The night was silent.

Chunxiao stopped looking at him, hugged the bones and left, gradually disappeared, and disappeared into the night.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, its empty eyes still staring and poking at the front like spearheads.

The sound of carriages was gradually coming ahead.

The carriage ran extremely smoothly and without bumps, and the coachman who drove the horse was obviously an old coachman, and he obviously knew the carriage better than the woman.

There are not many such old coachmen.

Two lanterns hung on both sides of the carriage, and the pink lanterns were already swaying in the cold wind, as if two demon maidens were dancing in the lonely night.

The carriage came to a steady stop, and he came down to stare at Wusheng and smile, smiling stupidly.

The smile on his face is indescribably demented and honest.

The lifeless stone statue turned around and faced the carriage.

She lifted the thick curtain and stood delicately, staring at the lifeless delicately.

Every corner of the body exudes a maturity that is extremely seductive and ecstatic, a maturity that can make the rootless prodigal son wandering in the rivers and lakes give birth to pity and love.

The curtain has been lifted high.

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.

Inside, nothing has changed.

What about people?

The willow ecstasy has not changed, the old coachman has not changed, and there is one less person here, a person who loves to drink.

Yang Qing was gone.

Where did she go, did she hold her cloak and searched everywhere for lifeless, did she look for it and was about to go crazy.

Liu ecstasy stood delicately, smiling delicately.

Wusheng was already sighing, motionless like a stone statue, as if he didn't know this person.

Liu ecstasy didn't move, and the smile on his face gradually thickened.

He didn't speak, he didn't have to speak, his smile was enough to tell that she was inviting and welcoming.

Only nerds can't see it, and only nerds stand outside, dancing with the night, loneliness and emptiness.

Is Wusheng a nerd?

He is by no means a nerd, but he often makes others become idiots.

Wusheng's eyes stared at and poked Liu's ecstasy like a spear, "You're good, really good." ”

He finished his sentence and left, not looking at her again.

What does this phrase mean? No one understands what's so wonderful about this.

He walked into the distance like a stone statue and disappeared into the night.

The thick curtain was still open, and no one entered.

The cold wind gusts, blowing into the spring breeze, the lover's soft breeze, making the fire gently swaying, making the wine in the wine jar ripple.

The old coachman stood demented, and his demented smile had completely disappeared.

Liu Ecstasy sighed deeply, the two strands of hair on her chest swayed back and forth, as if she could understand what Wusheng said.

The words of Wusheng seemed to have stung her deeply, she had lowered her head, and her body was trembling.

The old coachman's eyes fluttered with pity, "It's long gone." ”

Liu ecstasy walked into the carriage at this time, and the carriage was gentle and comfortable.

The earth is lonely, and the cold wind is blowing.

Wusheng walked along the river, as if looking for something.

If he is looking for something, then he will definitely find it, and there is almost nothing in the rivers and lakes that he cannot find.

The river flowed quietly, without making a sound, and she stared at the flowing water quietly, without a trace of movement.

Her eyes looked extremely lonely, helpless, and melancholy.

It is as if he is telling the flowing water about his sorrow and pain, torture and suffering.

She carried the cloak in her arms, a pitch-black cloak, almost as dark as the night.

This person is Yang Qing.

Yang Qing quietly held the cloak and squatted beside the river, motionless as if in a daze, as if in contemplation.

The lifeless stone statue walked over, and the stone statue stopped beside her.

The stone statue was silent, and the stone statue accompanied her.

Quietly, he was quieter than her, as quiet as a stone at the bottom of the river, no matter how the river hit, he would not move a little.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the knife goes into the bones.

The chill between heaven and earth was getting stronger, and Yang Qing's body was gradually twitching violently.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes had fallen into the distance, and the cold wind seemed to float from the sky, with indescribable resentment and resentment.

No one understands her state of mind at the moment, how lonely she is, how lonely she is.

When her gaze retracted from afar, she saw lifelessness.

The man was motionless like a stone statue, as if it had grown out of the ground.

The smile on Yang Qing's face suddenly floated, and her body also floated, "It's you." ”

"It's me."

She smiled and threw herself into his arms and fastened her cloak, but the joy on her face vanished before it could grow stronger.

His body was bleeding, slowly, but it didn't stop.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at Wusheng, as if she was pitying, and as if she was contemplating.

"You're hurt?"

Wusheng nodded.

The icy cold wind drifted by, and the tears on her cheeks were suddenly carried away without a trace.

She stared at the sky, and it was dead black, only dead black.

Yang Qing closed her eyes quietly, did not speak, and was already praying, praying to God.

Then she gritted her teeth, turned her back to Wusheng, and took off her inner clothes, wearing only a coat.

The smile on her face seemed to be like a withered leaf in the cold wind, as if it would float away at any time, I don't know where it will float or when?

The blood was still flowing, and it soon stopped under her bandage.

She stared at the lifeless, her body shaking more violently, more frantically.

Without speaking, it was as if her words could no longer be spoken, as if she had been drowned alive by the icy cold wind.

Not even a single tear came out, because as soon as the tears came out, they were dried and blown away by the cold, merciless cold wind, and it was difficult to leave even a trace.

Wusheng was already gasping, gasping and hugging her in his arms.

He could even feel every corner of her body trembling.

She couldn't stand the cold anymore, but the smile on her cheeks was still there, and she smiled with great joy and joy.

"You ......."

Yang Qing gasped, gasping and staring at Wusheng, and the smile became stronger, "What are you?" Is it that you want to say something but can't say it. ”

Wusheng nodded, his hand cramming even further.

"Are you trying to ask me if I'm cold?"

Wusheng nodded.

"You're such a nerd, such a warm nerd."

When she said that it was warm, the words in her mouth were so shy and gentle.

Speechless, already nodding.

"Are you trying to ask how I feel right now? Isn't it cold? ”

Wusheng nodded, staring at her body, which was already twitching violently in her arms, as if it was going to fall at any moment.

She would freeze to death at any moment.

Wusheng gritted his teeth and was silent.

The cold wind was blowing, and the smile on her face had gradually become very stiff and weak.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, stared at Wusheng's eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "I'm dying." ”

Wusheng took off his cloak and wrapped her, "Isn't it better now?" ”

Yang Qing nodded, and a sad color gradually appeared in her eyes, a kind of parting sadness.