The cold rain has disappeared, and the cold wind has gradually drifted up.

The white clouds under the sky are long.

Her eyes had fallen to the sky, and only white clouds fluttered and swayed in the sky, as if swaying her loneliness and emptiness.

The earth was silent, and even the yellow leaves seemed quiet when they touched the ground.

The cold wind gusted, and it also carried the smell of withered and withered leaves on the top of the distant mountains.

She stared at the sky, the sky was blue, the white clouds were fluttering, and her soul seemed to be fluttering.

The temple was quiet.

They all seem to have a lot of questions, a lot of questions, and a lot of answers.

But no one asked, and no one answered.

Yang Qing's face was filled with joy and joy, no matter who he was, he could see that he was forcing himself to rejoice and joy, just like a hungry person who forced himself to eat food that was difficult to swallow and had to swallow it, which felt extremely bitter and desolate.

Perhaps sometimes it is inevitable to encounter such suffering, desolation, and there is no escape from it, nor can it be silenced.

Liu Ecstasy still hung his head, as if he was contemplating, as if he was running away from something.

The body was still cowering in the cold, hard corner, twitching slightly.

No one knows what she's jerking? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Or fear?

Her secret is only known to herself, not to be shared with others.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The empty eyes have fallen into the distance.

The sun is already setting in the distance, the sunset is broken, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The bloody remnant sun was already hanging low, and the shadows of the trees had been stretched long, long.

The blood on the earth had been washed away, but the rain that flowed became redder, as if it were redder than blood.

His eyes seemed to have been dyed red by the remnant sun, and his body and life seemed to have been dyed red.

The carriage was still inside, and the two horses were neighing.

A person slowly walked out outside.

The demented face is extremely sluggish and honest, staring at Wusheng with dementia and smiling dementia.

Dementia is silent, waiting.

This man was the short, lean old coachman.

He has returned.

Lifeless eyes had fallen on his body, and the demented body had not moved, already waiting.

"You're an old coachman?"

"Yes."

"Know the rules?"

"Yes."

"Then you come and catch the car."

"Okay."

The world is lonely, and the remnant sun is bleak.

The carriage was already hurtling through the mud, and the mud and rain shook and tossed high and fell.

Yang Qing caressed the stone statue-like body, the wound was still very fragile, and it would easily collapse at any time.

"Are you dumb?"

Silent without life.

"Why don't you talk to us?"

Silent without life.

"If you say it well, we'll both do you a favor."

Speechless, already sighing.

"We'll give you good benefits."

Speechless, he turned around.

Yang Qing laughed, and sometimes she couldn't help but tease him.

Although this man stood upright like a stone statue and was silent like a stone statue, he was not deaf, and as long as he was not deaf, he could hear and speak.

She can tell about her loneliness and emptiness.

What's the harm in playing the piano even to the cow? It's a lot better than facing a cold, hard wall.

If a person is really lonely and empty, he will be like this, so that he tells everything without a trace of moral bottom line.

Yang Qing is lonely and empty.

A woman in her thirties, with no family, no lover, no ideal......s, almost nothing, but not nothing, at least loneliness and emptiness.

What a terrible loneliness, emptiness.

Yang Qing sighed and stared at Liu Ecstasy.

Willow ecstasy hasn't changed much.

Reclining in the corner, hanging his head, motionless.

It seems to have merged with loneliness and emptiness, as if it has been enjoying the fun and pleasure inside, and savoring the stimulation and impact.

No one saw her face, no one could see the expression on that face.

Yang Qing caressed her delicate, quiet body, "Can you make a fist?" ”

Liu Ecstasy looked up and smiled.

There is no laughter, but the laughter is very strong, a joyful, joyful smile.

"No, it won't."

Yang Qing looked disappointed.

"What will you play?"

Liu's ecstatic eyes had fallen on Yang Qing's face, indescribably seductive and ecstatic.

"You're going to gamble?"

Yang Qing nodded.

Liu ecstasy lowered his head and was silent.

This action simply made Yang Qing smile bitterly.

This action obviously tells others that they don't like this.

So Yang Qing turned around, took Wusheng's hand, jumped gently, and screamed softly.

"Heavenly spirit, earth spirit, is it okay to speak?"

Speechless, unmoving.

It seems to have become numb and habitual.

"Heavenly spirit, earth spirit, is it okay to speak?"

Liu ecstasy didn't raise his head, but he was already wheezing, delicately grasping the root of his ear, as if it was very itchy.

Yang Qing smiled.

No one said where the car went? Where to eat dinner at night? Where do you sleep?

Yang Qing wanted to ask, but she didn't ask, because she asked in vain.

It's the same everywhere, everywhere is the rivers and lakes, and everywhere are the people of the rivers and lakes.

She seemed to get used to it.

The carriage had stopped, and the two horses were already treading through the mud, gasping and neighing.

The thick curtain has been drawn.

The old coachman bowed down respectfully and spoke respectfully. "This is the mansion of Xiao Mengwei in the rivers and lakes."

The courtyard was lonely, the dead leaves on the trees had fallen, and the bare branches looked extremely desolate and indifferent.

The sun has fallen, the heavens and the earth have gradually dimmed, and the night has gradually drifted.

In the distance, smoke was already rising from the rooftop, drifting into the distance.

It may not be very rich, but it is very welcoming.

The wind is soft, and the chill is not strong.

His gray robe fluttered, and his smile fluttered.

His hair was already gray, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be filled with the hospitality and warmth of his life.

He came over and bowed gently, "It is an honor for the distinguished guests to arrive." ”

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

"In Xia Xiao Meng, Your Excellency is a spear god without life?"

Wusheng nodded, "Where you are disturbed, I hope to be tolerant." ”

Xiao Meng smiled, staring at the lifeless body and the gun in his hand with a smile.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

"If you are happy, if you don't take care of it, you can still look at Haihan." Xiao Meng's smile was even stronger, "Please." ”

His words were very polite and thoughtful, and his actions were also very thoughtful.

Xiao Meng Wei walked in front, and they followed behind.

Yang Qing held the cloak and stared at the grass and trees here.

She found it deserted and quiet. Calm and quiet, it is not like a place frequented by people in the rivers and lakes.

It's more like a monk's monastery.

Xiao Meng Wei seemed to have seen through her heart, and smiled, "This may be the quietest place in the rivers and lakes." ”

The words in his mouth were very calm and light, but there was an indescribable gloomy and lonely color.

Yang Qing smiled and lowered her head, silent.

She hoped that the night would be quiet as well, and that nothing special would happen.

But most of one's hopes will not come true.