What Ning Que said was very natural, especially the fiery body at the end, which was a bit like a clumsy poem written by a young poet, with a straight sense of joy.

Sang Sang didn't feel happy, and said indifferently: "No." ”

Ning Que felt that she was being polite, or pretending to be polite, or that he wanted to convince himself that she was being polite, so he moved to the couch very unceremoniously, and his hand fell on the futon.

Sang Sang looked at him, there was no love in his bright willow eyes, and he didn't even have disgust.

Ning Que's face turned white in an instant, and he began to cough.

Once the cough began, it was difficult to stop, and he coughed heartbreakingly, and he held his body in pain until he coughed up his heart and blood and fell to the ground, like a red plum.

His chest was in pain as if he had been pierced by a burning blade, and he was worried that if he continued to cough like this, he might die of blood, and even more likely cough up his heart and liver.

Sangsang didn't have any expression on his face.

Ning Que stood up, left the couch, rubbed his aching chest, picked up the futon that should belong to him, walked to a dark corner, laid it out, and lay on it with a sigh.

This sigh was a little aggrieved.

I think that in Minshan back then, he and Sangsang have always slept together, although there is a bed and a kang in Weicheng, but when they fall asleep, two people will eventually sleep on the same bed.

After going to Chang'an City, this is even more so, whether it is Lao Bizhai or Yanming Lake, after all, only one bed is warm, and now that his status is reversed, he is not even qualified to go to bed.

The two white-clothed girls were holding pear wood poles in their hands, and they were picking off the veil, looking at this scene, listening to Ning Que's aggrieved sigh, the girl who had spoken to him in the stove room before couldn't help laughing, although she didn't laugh, the smile between her eyebrows and eyes that gradually unfolded began to ripple.

In the past, Ning Que would definitely laugh with the girl in white, or play a more aggrieved role, but now he didn't do anything, because he was worried that such a joke would make Sang Sang unhappy, and her displeasure could make the girl in white disappear very lightly.

He knew that she could do such a thing, because she was still Haotian, if she could, she would have killed him a long time ago, since she was willing to kill him, then she was willing to kill anyone.

Ning Que was a very cold-blooded person, but he felt that there was no need to die more people, especially in this cold temple of light, what he wanted to bring was warmth and nothing else.

The two white-clothed girls went to the side hall to rest, and the temple of light in the night became extraordinarily quiet, and the wind and snow drifted into the temple from the terrace, but it did not let the temperature in the temple drop in the slightest.

Ning Que didn't fall asleep, and in such a situation, it was indeed difficult to fall asleep. He looked at the wind and snow that was getting bigger and bigger in the direction of the terrace, thinking that this snow had been falling for many days, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Xiling Divine Kingdom is known as the land favored by Haotian, the four seasons are distinct but never harsh, whether it is midsummer or deep winter, there is no cold and heat that is difficult for humans to bear, much better than Chang'an City, but this winter's Xiling is much colder than in previous years, and it began to snow very early, and it has never stopped.

Ning Que had no experience of living in Xiling, but he also understood that this situation was a bit rare, and he thought to himself that the teacher had left Sangsang, Haotian, in the world, could it be that the eternal night would really come?

He sat up slowly, walked to the couch and looked at Sangsang.

Sangsang closed his eyes, his eyelashes were lightly put together, and the length and distance of each eyelash were so precise that it looked like they were drawn, revealing an unreal feeling.

Ning Que looked at her quietly for a long time.

He looked at her eyebrows, the indifference between them, at her eyelashes, at the wisdom in them, at her lips, at the rosiness between them, at her ears, at the light hair flowing in her ears.

He didn't know if she was asleep at this time, and he didn't know if Haotian needed to sleep, but he knew that even if she was asleep, the changes around her couldn't escape her perception.

But she didn't wake up, her eyes were still quietly closed, as if she was sleeping the sweetest, her face was so ordinary, but like the most noble princess.

For Ning Que, Sang Sang's face was very unfamiliar now, but looking at it quietly like this, he felt more and more familiar, as if she had been like this all these years.

He didn't understand why.

Is it because she is Haotian, or is it because she is her own wife?

The night dome above the Xiling Temple is covered with snow clouds, and the moon cannot be seen, and the temple of light is pitch black and extremely quiet, so you can hear the sound of snow falling.

His voice was as clean as snow, as soft and fragile.

"If you want to break off your relationship with me, and therefore ask me to repay these things that you once owed you, then what about you?

Sang Sang opened her eyes, her slender willow eyes were extremely bright, and she couldn't see any residual sleepiness, nor did she have a trace of lazy feeling, because she hadn't fallen asleep all the time.

She looked at Ning Que and asked expressionlessly, "For example?"

Ning Que thought about it and didn't continue, because in his opinion, those things were what he should do, how could he, as a proud human being, be as boring as Haotian?

He looked between his legs and said helplessly: "For example, some things are really inconvenient, especially when they are convenient." ”

Sangsang closed his eyes again and didn't say a word.

Ning Que said: "I will continue to look at you, so please don't suddenly open your eyes later, although your current appearance is more ordinary than back then, but suddenly opening your eyes is still very similar to a horror movie." ”

Sangsang ignored him.

