He carried Sang Ran on his back and ran between the hunting villages, fighting wits and courage with wild beasts and hunters, he smelled the stench after the slaughter of the village in Yanjing, and saw Xiao Zhuozi drifting away with the cultivator, he took Sang Sang to Weicheng, and killed the enemy in the army and entered the army.

He saw the beautiful and tranquil Sobi Lake, and he and his comrades rushed forward with shouts, watching the fierce horse thieves run around like rabbits, and the gold and silver looted by the horse thieves turned into the trophies of the border army and were pushed back to Weicheng.

That winter Weicheng killed pigs, he ran to the pigsty very early, listened to the desperate howl of the pigs, looked at the blood gushing out of the pig's neck, and enthusiastically took the bamboo pipe to blow under the pigskin under the guidance of his predecessors, and worked all night.

Looking at the big white pig that was brought into a pot of boiling water and rolled over to shave, Ning Que squatted on the ground and looked up at Sang Sang beside him, and asked, "Does it look like he killed his grandfather back then?"

Sang Sang said: "Killing a pig is to kill it first and then scald it with boiling water, and when we kill a grandfather, we scald him first and then kill him." ”

Ning Que thought about it and felt that this difference was indeed very big.

Before killing the old hunter and leaving the hunting house, at Sangsan's request, he let the two lambs go.

Ning Que stood on the mountain road, standing in the night fog, standing in his past years.

On the long mountain road, each stone step is a day he once spent, he climbed the mountain to this time, it is equivalent to his first half of life all over again, this is not a dream of nothingness, it is an extremely real reproduction, and his life is always very little joy, filled with too much blood and rotting corpses and death, and all the joys and sorrows of the first seventeen years are concentrated overnight, what will it be like?

The heavy mental impact was so disorienting that he often forgot that he was climbing a mountain between steps, and his expression became more and more painful, and his eyes stared at the distance in front of him, and his walk on the stone steps became slower and slower.

He stopped, his pupils gradually returning to normal, looked into the depths of the night fog and said, "I'll kill you." ”

After saying this, he continued to take a step, walked up the stone steps, slowly stretched out his right hand into the air, stretched out into the white night mist as thick as a veil, held a slender hilt in the air, and then drew the familiar long knife in the void and slashed at the void in front of him.

Countless horse thieves were in different places before the blade, Sobi Lake was dyed red again, countless barbarian spies were cut off their horses, the autumn grass was dyed with red frosting, and the faces of familiar or unfamiliar were split into two halves of flesh and blood, and then disappeared.

In the night fog, he killed all the way on the mountain road, from Minshan to the grassland and then back to Chang'an City, he killed the fat Yushi, killed the swordsman in Linhu Xiaozhu, and killed the old general in the blacksmith shop.

All the objects that stood in front of him were cut off by him, whether it was the enemies who brought him painful memories, or the comrades who once fought side by side with life and death but wanted to escape, or the war horse that took him eight hundred miles into the grassland to save his life.

It was raining in the Spring Pavilion, and he was silently wielding his knife to kill.

It was raining in Lane 47, and he saw the black-faced boy sitting in front of the gray wall.

Ning Que finally felt a little tired, a little tired, the long knife he was holding in his hand slowly put down, looked at the depths of the night mist at the end of the mountain road, and muttered: "It's not easy for people to live, it's already painful enough to live for a lifetime, why do you have to let me live again?"

He looked down at Sangsang beside him, frowned, and said in pain: "I know these are hallucinations, and hallucinations can't scare me, but I can't prove that these are hallucinations, so I really feel painful, just like we used to." ”

Prince Longqing walked calmly above the mountain road, his sleeves fluttering lightly, and his eyebrows showed a slightly tired look.

As soon as he walked into the clouds and stepped on the first stone steps of the mountain road, he knew that everything he saw, heard, and felt was all hallucinations. He thought that he could rely on the clear path of his mind to see through all this qiē, so that he could easily climb the mountain.

However, when he started walking, he realized that he still underestimated the difficulty of the second floor of the academy, no matter how clear the Dao heart in his chest was under the tempering of the Xiling Dao Method, but if you couldn't really see through it, then these illusions would really exist.

Prince Longqing returned to his childhood, when he was very pampered and could run around the palace at will.

