There was no good news in the South, only bad news, and every once in a while a list was sent back to the tribe from the battlefield, each name representing a dead desert warrior.

The character of the desolate man is simple and resolute, very close to the Tang people, no matter what kind of predicament he faces, he can be silent, but he will not be depressed, even if the situation is harsh, and the women will occasionally hum songs when they wash and hunt.

As time passed, the war in the south became more and more brutal, the frequency of the list was slower and slower, but the length was longer and longer, the old and weak women and children who remained in the tribe were no longer in the mood to sing, the whole field became quieter and quieter, and the atmosphere became more and more oppressive.

One day, the desolate woman who was in charge of taking care of Ning Que and Sangsang finally saw her son's name on the list, and she began to cry, and the neighboring women gathered around to comfort her.

Ning Que put down the heavy curtain of the tent, walked back to the bed and continued to feed Sangsang with medicine. Sangsang took two sips and then stopped, looked up at him and said, "What's the point of us hiding here? ”

"Don't feel guilty, the desolate people are the same as us, they can't be tolerated in the world, even if they don't take us in, the Xiling Temple and those countries in the Central Plains will not allow them to continue to live. Ning Que said.

Sangsang shook his head lightly and said, "But if we hadn't come, they wouldn't have died so quickly." ”

After saying this, she spread out her palm, looked at the black chess piece in her palm and began to be in a daze, this chess piece was the only one she landed in the last game of chess in the Rotten Ke Temple.

More and more people died in the tribe, her illness became more and more serious, her tent grew colder, and the surface of everything was covered with a light layer of frost. Only the black chess piece in her hand is still as warm as ever.

Ning Que took her into his arms and said, "Don't worry. Even if the desert can't stand it, we can still go to the north, and we can go and see the scenery of Atami. The elder brother said that although the sea was frozen, if the ice could be broken, a few peony fish could be found. Old scalpers love to eat it, and it should taste good. ”

"You know I'm not worried about that. ”

Ning Que was silent.

Sang Sang said in a low voice: "I am really tired of escaping from the Rotten Ke Temple to the Hanging Temple, from the wasteland to Chaoyang City, and then to the wasteland, and finally escaping here......

Ning Que wanted to say something, but was stopped by her.

Sang Sang said: "In Chaoyang City, you said something to me. You say that the future is actually very similar to death, if it is already predestined. That affliction has no meaning, and if it can be changed, then we don't need to be anxious. It just takes an effort to change. ”

Ning Que said: "This is what the teacher said. ”

"The world is huge. But there's really no place for me to live, we all know it. Death means that there is no future, and when we can't change it, shouldn't we try to learn to accept it. ”

Ning Que said with a smile: "This sentence is very good. ”

Sang Sang bowed his head slightly.

Ning Que said: "I didn't expect my Sangsang to be very young lady now. ”

Sang Sang said: "I am just a little maid. ”

Ning Que said: "Not to mention that Scholar Zeng Jing is your biological father, just say that you are the eldest lady of the Hades family, and there is no one in the world whose identity can be more noble than you." ”

Sang Sang didn't continue with Ning Que's quip, because she knew that he wanted to divert the topic by saying this, and said, "I don't want to continue to hide." ”

Ning Que was silent for a long time, and asked, "Why? Do you feel uneasy in conscience? Or do you think that hiding like this is very similar to a rat crossing the street? When I was a child, I told you that as long as you can survive, whether it is a street rat that everyone shouts and beats, or a poisonous snake that everyone fears, you should do it." ”

"I know I can't live long," Sangsang said, "so why go to be a rat or a viper? ”

"Maybe we're destined to live so hard. ”

"What is fate?"

"Serendipity?"

"The teacher said that I am his chance, so what is my chance?"

"Of course your fate is me. ”

"Don't tell jokes. I don't know why, but I always felt that I should go to the south at this time. ”

"If you go to the south, you'll die. ”

"If you don't go, you'll die. ”

"Makes sense. ”

Ning Que actually knew very well that if Sang Sang appeared on the battlefield in the Southern Wasteland at this time, the most likely thing to happen would not necessarily be death, but it was likely to be more terrible than death.

He said: "It is said that live lively, die alone, if you really want to die, there should indeed be a lively ceremony, and if you go to the end of the road, you may still find a chance to live." ”

Sang Sang laughed happily when he saw that he agreed with his own opinion.

Although I don't know the specific situation on the battlefield in the south, it can be clearly felt from the atmosphere of the desolate tribe that the situation faced by the desolate people is becoming more and more severe, and even the women in the tribe have begun to prepare leather armor weapons and may go to the front line to join the battle at any time.

According to Ning Que's previous plan, he used the Desolate tribe to block the Central Plains coalition army for a period of time to see if Sangsang's condition could be improved, and then he took Sangsang to the cold region of the extreme north, even if he went to the shore of Atami to be a savage, he could not be caught by the powerhouses of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, but Sangsang's condition did not improve, but became more and more strict, especially Sangsang himself was unwilling to continue to flee, so he would take a break.

