When Sangsang was a human being, she felt a little clumsy and didn't like to talk much, in fact, those were just appearances, the most fundamental reason was because her temperament was very cold, if you went to the deepest depths, the reason why this was so was because she never had any real feelings for the world she lived in.

Whether it is the military and civilians of Weicheng, or the second senior brother and Chen Pipi in the academy, they have all given her a lot of care, Xiaocao has given her a lot of gifts, but she rarely gives the other party in return.

These pasts are the dust she left behind in the world, since she can't cut it off, and she wants to break it, she must make up for those former affections, but Ning Que is an exception.

She has given enough emotion to Ning Que in the world, she has dedicated all her thoughts and even her life to him, so she doesn't need to compensate Ning Que, if she wants to break the relationship with Ning Que, she needs to claim back everything she has dedicated to him, such as washing his feet and making beds to be followed by housework.

In her opinion, this matter has nothing to do with whether it is interesting or not, it is just something that should be done.

Ning Que didn't think that these things were what he should do, but compared to the suffering of Ling Chi, washing her feet was really just a trivial matter, so he squatted down without hesitation.

He didn't feel any humiliation in this matter, just like he thought when he knelt down to the temple of light at the peak of the Light Festival, how about letting you kneel and wash my feet many times over the years, what about returning you once today?

The temperature of the water in the copper basin was just right for her feet, but it was a little hot for her opponents, Ning Que picked up the water and poured it on her feet, rubbing it carefully, and didn't even miss it between her toes.

Her feet are still so white, just softer and more tender than before, and the skin on her ankles is also white now, Ning Que looked at the feet in the basin, thinking about these things, and then found that her hands were burned red, and remembered that when she washed her feet before, those little hands were often burned red.

Sang Sang has not worn shoes since she woke up in the Broken Peaks of the Far North, and in that city of the Song Kingdom, the charming woman once gave her a pair of shoes, which she threw away as broken shoes.

She walked barefoot through the wasteland, walked through the countryside, walked through the city, walked all the way to the Xiling Temple, walked through the red dust, her feet were still so clean, she couldn't find any dirt on them, there was not even a trace of dust between the round and smooth glass-like nails, and she looked so beautiful and moving.

Ning Que washed for a long time, and the water in the copper basin was still so clear, even giving people a feeling that the fish must like to swim in it, and even if they drank it, it would be refreshing.

But he still washed honestly, very carefully and carefully, because he understood that Sangsang let himself wash his feet not because her feet were dirty, but because she needed to wash her feet herself.

Ordinary girls, rubbed by men's hands like this, whether itchy or not, probably always let out some silver bell-like laughter in response to the occasion, but no matter whether Ning Que's movements were light or heavy, Sang Sang did not react, her expression was very strict, as if she was participating in a very important event, but this was not a religious baptism, just washing her feet, so the solemnity she revealed seemed a little ridiculous.

Ning Que picked up her feet from the basin, rested them on his lap, took the snow-white towel, wiped the water on her feet, sent her feet back to the couch, put the towel on his shoulders, picked up the copper basin, walked to the temple terrace, and poured the foot-washing water into the wind and snow between the cliffs.

The wind and snow are picturesque, the cliffs are also picturesque, and the basin of foot-washing water is like an ink pen in the hand of a naughty boy, and he has painted a stroke in this beautiful painting with great unreasonableness.

Ning Que remembered that many years ago, she was imprisoned by her teacher in the cliff cave of the cliff behind the academy, Sang Sang served herself beside her, cooking and pouring the toilet, and the yellow and white filth in the toilet was finally poured into the beautiful cliff by her, startling the white flowing clouds and the silver-like waterfall.

"Seems to be interesting. He thought with a smile.

Through the battle during this time, and the ritualistic foot-washing today, he learned more about the Sangsang of today, that is, the Haotian who fell on earth.

She is a collection of the rules of this world, just like the teacher said in the Song Guo Restaurant last year, she is objective, she is absolutely calm, and she definitely thinks logically. Even if she has the vitality of self-perpetuation, and has a subjective sense of self, this is the way she lives.

This high-level form of life form is indeed easy to frighten, but in Ning Que's opinion, Sang Sang is terrifying and a little cute, just like Sang Sang, who was still a little maid before, it looks a little clumsy.

She's never stupid, just a little clumsy, a little clumsy.

She wanted to cut off the dust in the world, and she thought about it without stopping, she judged her involvement with the human world according to the cold and objective mathematical method, but she didn't think that those involvements were not cold, and things like emotional life were inherently incalculable.

She thought that she had found the right way, as long as she paid off what she owed and claimed back what she had dedicated to Ning Que, she would be able to break off with the world and return to the Haotian Divine Kingdom.