The little prince always thought that his father was the most powerful man in the world, and his mother was the most powerful woman in the world, but one year he overheard a conversation that directly tore up all his good looks.

That year, the north of the mainland was suddenly hit by a great drought, from the wasteland to the north of Yanbei and then to the north of the Tang Kingdom, countless hungry people were displaced, chasing green leaves and eating, and the envoys of the Tang State in the Yan State were edicted to enter the palace and had a conversation with his father.

"King Yan, I hope that your Yan Kingdom can show its due ability! I don't expect your weak army to be able to hold the border, not to let your hungry people run into the territory of my Tang Empire, and I don't expect you to have the ability to solve the stomach problems of your own people, but at least when my Great Majesty of the Tang Dynasty starts disaster relief, you must at least have a rough estimate of the number of hungry people!"

The envoy of the Tang State had a very long beard, and it blew fiercely and flew far away, which greatly encouraged anger or arrogance: "The grain aided by my Tang Dynasty will arrive in Chengjing in about ten days, but if you don't want all the people in Yanbei to die, it's best to think of some ways by yourself! Don't expect my Tang Empire to solve all the problems! Your Majesty has the world in mind and regards all the people as the people of the Tang Dynasty, but after all, your Yan Kingdom is not a part of my Tang Dynasty, and we have no reason to bring all the food urgently needed by our own people to you Yan people to eat!"

After saying this, the envoy of the Tang Dynasty brushed his sleeves away, and the young prince of Longqing looked at his back in amazement, only to find that his father was not the most powerful man in the world, and any envoy of the country called the Tang Dynasty dared to scold his father unceremoniously.

He rushed out and asked in a milky voice, "Father, why didn't Lou Jiashi kill that rebellious envoy!"

Hearing this, Yan Huang, who had always loved him, changed his face suddenly, and he slapped him for the first and only time in his life.

The prince of Longqing stood on the mountain road, thinking about the four words on the stone at the chaimen outside the fog, smiled mockingly, and said: "How can a gentleman not fight?

The mountain road is long, like a long life.

If the life of Prince Longqing is recorded without those geniuses and the like, it is actually extremely boring and lackluster. I don't know if it was the slap of Emperor Yan that day, or the many things I saw later, the little prince is no longer as naughty and cute as he was back then, Baidu will be the first night bar and become silent and hard, and he has gradually learned that no matter what he sees, he can be quiet and uncarious.

The queen mother's double-eyed cat died after stealing a piece of pastry on the plate, because of this incident, the whole palace maid was killed by a cane, he sat quietly in the mother's arms, listening to the sound of the cane from the courtyard, howling and crying bitterly, reached out to the plate and grabbed a melon seed, carefully recorded, blew off the floating skin and sent it into the lips, as if he didn't know that the pastry should have been different.

Later, more and more people died in the palace, and all the good maids around his prince's brother did not know how many batches they had changed, nor how many of the stewed cats in the palace had died, and his maidservants were killed, and other people's maidservants were killed by his queen mother, all these things could not cause his feelings to fluctuate, as if they had nothing to do with him.

One day, the prince of Longqing began to show his cultivation talents, and was regarded as a treasure by the priests of the Xiling Temple in Chengjing, and decided to take it back to the Xiling Heavenly Oracle Academy to study, and on the way out, he went to the Yuelun and the Southern Jin Dynasty, and saw a lot of things.

The lilies of the Moon Wheel Palace were poured with boiling water and scalded to death, and the gardener in charge of watching the flowers was thrown directly into the boiling pot by the angry Aunt Qu Nima. A disciple of Liu Bai, the sword saint of the Southern Jin Dynasty, was expelled from the division, and his intestines flowed out of the street by caesarean section.

Prince Longqing looked at these impassively, his expression was very calm, in his opinion, this was not indifference or cold-bloodedness, but the quality that he must have to keep his Dao heart clear enough to lead to the heavenly road.

In the night mist, Prince Longqing looked at the mountain top that was getting closer and closer, with a mocking smile on his face, and said proudly: "Except for Haotian, there is nothing in the world that can make me fearful and fearful, and nothing can make me feel pity, in this case, how can this mountain road stop me?"