After making a decision, I don't know if there is a reason why the spirit finally has a place to rest, Sangsang's spirit has become a little better, and she no longer wants to sleep as she did a few days ago, and the cold breath in her body is getting heavier and heavier, but she has some appetite, and a bowl of meat porridge is eaten most of the time before she puts it down.

Ning Que boiled a large pot of hot water and bathed her. Sang Sang sat in the cauldron, the cold on his body overflowed, and the firewood under the pot continued to burn, adding fire charms to ensure that the flame was not extinguished.

"It's making people look like I'm going to stew you and eat it. ”

Ning Que rubbed her hair and said with a smile.

Sang Sang laughed a little innocently and said, "The stinky thing is not delicious." ”

Ning Que said: "My Sangsang is the sweetest and most delicious. ”

Sang Sang said: "Then I didn't see you really eat me." ”

Ning Que said with a smile: "Who makes you always angry." Been sick. ”

Sangsang looked up. Looking at him with wide eyes, he said seriously: "If you don't eat it again, you really can't eat it." ”

Ning Que pressed her head down and said, "It's not that you don't know that I don't like meat. ”

Sang Sang said aggrievedly: "When I was a child, I was in Weicheng. All the meat is for you to eat, and in Chang'an City, you like to be tired of being by Sister Shui Zhu'er. Where can I see that I don't like it?"

Ning Que was speechless, so he didn't speak, picked up a towel and wrapped her up on the bed, then carefully wiped off the water on her body that had condensed into ice beads, and then took out the fat powder of Chen Kum Kee's family and applied it evenly on her face.

Sang Sang looked at his little face in the mirror, sighed and said: "I used to feel that I was born black, but then I became whiter and whiter when I was sick, and now it is black again." There is no fixed number in black and white, which is really troublesome. ”

Ning Que finished wiping the powder for her, and began to paint her eyebrows again. casually responded: "My family Sangsang." If you want to be black, you can be black, and if you want to be white, you can be white. It's really a little beauty who is always suitable for heavy makeup. ”

Sang Sang said: "Ning Que, you are getting thicker and thicker now, and you tell such a big lie, and your expression remains the same. ”

Ning Que looked at the clean little face in front of her, looked at her inky eyebrows and short hair like blades of grass, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, and then kissed her cool lips, and said, "You are already very beautiful." ”

Sang Sang was a little ashamed, but he looked at him bravely and went back to the past.

Ning Que smiled, put on her underwear, pasted a fire charm, put on a few thick cotton shirts, whistled outside the tent, and then looked at her quietly and asked, "Let's go?"

Sangsang nodded and said, "Let's go." ”

Ning Que said, "Then let's go." ”

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Just go, you don't need any reason, just don't stay anymore. Ning Que and Sang Sang refused the fierce retention and even obstruction of the desolate tribe, and drove south in a black carriage.

-- They came after a lot of hardship, and suddenly left, just like when they waited for the senior brother in Chaoyang City for a whole winter, and then they broke up when they met.

This kind of behavior seems a bit ridiculous, almost child's play, but in fact it is a helpless choice under the absolute predicament, chic is fake chic, the bottom is extremely cold despair, no matter how big the world is, there is no place for it, there is no direction and no end to escape, then there is no meaning.

Sang Sang, who was seriously ill and dying, didn't want to run anymore, so Ning Que didn't run anymore, so they carried a cold air and went to the battlefield in the south, and it was at the moment when they decided not to flee anymore that he and her only remaining time in the world regained a certain meaning called freedom.

These days the escape is forced, the departure is also forced, between the war between the light and the dark, they do everything to deal with, are forced, only at this time to die calmly, is the choice they take the initiative to make, because only the true representative of eternal death, is higher than light and darkness.

Sang Sang had already seen his own end and knew that he couldn't get rid of it, so she was very calm, Ning Que had figured out these things and seen through the truth, or he had no hope for Sang Sang's illness, so he was no longer afraid and sad, and he began to calm down.

The big black horse could not calm down, its hooves stepped on the grass, sniffed the fragrance of wild flowers, its hips were padded with a few thick animal skin pads, and it could not prevent the cold air in the carriage from invading, and it was already frozen between its legs and lost consciousness, it was very panicked.

The black carriage left the Desolate Tribe, and the thick dark clouds in the sky gradually moved, enveloping the wasteland in the late spring, making the grass in the field dim.

More than ten black crows flew south with the carriage, I don't know if it was because the cold breath in Sang Sang's body overflowed more and more strictly, so that the temperature of the air became much lower, and they became a lot quieter.

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(I took advantage of yesterday's holiday to get a good night's sleep.,The biological clock was adjusted.,I hope this time I can last longer.,It's best to keep going.,It's still too easy to get sleepy when you write during the day.,There are updates at night.,In addition, please don't forget jì.,There will be an update tomorrow.,I wish you all a happy weekend.") ）