be more tired than she imagined, and maybe she would be like a cow in the ground, and she would be exhausted to death.

Maybe you can't see it in a day or two, but sooner or later it will be like this, sooner or later you will collapse and go crazy, and the reason why you don't collapse and go crazy is because you are not tired to the limit, and when you are tired to the limit, you will go crazy and collapse, this is not the truth, maybe it is more real and effective than the truth.

She took a sip of wine and stared at Liu Ecstasy quietly.

Quietly sighing, quietly admiring her.

No matter what this woman does, there is a kind of extreme temptation and ecstasy in every corner of her body, a maturity that can make the rootless prodigal son wandering in the rivers and lakes give birth to pity and love.

This kind of maturity is not done with rouge pollen, gold and silver jewelry, ornate clothes...... What can be set off is not something that every woman can learn if she wants to, and of course it is not artificial.

So Yang Qing was sighing, sighing and handing the wine cup to Liu Ecstasy.

Liu ecstasy did not refuse, staring at the wine jar, the wine jar was gently tilted, and the elixir flowed out of the elixir, flowing into the wine cup, just full, not flowing out, not ruining a little.

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing with a smile, her gaze was indescribably gentle, ecstatic and mature.

"It seems that you are really not drunk with a thousand cups, and ten thousand altars are not falling."

Yang Qing smiled, proud, cheerful and crazy.

She was more pleased to hear others compliment her on her drinking, than she was to praise her beauty.

She laughed like a child.

"Do you see that I pour wine very steadily?"

"It's not much that you can drink so much wine and still have such a steady hand."

Yang Qing's smile deepened.

"Actually, you're wrong, if I hadn't drunk so much, my hands wouldn't have been so steady."

Liu ecstasy also had a smile on his face.

"When you're not drinking, your hands aren't so steady?"

"Yes."

"It seems that you are not only a complete drunkard, but also have a lot of problems with you."

"Yes."

Liu Xisoul took the wine cup, drank it all, and his face turned red.

Yang Qing smiled, "After a woman drinks, she is very beautiful, and your face is ......." ”

Liu was silent.

"Your face is like an apple, red and seductive."

Liu Ecstasy smiled.

Yang Qing sent down the wine jar, close to her face, closer and closer.

Liu Ecstasy suddenly stared at her, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Kiss you."

"You have this problem?"

Yang Qing smiled, "People who have drunk are not people, they are drunkards, and there are many problems with alcoholics." ”

As she spoke, she leaned over to the willow ecstasy.

The smile on Liu Ecstasy's face became thicker and redder.

She gently pushed her away, "It seems that there are indeed ghosts in wine." ”

"Wine can make ghosts?"

Liu Ecstasy stopped talking, pushing her into lifelessness.

It stood upright like a lifeless stone statue, motionless like a stone statue.

His eyes were still empty, without a trace of emotion, staring and poking ahead like a spear.

Yang Qing stared at him, then lowered her head and said nothing, but her face was already red.

Liu ecstasy smiled, smiled and opened the thick curtain, and a person stood outside.

A short, lean old coachman.

He was waiting outside.

Liu Ecstasy smiled, "Have you waited a long time?" ”

"Yes."

"Know I'm going to ask you to be a coachman?"

The man smiled, and a dumb smile appeared on his demented face.

"Yes."

"You're not stupid."

"Yes."

"So you come up and be a coachman."

Willow Ecstasy had handed him the whip.

So he took the whip and came up to drive the horse, and the carriage was as fast as it flew without a jolt.

Yang Qing put down the wine jar and leaned in the corner, already panting, as if she was tired.

"You didn't tell him where to go."

Liu ecstasy smiled, "He's an old coachman and knows the rules. ”

"What rules?"

"Wandering around during the day, and going to inns and restaurants at night."

Yang Qing was silent, struggled to stand up, opened the curtain, and stared outside. She didn't seem to be at ease, as if she was afraid that she would sell herself.

Outside, the white clouds are fluttering, and the chill is longitudinal.

Trees on both sides of the road frantically rushed to the back.

The dead leaves on it have almost fallen, bare, and even more depressed and lonely.

Everything seems very ordinary.

Yang Qing was about to retract her gaze, but saw a strange thing.

A man with a wheel in his arms ran ahead and pulled the horse.

The carriage came to a stop.

The man stared at the coachman, "Your wheel has dropped, so I'm pulling the horse." ”

He spoke extremely seriously, and his face looked serious.

The old coachman looked at the carriage, and it was missing a wheel.

His eyes were already trembling, and his demented face was already showing panic and fear.

He screamed and threw the whip away, and then disappeared.

He had slipped away.

Yang Qing couldn't laugh anymore, and her body had shrunk back into the carriage.

Look at lifeless.

Standing upright like a living stone statue, he walked out like a stone statue.

Staring at this man. "Can you fix cars?"

"It's not good at repairing cars, but it's good at dismantling cars."

Lifeless' empty eyes were already staring and poking at this man like spearheads.

"You look better with a big knife in your hand than with a wheel."

The man laughed, "I've removed the wheels of the carriage, aren't you angry at all?" ”

Speechless, not angry, not angry, and even more lazy to be angry.

"Why don't you come and tear my life down?"

When this sentence was said, Yang Qing was taken aback.

She stared at the willow ecstasy, who had lowered her head and did not react, as if she was tired and weak, and was about to fall asleep.

Who is this man? Why are you here? How can there be wheels in your hands? Who's in the car? Is it in this car? ......。

Yang Qing walked over, held the cloak, and stared at the man.

This person is nine feet long, his beard is two feet long, his face is like a heavy jujube, his lips are like grease, his eyes are red, and his eyebrows are lying silkworms.

The appearance is dignified and majestic.

The man stared at Wusheng, "The carriage has no wheels, why doesn't it fall?" ”

Silent without life.

"Because someone held the carriage up."

"Why do you want to hold on?"

"Because if you don't hold on, you'll fall."

"Why did you fall?"

The man was speechless, for the carriage would not stand without wheels.

This sentence was not said, because there was no need to say it, let alone ask.

But he had already asked.

When he asked, he had to answer, but he didn't answer, he was already looking at lifeless, as if he was peeping at his thoughts.

Wusheng didn't move, and his eyes didn't move.

The man was a little confused, "If you don't hold back, you will fall." ”

"Why don't you try it and see if the carriage will fall?"

The man waved his hand, and more than a dozen burly and powerful men let go of their hands and stood aside.

Then everyone was stunned.

The carriage did not fall, as if there was an invisible wheel underneath.

The steady carriage did not move or shake.

The people above didn't move, not even the eyes had a trace of abnormality, and there was no trace of emotion in the emptiness.

The man wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

No one could laugh, and the tip of the nose of more than a dozen burly and strong men on the side was already dripping with cold sweat.

It's weird, but it's not magic?

Those who can cultivate their internal strength to this level are not gods, but also gods.

Wusheng did not move, the wound on his back had slowly cracked, and blood slowly flowed out.

The breeze is soft, and the cloak flutters slowly.

Drops of blood swayed in the wind and fell to the ground.

Didn't move, didn't speak.

There seemed to be a sound of blood left between heaven and earth, and drops of blood rolled down to the ground, making a low and light sound, as if it was the grief and grief of the terrible ghosts in hell after being tortured in all kinds of ways, a kind of extremely prostration, extremely powerless scream.