But she doesn't understand that for human beings, sometimes love is not a one-sided dedication, and being loved is not necessarily a one-sided gain, in short, these are very complicated things, even if she can calculate it, it is impossible to calculate all the details, on the contrary, the more she thinks about it, the easier it is to sink into it, and then it is difficult to extricate herself.

When she begins to think in a human way and values human emotions, she will gradually lose her objectivity and become more and more human.

Ning Que began to feel that this matter was gradually becoming more interesting.

Xiling Temple rules the world, in order to support the disabled elders in the Zhishou Temple, gold and silver treasures from various countries are continuously sent into the Qingqing Mountains, those old ways in the caves, even extravagant enough to use the fur of the giant wolf in the snow field as a mattress, now the Xiling Temple is dedicated to Haotian, when Haotian wants to eat, you can imagine how many rare ingredients have been sent to the peach mountain.

A girl in white brought Ning Que into the stove room. He never thought that when there was a stove room that could be built more splendid than the palace, he had never seen so many rare ingredients, looking at the bear's paws on the wall like cabbage, and looking at the dry wings waiting to be soaked like pickles in the pool, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "The temple is going to change its career to open a restaurant?"

The little face of the girl in white was a little red, she and her companions lived in the Temple of Light for half a year, enjoying infinite glory, but no one dared to talk to them, although they were pious, but after all, they were still young, listening to Ning Que's words, they almost laughed out loud: "Bear paws are used to hang soup, shark fin is used to simmer juice, today's main ingredient is in the back, you ...... See for yourself?"

"Extravagant, too extravagant.

Ning Que walked among those rare ingredients, thinking with emotion, there are a bunch of foodies gathered in the academy, and the teacher is the number one foodie in the past, but I am afraid that I have never seen such a formation.

When he came to the stove, he nodded with satisfaction and looked at the iron pot shovel of oil and all kinds of spices, and then asked, "What is her favorite dish lately?"

The girl in white thought about it seriously and said, "The master is not picky about food, but once we found a cook from Chang'an City to make a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, and the host seemed to be very happy." ”

Ning Que understood.

Today's dinner at the Temple of Light was very simple, very simple, so simple that the faces of the two white-clothed girls who were in charge of setting the dishes were a little pale, and they were very worried that Sang Sang would be unhappy.

Ning Que made a dish of vinegar-soaked cabbage, burned a bowl of radish and stewed pig's trotters, fried a plate of water spinach, and made a bowl of egg yolk tofu, using the most ordinary ingredients, the girl in white was very anxious, and he at least wanted to replace the egg yolk with crab roe, and he refused without hesitation.

The dining table in the Temple of Light is also very large, larger than the four-entry mansion of ordinary people, and the simple dishes on the table look more and more shabby.

Sang Sang sat down at the dining table, Ning Que stood beside her, served her a bowl of pig's trotter soup, and a bowl of white rice for her, and the two girls in white lowered their heads and were nervously speechless.

Looking at the shabby dishes on the table, Sang Sang was silent for a while, she didn't say anything, she didn't get angry, she took the rice bowl handed over by Ning Que and began to eat.

She eats very fast, just as fast as she did back then, and the reason why she was fast back then was because after she finished eating, she had to wipe the table and wash the dishes, and now she is fast because eating is just a habit for her, and it has nothing to do with absorbing energy, let alone human enjoyment.

It didn't take long for the dishes to be eaten, and she ate three bowls of white rice, then got up and left, and although she didn't speak, she felt quite satisfied.

Ning Que looked at the girl in white and smiled, sat down at the dining table, pulled over the rice bucket, poured the leftover soup on the plate, and ate it very sweetly.

She used to eat leftovers a lot, but now it's his turn.

She used to wash the dishes after eating, but now it's his turn.

After Ning Que finished washing the dishes, he had some back pain, he beat his back and walked back to the temple, found that it was dark, and wanted to light the lamp on the stone wall, but found that someone was already ready to sleep.

Make the bed and fold the quilt first, then bring hot water, and repeat the process of washing your feet during the day.

Sangsang withdrew his feet, sank into the futon, and slowly closed his eyes.

Ning Que washed his feet with the remaining footwashing water, then poured the footwashing water into the cliff against the wind and snow, rubbed his hands and ran back to the bed, and sat down.

Sang Sang opened his eyes, his expression indifferent and terrifying.

Ning Que explained very seriously: "It stands to reason that I should warm your bed at this time. ”

Sang Sang frowned slightly, a little disgusted.

Ning Que didn't seem to see her reaction, and said with a smile: "You used to have a cold body, and you have never successfully warmed my bed, but I have a fiery body." ”

(There were a lot of typos in that chapter yesterday, and when I revised it, I adjusted some of the words and sentences, and found that it really still needs to be revised, and when I write it in the future, if I have enough time, I will try to do it.) (To be continued.)