Anger comes from different positions, different names, different essences of life, salty or sweet bean curd, meat or vegetarian rice dumplings, and life or death.

You know I'm cold-blooded, and your killing of Tang people will make me angry and heartbroken, but it won't make me change my mind. ”

Ning Que looked at the vegetable field that had become a sea of blood, looked at the severed limbs and stumps around the vegetable stall, and said: "You are chosen by humans, you wouldn't appear without humans, you can't treat them like this." ”

Sang Sang frowned and said: "It is indeed the choice of human beings to wake up, is it because of this, I will be decided by human beings to live and die?

Ning Que said: "No one wants you to die. She said calmly and firmly: "When I was born in the world, I was secretly sent out of the house by the housewife who ordered the housekeeper to drown me in the dung pit, and it was that day, in the firewood room, another housekeeper forced you with a firewood knife, my life and death were almost decided, and your life and death were almost decided, and in the end you took the firewood knife, and after I survived, I didn't want to be decided by others about my life and death." ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, life and death can only be decided by yourself. ”

Sangsang said: "I live, and I don't want to die. ”

The anger in Ning Que's heart gradually turned into confusion, he didn't know how to persuade her to calm down, her slightly trembling hands could kill, and her thoughts could also kill.

He walked through the sea of blood, came to her, reached out and took her hand, gently pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, and said sadly in her ear: "I don't want you to die either." ”

Sangsang's body was a little bit, and then gradually became soft, and he leaned on his shoulder a little awkwardly, because his body was about the same height, and he looked a little incongruous.

"I'd rather die myself than you. ”

The two of them stood between the sea of blood and the broken corpses, their expressions calm and even somewhat sacred, and countless extremely faint points of light flew out of them like stars, floating in all directions.

The light dropped, and some of the viscous blood stains on the surface of the vegetable field gradually faded until they were so faint that they were invisible, and the corpses in the blood water also disappeared, as if they had been divinely purified.

There is no longer a pungent smell of blood in the vegetable market, only the smell of, the earthy smell of river fish, the touching smell of onions, and the unique smell of green vegetables.

There is still dew on those green vegetables, crystal clear, the lining of the vegetables is verdant and attractive, and the newly unearthed tender bamboo shoots on the stall are neatly arranged, and the soil is not dirty but extremely beautiful.

There was a shout and a bargain in the vegetable field, mothers beating their children, puppies fighting for bones, wild cats being frightened, snapping, meowing, and a lively mess.

"It's just this shallot, it's not expensive for you to have two cents, right?"

Ning Que opened his eyes and saw that the aunt who was selling vegetables was stretching out a handful of delicate green onions in front of her, with a smug look on her face, as if she thought it would be embarrassing if you didn't buy it?

He smiled and shook his head, patted Sangsang in his arms to wake her up, and then took her hand and walked out of the vegetable field, without carrying rice in his hand, but he was not worried about returning to the small courtyard without food.

As long as you have affection, you will be full of water.

Sang Sang did not leave, she and Ning Que continued to live an ordinary life in Chaoyang City, avoiding the wind and rain outside, walking between the small courtyard and the vegetable market and walking by the stream.

Ning Que is responsible for cooking, Sang Sang is responsible for eating, and occasionally she is in a good mood, she will cook herself and make a bowl of omelette noodles for Ning Que, in that bowl of clear soup omelette noodles, there are still only four peppercorns and thirty green onions.

If you want to avoid boredom and boredom in this kind of life, you should think of ways to find new fun, see scenery you have never seen before, or relive the old times from time to time.

Ning Que is very smart, relying on the taste in his memory, he successfully taught himself hot and sour noodle soup, according to Sang Sang's expression feedback, the taste is at least seventy percent of the level of the one in Lane 47.

He buried two jars of rice wine under the tree in the courtyard, and made a jar of kimchi in the stove room, which was stuffed with green beans, tender ginger and green and red olives, and everyone drooled when they opened the lids. Sangsang was very satisfied with the kimchi he made, but for some reason, she still liked to eat the simplest vinegar pickled cabbage.

He often went out of the hospital for a walk, watched the sunset on the lake, listened to the bells in the temple, and walked around Chaoyang City, as if it was like this lazy city, and became lazy.