Prince Longqing walked slowly on the mountain road, slowly repeating his life, he went to the Heavenly Oracle Temple, because the priest who loved him lost power in the infighting of the temple forces, he also became the target of suppression, and was discriminated against in the first half of the year.

It's just that he relived those images that made him uncontrollable anger back then, and now he can achieve absolute calm. Being ridiculed and ridiculed, he remained silent, but calmly returned this humiliation to the other party with death and defeat at the time of the Great Contest of the Heavenly Oracle Academy.

He joined the Inquisition Division and began to hunt down the apostate heretics.

With the whipping of thorns, whipped on the smooth and delicate back of the girl, tearing open the terrible bloody wounds, he stood outside the prison and watched calmly, silently.

A classmate of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, because he privately spoke disrespectful words to the head of the sect, was convicted of apostasy and punished by permanent solitary confinement in the dark water prison, he personally pushed the once affectionate opponent into the water, and then listened to the incessant screams and screams and angry scolding, and calmly walked into the sunlight outside the prison, his face remained silent.

An old remnant of the Demon Sect was finally caught by the Divine Temple's Judgment Division after sixty years of seclusion in the mountain village, and the Prince of Longqing personally tied him to the wooden platform, carefully keeping the iron chain to avoid the wounds on the old man's old body after being tortured, and then lit the firewood under the wooden platform.

On the other side of the flames, O'Dueji's subordinates snatched a baby from the arms of a young mother, stabbed the young man to death with a stick, and finally threw the baby into a puddle of flesh on the ground, and he watched the scene silently.

He is worshipping Haotian, punishing the sins of the world, and firmly believing that the people he kills are all guilty and deserved, so where can there be mercy?

It was late at night, and many of the people who watched the opening ceremony on the second floor of the college had already left. Although big names like His Royal Highness the Prince of the Tang Dynasty, Princess Li Yu and the priest Mo Li are still silently waiting for the final result, but at this time, there are only two people left on the mountain road, and they have nothing to do with many countries, so why should those envoys wait any longer?

Naturally, all the students of the academy did not leave, they looked at the mountain in silence, and the expressions on their faces were very complicated. Zhong Dajun looked at Xie Chengyun, who was supported by Jin Wucai, looked at the look of loss on his face, sighed, and said, "Carrier, let's go back, there's nothing to see, could it be that guy Ning Que can really beat Prince Longqing?"

Jin Wucai glanced at Xie Chengyun worriedly, she knew that although this man was gentle on the outside, he was so conceited in his bones, he gave up halfway through the mountain today, and compared with the prince of Longqing, he was afraid that his spirit would be greatly hit. What she was more worried about was whether this man would be depressed after discovering that Ning Que was much stronger than herself. Xie Chengyun shook his head, looked at the mountain behind the academy that he couldn't see clearly in the night, and said, "I want to see the results." ”

Suddenly, someone let out a very suppressed whisper.

The clouds in the night sky dissipated at some point, and the clouds on the mountainside also dissipated for a moment at that moment, and the starlight shone on the winding and steep mountain road, illuminating the stone steps clearly.

After a very short time, the clouds and mist in the mountains gathered again, and the mountain path was once again tightly covered, and it was no longer possible to see the inside.

But this moment of time, enough people have seen two figures on the stone steps of the long mountain road, one of them has already walked to the extremely high place of the mountain road, about to approach the top of the mountain, looking at the figure should be the prince of Longqing, and the figure behind should be Ning Que, but it is still crawling hard in the middle of the mountain road, and it is still very far away from the top of the mountain.

Out of some very strange psychology, many people in the academy let out a sigh of relief, and someone muttered: "Fortunately, Ning Que is still inferior to Prince Longqing." ”

Chang Zheng glanced at the man coldly and said: . I'm only beginning to wonder if it was a mistake to study with you people and not continue to work in the Feather Forest Army. Yes, we used to think that Ning Que was useless and that there was something wrong with his character, but this does not mean that we should hope that he will fail in order to downplay our humiliation afterwards. ”

His face was like iron and said: "Don't forget that Ning Que is a Tang person, he is a member of our academy, and the prince of Longqing is a Yan person and a member of Xiling, I feel ashamed now, and you don't know shame, which makes me feel humiliated." ”

The starlight illuminates the picture of the mountain road, and naturally it can't escape the eyes of Mo Li's priests and academy students.

