The red face is gone.

An oil lamp hung from the cold, dark, indifferent wall, and the light was already writhing.

But I don't know if it is sighing deeply for Hongyan or mourning goodbye, the old coachman walked in and stared at the willow ecstasy.

When he stared at the willow ecstasy, his face became very strange, and he didn't know whether it was awe, pity, or joy, but he quickly lowered his head.

Walking towards the willow ecstasy, he stood stupidly, without speaking.

Liu Ecstasy looked up and saw him, and smiled, "It's okay if you're okay." ”

The old coachman nodded.

Liu Yijing patted him on the shoulder, "You are an old coachman, Jianghu Road needs an old coachman like you." ”

The old coachman nodded.

She smiled charmingly and ecstatically, but her words seemed concerned and bleak.

Her eyes had fallen to the bones, and she had no expression.

The old coachman seemed to know her heart.

He placed the bones of the cell boss on the coffin, and the half-bloody bones on the coffin.

Liu ecstasy nodded.

The old coachman walked over, hung his head, and stood demented.

Neither speaking nor moving, it is as if a faithful hound rests on its master's side.

Liu Ecstasy pointed to the pool of blood, and the old coachman turned around and looked at the pool of blood.

He looked at the battle book in the pool of blood, and his demented expression flashed with a look of fear, but when he turned around and faced Liu Ecstasy, he became demented again.

There is no fear of dementia.

Liu ecstasy stared at the pool of blood, "A piece of paper can solve the red face of one of the three reds, don't you think it's terrible?" ”

The old coachman nodded.

Liu Ecstasy smiled and walked into the carriage with a smile.

The old coachman nodded.

Yang Qing stared at Liu Ecstasy and walked in, feeling inexplicably uneasy in her heart.

What is his relationship with the old coachman? Why did you tell him about it?

Why does he come over every time? The demented face occasionally smiled, smiling sluggishly and honestly.

The cars are no different, the people haven't changed, everything looks normal, the same as a few days ago.

The carriage was extremely quiet and extremely warm.

Liu ecstasy leaned in the corner of the wall, hanging his head, as if he had fallen asleep.

What about lifeless?

Yang Qing took a sip of wine, and her mouth seemed to be bitter, so bitter that it made her stomach.

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

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, and had a lot of things to say in her heart, but she didn't know how to say them.

No one will live like this, only she herself is like this, no one has changed, only she herself has changed.

Maybe it's that no one hasn't changed, they're all changing, only she hasn't changed.

She still remembers the words in her cell vividly.

Are they friends? Is it a kinship? Or is it a relationship within an organization? ......。

Yang Qing lowered her head and stared at the wine jar, the ripples in the wine jar were swaying, she saw her face, and the sadness and loneliness on her face were also swaying.

She realized she was going crazy.

At this moment, she suddenly saw Wusheng's gaze drift over.

His gaze was also as cold and unforgiving as a stone statue, and she stared at the lifeless.

Her chest was gradually rising and falling, and her eyes were already flickering, flashing with the fear deep in her heart.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, with its hand outstretched.

She threw herself into the lifeless chest, and she found that her body was shaking more violently and fiercely, like the waves under the wind, the waves rose and fell, and beat the shore one after another, as if to tell the shore about her loneliness and sadness, her desolation and sorrow.

She's the same, too.

The ups and downs of the human heart are sometimes more violent and fierce than the ups and downs of the waves, and they are also more tragic and miserable.

But can Wusheng understand what she feels in her heart?

She was silent and unwilling to move, but she was still moving.

Dithering.

There is no life and no speech, but it is already sighing.

Is he sighing for Yang Qing? Deeply saddened by this woman who was tormented and hit by fate?

If he is like this, he has feelings, and if he has feelings, he must show them, and if he doesn't want to show them, he can't do it, this is the nature of human beings.

But why is his face still as hard, cold, and heartless as a stone statue?

Perhaps his hardness shows that he will not fall down under any torture or blow, and that indifference may be due to the fact that his past was extremely lonely, lonely, extremely desolate, and extremely painful; And that kind of ruthlessness may be that he has no feelings, and the absence of feelings does not mean that he is ruthless, ruthlessness and ruthlessness are two different things, two different thoughts, two different lives.

The fire swayed gently, and the drinks on the table remained, nothing changed.

Maybe she's the only one who has changed.

When her trembling gradually subsided, her expression gradually stabilized, and the fear in her eyes gradually disappeared, Wusheng stared at her.

"You have a lot on your mind?"

Yang Qing nodded, already gasping.

She gasped deeply, but the corners of her mouth became more stiff.

Wusheng sighed, "Are you not used to the rivers and lakes?" ”

Yang Qing was silent, and she didn't dare to shake her head.

She just stared at the lifeless silently, staring at the lifeless eyes, the empty eyes, without a trace of emotion.

The light of the furnace fire flickered in his eyes, as if it was a jewel in hell slowly fluttering ghostly fire, not earthly fireworks.

"Are you tired of this river?"

Yang Qing gasped, no longer daring to stare at Wusheng, and simply fell down on his body, a hard and indifferent body like a stone statue, standing motionless.

Wusheng was already sighing, "Maybe you ......." ”

Yang Qing suddenly covered his mouth, and the stone-like mouth was no longer spoken.

She knew what he wanted to say, what he wanted to tell her, and maybe what decision he would tell her.

So she covered his mouth and couldn't let him continue.

Yang Qing struggled to control himself, leaving his body and drinking slowly.

The wine has gradually drifted up, and the color of loneliness has gradually become more intense.

Then she tried her best to drink as much as she could, and then she gradually lost her loneliness, and the color of loneliness gradually seemed to have been overturned by the work of soju.

She fell on the table, unmoved, as if unwilling to move.

The wheezing sound gradually became thin and flat, and the body gradually became extremely weak and tired, and gradually collapsed on the table and did not move.

Wusheng stirred the fire with fire scissors, and the fire indulged, and the warm color became more intense.

At this time, Liu Ecstasy stared at his face.

Staring at the stone-like body, the stone-like cheeks, the stone-like without a trace of emotion.

No matter what kind of woman she is, it's hard to like a man like this, and the cold and boring one seems to be a stone.

Wusheng was also staring at her.

The two of them seem to be two very different people, but they have a very similar thing.

The lifeless body is as hard, cold, and ruthless as a stone statue, but Liu Ecstasy is the opposite, her body is delicate, gentle, and ecstasy.

One is extremely hard, and the other is extremely soft like water.

It was difficult to meet these two kinds of people in those days, and it was hard to imagine what it would be like for these two people to be together.