Ning Que didn't pay attention to her, stood beside the couch and looked at her quietly, watched for a long time, and after standing tired, he moved a jade stool, sat next to the couch and continued to watch.

I have been seeing the wind and snow gradually subside, and the morning light is gradually rising.

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In the 3,450th year of the reign of Xiling, it snowed a lot in the Xiling Divine Kingdom, and the peach mountain was covered with silver and frost, which was exceptionally beautiful, and the believers who still gathered in the villages and towns were a little pitiful in the cold. No one knew why Xiling, which had always been warm, ushered in such a cold winter, and the others, like Ning Que, vaguely guessed that it might be related to the eternal night, and their eyes looked more and more awe-inspiring when they looked at the Temple of Light.

No one knew the situation in the Temple of Light, and after Ning Que unlocked the secluded pavilion and escorted him into the temple, he never came out, and no information came out of the temple.

The story that is happening in the Temple of Light, if you think about it carefully, actually seems a little ridiculous, revealing a childish cuteness, and of course, innocence is often the cruelest thing.

If this is a pretending family wine, Ning Que is of course playing the role of a servant, he wakes up every morning and starts to sweep the courtyard, the Temple of Light is too big, he will be tired to half death if he has to clean it again.

Then he had to prepare breakfast, then wash the dishes and laundry, then make Chinese food, then wash the dishes and mop the floor, then prepare dinner, then wash the dishes, wash Sangsang's feet, and finally drag his tired body to sleep.

All he eats is leftovers, that is, the footwashing water left over by Sangsang who is also used to wash his feet, for pious Haotian believers such as Zhangjiao, he is probably willing to drink the footwashing water in the copper basin directly into his stomach, because there is the taste of Haotian in it, but Ning Que does not have this kind of perverted belief, so he naturally cannot be perverted, and in the world where he once lived, drinking his wife's footwashing water is the biggest insult to a man.

In addition to these housework that must be done every day, he also has to serve Sangsang's food, clothing, and daily life, including cooking tea and playing chess...... Chen Pipi had never won against Sangsang, let alone Ning Que, so playing chess became the most painful and humiliating thing for him.

The days were repeated simply and boringly, he was tired of doing all kinds of things, and fell asleep at night with his head on the pillow, and no longer had the energy to stand by the couch and watch her all night.

Sangsang didn't look like anything had changed, he was still so indifferent.

Ning Que originally had great hopes for the life of the Temple of Light, and figured out how to get along with Guò day and night, making her more and more like a human being, but now looking at her without any affection, hope has long been disappointed.

One day, he was sweeping snow on the terrace with a bamboo broom, and the weather was extremely cold, just like his mood now, and there was no smile on his face now, just like the cold mountains.

Bamboo brooms swiped across the snow, like a brush writing on rough bud paper, and countless scribbles were swept out on the terrace, making it look like a cursive script.

The man who wrote cursive writing with a pen was a little manic.

At this moment, the wind and snow were furious, and they kept falling down the cliff, and the terrace that had just been half-cleaned was instantly covered with a layer of snow, and the cursive script was destroyed.

Ning Que stopped clearing the snow, held a bamboo broom, stood in the wind and snow, looked at the gray sky and asked, "When is it going to be, what do you want to do?"

Sang Sang said: "I have washed your feet many times, cooked many times, dragged the floor many times, brushed the bowl many times, and what you are doing now is less than one percent of what I do." ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment and then said: "You know it's useless, I do owe you a lot, but you also owe me a lot, and there will never be a way to figure it out between us." ”

After saying this, he turned to look at the hall and said, "In Minshan, I have carried you many times, I have washed your diapers many times, fed you many times, and I have killed many people for you. ”

Sang Sang walked slowly and said with an expressionless face: "This is the universal emotion of human beings, the heart of pity. ”

In the wind and snow, Ning Que's mood was as cold as the wind and snow, and as angry as the wind and snow.

"What about when you grow up?"

"When you were sick, I held you in my arms and warmed you with my body, how could you pay me back? From the academy to the Rotten Ke Temple to Chaoyang City, my feet have always been washed by me, how can you pay me back?"

"I carried you out of Chaoyang City and into the wasteland, when the whole world wanted to kill you, I kept carrying you on my back, how can you pay me back?"

Sang Sang walked to the railing, looking at the world in the wind and snow, there were many pictures in the snowflakes outside the cliff, these pictures were a little blurry, but they were so clear.

It was the rain after the great drought in Hebei Province, it was the young beast struggling in the trap of Minshan, it was the young man who happily cut the head of the horse thief on the shore of Sobi Lake, it was the little maid who was walking with a wine pot and roast chicken, it was the omelette noodles in the old pen house, and it was the Chaoyang in Chaoyang City.

- In the morning sun, he kept running with her on his back, and kept wielding his knife, and she leaned weakly but happily on his shoulder, holding the big black umbrella tightly in her hand.

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(The 31st left for home, and the 1st arrived home, because the evening was the award of the book review contest, and of course, the main thing was that I missed my wife.) ）