Ever since Ning Que started climbing the mountain, people who knew that he couldn't practice had not stopped talking and ridiculing, and when he surpassed one young cultivator after another on the mountain path, these discussions and ridicule became much smaller, and when he finally succeeded in entering the mountain mist and became the only person on the mountain path who was still competing with the prince of Longqing, the audience fell into a long silence.

"From daytime climbing to night, looking at that kid's speed, I'm afraid that he won't be able to climb to the top of the mountain for another half a month, and now that the prince is about to reach the top, why don't you just announce that he has entered the second floor? Do you want us people to continue to accompany you?"

I don't know why, Mo Li, who was originally proud and calm because of his confidence, suddenly felt that Dao Xin was a little restless, and his feelings were a little irritable, so he patted the back of his chair impatiently, stood up and said in a deep voice.

Li Yu didn't bother to look at him, and said mockingly: "If you are not in a hurry, you can let Prince Longqing fly directly to the top of the mountain, as long as he goes to the top of the mountain first, where is the use of Ning Que?" But if Prince Longqing does not climb to the top of the mountain, then no matter whether Ning Que climbs or jumps, no matter how long he has to climb, I think you had better not say too many meaningless opinions, Priest." ”

Mo Li was furious, but there was nowhere to go, so he had to sit back in his chair.

In the meadow under the starlight, Sang Sang squatted beside the road with a big black umbrella, and gently turned the handle of the umbrella in a bored manner.

At this moment, the young monk named Wudao walked out of the academy.

When he saw Sang Sang squatting beside the road, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his body suddenly turned into a stone statue, and it was difficult to take a single step, so he looked at it quietly until his eyes were obsessed and confused.

It's been a long, long time.

He looked at Sangsang's slightly dark face, at the slightly yellowed fine hair fluttering on her forehead, and put his hands together in the gentlest tone...... The most sincere attitude, praised: "This girl, you are really beautiful." ”

Sang Sang stood up with a big black umbrella, looked around suspiciously, and only after a long time did he confirm that the monk was praising himself, and he couldn't help frowning slightly...... Liu Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, stared at him and said seriously: "Don't scold."

Wudao smiled slightly, and said with a salute: "I have a discerning eye and can recognize the jade in the stone, the girl misunderstood." ”

Sang Sang listened to the three words of Shi Zhongyu, slightly ashamed, and then reminded seriously: "Even if I am good-looking in your eyes, don't praise people like this in the future, because this sentence is now used to scold people in Chang'an City." ”

"Why is that?" asked Enlightenment in amazement.

Sang Sang didn't like his burning gaze...... Turned to look at the academy and ignored him.

Wudao turned to her and asked gently, "Girl, who are you waiting for?" ”

"My young master. ”

Wudao said seriously: "Girl, no one in the world is qualified to make a woman like you wait, except me. ”

Sangsang glanced at him and said: . You have already gone down the mountain, and my young master is still on the mountain, so you are not as good as him. ”

"I just don't want to go into that fog. Wudao explained seriously, suddenly thought of something, and asked suspiciously: "The young master you are waiting for...... Is that the academy student named Zhong Dajun?"

Sang Sang looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Not bad. ”

"Very well, I said that I would kill him when I was on the mountain, and now it seems that I have one more reason to kill him." ”

Sangsang turned his head away and ignored him.

"Girl, when I saw your beautiful face like the night, I suddenly thought of a love poem. ”

Wudao stared at her side face stupidly, and said slowly: "The woman I want, if you are willing to practice Buddhism, I am willing to become a teenager again...... Go to the mountain hanging in the air again to shave, let the head have a few more ring scars, the woman of my mind, if you are willing to go to the Tao, I am willing to become a teenager again, go to the broken view behind the peach mountain, and wash the shoes of the proud person who carries a wooden sword. ”

Sang Sang didn't hear what he was saying at all, she looked seriously at the mountain behind the academy in the dark night, she seemed to feel the sadness that Ning Que was experiencing at this time, her brows frowned slightly, and she looked very painful.

"Girl, I can't wait with you any longer, I can't watch you wait so painfully, I decided to take you away, take you to the end of the world, to the cape, I will accompany you to the tide and the tide, okay?"