When the spring rain was like smoke, they walked all over the legendary seventy-two temples, and when the autumn was high and cool, they went to some big cities in the moon wheel country, and the cold and snow were flying, and they went to the north, and watched the whole night in the solemn scenery of the snow hugging the blue pass, and when they did these things, they always held hands.

Maybe it was because of the long time she walked, Sangsang was a little tired, and when she returned to the small courtyard, she went to sleep, and from that day on, she became a little sleepy, and she slept longer and longer.

When she slept, Ning Que lay beside her and read a book, as soon as she heard that she was holding a scroll in her hand, one hand reached into the quilt to hold her hand, sometimes she forgot to put her hand back after turning the page, and the sleeping Sang Sang would subconsciously stretch out his hand, pull his hand back into the quilt, hug it tightly in front of his chest and refuse to let go.

One autumn day, Chaoyang City was talking about the news of the release of the monks of Baita Temple, Ning Que heard that after several buckets of loaches and various fish were thrown into the lake, there would be a very funny bloody picture, and she thought it was very interesting, and was going to take Sangsang to see it, she was a little tired and didn't want to be discharged, so she went by herself.

The release is indeed very lively, the cannibalism of those loaches and yellow eels and various fish is indeed very bloody, and the things made by those monks are indeed very funny, Ning Que was about to go home after reading it, and suddenly had a strange feeling, looking at the lake and the white tower on the other side of the lake, he always felt that something was missing here.

The black oppressive believers and tourists gradually dispersed, the twilight became thicker, the White Pagoda Temple gradually quieted, he stood on the shore and looked at the lake tower silently, that feeling always lingered.

At this moment, the bell of the evening class rang in the temple.

The bell rang in his heart at the same time.

The Buddha bell can clear the heart, can help believers to meditate, Ning Que has the depth of the sea of consciousness of the lotus life, the natural sense is clearer, subconsciously to the depths of the Zen temple.

Following the bell, he came to the front of the main hall of the White Pagoda Temple, only to see hundreds of monks in the threshold were chanting the scriptures sincerely, with the sound of the scriptures, the Buddha statue in the hall appeared more and more compassionate.

The Buddha was quietly watching him.

The sound of the scriptures enters the ears, which is the sound of the Buddha, which is extremely beautiful.

Ning Que stood on the threshold and gradually became obsessed with it.

In the small courtyard, Sangsang woke up.

The black crow on the branch screamed and flew away.

Her gaze followed the crow to the sky.

She felt that the sky was a little familiar, very beautiful.

She looked at it for a long time, and her expression became obsessed.

Foolishness starts from love.

There is no wise man in love.

I don't know why.

Foolishness is foolishness.

(Today is said to be a supermoon, the master's state must be very good, but my state is very bad, it's not that I was tired of writing five chapters yesterday, but I mustered up the courage to eat a fish hot pot tonight, I was a little uneasy, I always felt that some joints were aching faintly, of course I knew that this was fake, I wasn't Ning Que and Sangsang who were so stupid, but I was timid.) And with today's 2,000 words, I just finished writing the greed and hatred, and it feels like completing a particularly difficult task, and I will be relaxed at once, and it will be difficult to lift the spirit again. It's 2,000 words today, I'll write it slowly, I don't know if I can write it out, in order to avoid everyone wasting time and waiting, I decided in advance, even if it is written, it will be sent tomorrow, you say is it possible for me to really do some saving manuscript? It seems to be difficult.

Tomorrow will inevitably continue to break out.,I'm now deeply in love with the rhythm of 1515.,Maybe it's because when I was a child, 1510 said too much?But 10 this kind of thing is resolutely not done.,There will be five chapters updated tomorrow.,It's Monday.,Very earnestly ask everyone for a recommendation vote.,Yun Cai asked me to open a single chapter to canvass for votes.,I thought about it.,I finally endured it for dozens of days.,Although it's really painful.,Then endure it again?Maybe tomorrow and the day after tomorrow I can't help it.,When the time comes? Thank you for your support, thank you for still being full of energy, the quality of the article is good, please vote for the recommendation, thank you very much. ）