After saying this, his expression was solemn, and he didn't wait for Sangsang to answer, he reacted, and stretched out his palm to her neck, and the strong wind whistling at his fingertips, although it was not hurtful, it meant to make people unconscious.

Suddenly, the monk's sleeve on his outstretched arm burned violently, instantly burning the monk's sleeve into pieces of gray-black butterflies, and then went away with the wind, leaving behind a thin and smooth white arm!

Wudao let out a strange scream, turned into an afterimage and retreated more than ten feet, staring at the bottom of the meadow with palpitations, gritting his teeth and asking, "Who?"

A sudden sound of horses' hooves sounded, tearing through the silence of the night of the academy, the black carriage was very strange, the carriage was carved with all kinds of complicated ornaments, and the horse-drawn carriage went uphill, it seemed very relaxed, and there was not even a trace of smoke and dust under the hooves, as if it was suspended in the air.

Tang Rune Master Yan Se withdrew his hand that was stretched out of the car window with an indifferent expression, but the talisman drawn by his fingers in the air lingered, and the green grass beside the road became charred and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The lewd monk enlightened, if you still dare to stay in my Datang territory, don't blame me for using the well character to kill you with a knife. ”

Wudao guessed the identity of the person in the carriage, his expression instantly became solemn, he stood in front of him with one palm, and said in self-defense: "I am a love monk and enlightened, but I am not an obscene monk, Master Yan has to use his identity as an elder to suppress me?"

"Since you are from that place in the depths of the wasteland, how many cultivators in the world can use their seniority to suppress you?"

The rune master Yan Se slowly stepped out of the carriage, looked at the young monk indifferently and said: "But it is estimated that you are a useless thing from the side branches, and the temple didn't even tell you the rules that should be talked about, you will remember in the future, this is Datang, this is Chang'an, you dare to make trouble at the gate of the academy, even if I kill you, those people in the temple will not dare to fart." ”

After saying this, he looked at Sang Sang, who was holding a big black umbrella tightly on the side of the road, frowned and said, "Are you Ning Que's maid?"

Sangsang nodded.

Yan Se said, "Why are you waiting outside? ”

Sangsang replied: "I heard that I won't let it." ”

Yan Se already knew that Ning Que was still on the mountain road at this time, and his mood was extremely irritable and nervous, and he shouted in a deep voice when he heard the words: "Come in with me!" I want to see if the master and the boss are not at home, who else will stop me in this broken academy!"

Prince Longqing walked out of the mountain fog.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a gentle forest all around, and there was a steep rock in front of the mountain road that appeared between heaven and earth.

Walking on that rock should be considered a success at the top.

He was about to continue, when suddenly he straightened his clothes, turned away, and bowed to a large tree in the distance beside the road.

Under the starlight, the top of the mountain is as bright as day, and the clouds and mist flow like water below.

There was a person sitting under the green tree, because he was too far away, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only feel that his age was not too big, but he was wearing a very ancient robe, and he was wearing a very high ancient crown on his head, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Prince Longqing didn't know who that person was...... But when he left the Xiling Temple, the head of the sect had reminded him that those students in the mountain behind the academy were by no means ordinary cultivators, and he should be cautious, the person under the tree could wait for the climber at the top of the mountain, and his status was naturally noble.

The man under the tree said calmly, "I'm second." ”

Hearing this, Prince Longqing's face remained unchanged, but there was an uproar in his heart. He remembered some of the legends that the woman had told him, and remembered the second senior brother in the legend who was extremely proud and powerful, and bowed respectfully, but this time it was lower than before.

"You're good. The second senior brother under the green tree said indifferently: "You are definitely qualified to enter the mountain behind the academy. ”

Even though he was born as proud as Prince Longqing, he couldn't help but feel emotional and happy when he thought that the person who commented on him was the second senior brother of the academy.

"As long as you climb that big rock, you will be considered successful, but there is still one of your companions in the fog, you can climb the mountain by yourself first, or you can wait for him to come along. It may seem unfair to let you wait for him, but I can tell you that this big rock is very difficult to climb, even harder than the trail you've walked, so you'd better get some rest. ”

Hearing that there was another companion in the fog, Prince Longqing's brows furrowed slightly, in his calculations, except for that monk, there should be no one who could hold out to the top of the mountain today, and those mediocre people couldn't even step on the fog road. Since it is inconvenient for that monk to enter the fog because of his identity, who is actually able to keep up with his pace?

The second senior brother under the tree said indifferently: "The choice is yours, you can climb the mountain first." ”

After pondering for a moment, Prince Longqing bowed respectfully, and then sat down cross-legged to show his attitude.

In the middle of the night misty mountain road, Ning Que looked at Zhuo'er who was sitting under the gray wall, his chest was slightly undulating, looking at his pale face and the breath of death in his eyes, and said after a long silence: "I can cut you with a knife, but why bother to cut it? ”

Drow leaned against the gray wall and looked at him with a bleak smile, his chest rising and falling more violently, and his lips made a ho-ho sound.

"Fake, these are all fake, what do I need to prove that these are fake?"

Ning Que stood on the mountain road with his head down, standing in the night fog, and standing in the spring rain in Lane 47.

Suddenly he looked up and said: Where's Sangsang?"

Sang Sang stood next to him, looked at him with a slightly dark face, and asked, "Young Master, what's the matter?"

Ning Que looked ahead and said: . Sangsang, take out all the money in the house, let's find a good cemetery for Xiao Heizi, and then get him a nanmu coffin, and kill him beautifully. ”

Sangsang said, "Okay...... But young master, young master Kuroko is dead, and there is no way to die beautifully. ”

Ning Que said: "Anyway, he has lived again, why not die again?"

With that, he walked to the gray wall, raised his sword to the sky, and then roared down, slashing off the drow's head, severing the rain-soaked gray wall, cutting off all illusions, revealing the steep mountain path that led to the top of the mountain.

Then he looked around and found that there was no more Sangsang.

"I said that this qiē is all an illusion and it doesn't scare me. ”

Ning Que looked at the real mountain road in front of him, and said to the end of the night fog, as if to explain it to them: "The Sangsang in my imaginary memories is a perfect little maid, but the real Sangsang is definitely not like that, you can stimulate my own brain to create a chaotic environment, but I don't know that what is stored in my own brain is not all real." ”

A puzzled voice came from the fog: "Although I don't know what you just thought, how can you tell that it is a fake Zasan?"

"Because although Sangsang is really kind and kind, she will never be willing to spend all the money in the family for a dead man, Zhuo Er can't do it, she can't do it herself, and even I can't.

Ning Que smiled, then raised his sleeve to wipe the blood flowing from the corners of his lips, and walked towards the mountain.

The top of the mountain, shrouded in silver, with a tree in the east and a tree in the west, are all hardy coniferous forests, not the jujube trees that are Chen Pipi's favorite.

Prince Longqing sat in the grass pranayama and cultivated his thoughts, his eyes tightly closed.

A very small voice sounded behind the green tree in the distance: "Senior brother, thank you." ”

The second senior brother who was sitting cross-legged in front of Qingshu had a calm gaze and a solemn expression, and said indifferently: "This kind of innocuous little back door can still be opened occasionally, and besides, Longqing is one step ahead of Ning Que, so it's fair to let him wait for a while." ”

Just as the famous saying of the academy: the rule is to see whose fist is hard, so since it is an examination on the second floor of the academy, the so-called fairness is actually only the opinion of some people.

Prince Longqing went up the mountain for a while before Ning Que, but he waited at the top of the mountain for a long time.

The stars in the night sky gradually moved, and the minutes passed.

I don't know how long it took, but the dense fog below the mountain road flowed for a while.

Prince Longqing opened his eyes and looked.

In the night fog, the ragged Ning Que walked out slowly along the mountain road, his face was blue and purple, like a beggar who had been driven down the mountain by a vicious dog for many times, and he looked extremely wolf.

Prince Longqing looked at his face, remembered who he was, and slowly stood up, his right hand clenched slightly in his sleeve.

Ning Que took out the pastry wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms, and stuffed the tonic body into his mouth...... While walking towards the top of the mountain, he didn't forget to greet the inarticulate people under the green trees over there: "I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm late." ”

Then he saw Prince Longqing and said in surprise: "Great, it turns out that you are still here." ”

Ning Que handed the pastry to him and asked, "Do you want a piece?"

Prince Longqing looked at the strangely shaped and sparse pastries that were pressed in the handkerchief, and was silent and didn't know how to speak. ！~！