What should come is to come,

What should be gone is still to be left.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and get her hands done!"

Lord Luxiang held a person in one hand and reprimanded Xia Xun.

"I'll take care of it..."

Xia Xun turned his eyes to look back at Lord Luxiang, and said coldly: "Remember what I just said, otherwise, I will definitely not let you have a good life!"

"Humph!"

"You speak, you'd better show me some respect!"

"Then how did you ever respect me?"

"Do you have the right for me to respect?"

"Then you're eligible?"

“......”

"Looking for death again?"

"Do you dare?"

“......”

"Bastard!

Lord Luxiang is about to be blown up, the dignified king is powerful, even if he hides it in the sky, but once upon a time he has suffered such a nest?

Besides, this is still an out-of-body kid's nest...

He didn't want to stay in this place for a moment, and scolded fiercely, spitting out a mouthful of saliva full of contempt. grabbed the two of them directly, and strode quickly into the deep alley angrily...

"Woo... Eldest brother... Elder brother... Big sister... Woo..."

People parting is the saddest.

"Woo... Thank you... You guys... Woo"

"Woo..."

The stubborn little doll finally couldn't help crying.

Although, I don't know what this cry represents, but I am reluctant to give up on the two people who have known each other for only half a day. is still afraid of the unknown for its own future.

However, this terrible cry is enough to move...

"Woo... Thank you... Woo"

"Boy, don't cry!

Looking at the figure in the distance, Xia Xun greeted the warm sun and shouted with his hands.

"Woo... The dog baby doesn't cry..."

Although you don't cry, how can you hold back the sadness in the depths?

The sad voice is poignant, shouting the old hometown, and the deserted village is mourning.

When will the young leave home, when will they return, and where will they return?

"Woo... Thank you... Brother..."

"Woo..."

The sound is getting quieter.

As the departing people quickened their pace, the bitter cry gradually became an echo...

Faster and farther...

Eventually, it disappeared into the endless bush.

......

People, gone.

There is a faint tinnitus that echoes in this deserted village that has been reduced to ashes...

At this moment,

The sound was quiet, and the fire was extinguished.

The sword and sword shadows, intrigue, and fear, which lasted for half a day, all subsided with the burly figure leaving.

Leave only one unforgettable memory...

"It's the best ending I can think of. ”

"Don't worry, he won't lie to me..."

"Well..."

“......”

Xia Xun walked back to Peony, slowly squatted down with his back to her, and said with a smile: "Then let's go too!"

"Well..."

Naturally, Peony climbed onto this not necessarily strong back. Her hands gently wrapped around his neck, and her delicate face, accompanied by green silk brushing his ears...

"Ride a pony home..."

"Then you can sit tight... The pony wants to fly... Drive..."

“......”

The faint ringtones are childlike and scattered in the ruins...

The blood-red "pony", carrying a blood-red shadow, walked on the way home...

It's hard to imagine, but it's not hard to feel.

Before last night, when the two of them met, they still had to use "girl" and "son" to be commensurate. Who knows, when they wake up from this sleep, they are familiar with each other, as if they have become two fingers connected to each other...

It's really hard to put into words what happened. As for the flowers and fruits that will come out of things, it is impossible to talk about it...

merely

Some words don't really need to be said directly. As long as there are a few strands of love lingering, you understand Qing's heart, Qing knows my mind, what's wrong with being vague?

This is called the beginning of love...

It's like last night, the smiling gentleman's heart was drunk. In the Buddha statue, the heart of the ten fingers connected to the heart has a voice. By the creek and on the top of the mountain, life and death depend on each other until death. Gossip under the trees in the mountains... The anger here rushes to the crown, and the little hands are clapping wildly...

Wait, wait...

The road is endless, the road is endless, and there is a mixture of joy and sorrow.

I can't finish talking, I can't finish talking, that's the love of children...

Sons and daughters,

Broken walls.

The past and the smoke here,

A deserted village is even more desolate.

A fire burned out what little life it had left. On both sides of the deep alley... The black is charcoal, the yellow is earth, and there are some uncolored rags drifting.

Wisps of black smoke rose slowly, like ghosts of the day full of grievances, unwillingly telling their grievances.

This is their home...

This scorched yellow earth has once nurtured their ancestors. They have no quarrel with the world, but they are just a mortal dust in the world. Sunrise, morning glory farming, fishing by boat. When I return home at sunset, I will talk about tea and play with my children and grandchildren. For them, this is the paradise of the mortal world, without seeking fame and fortune, and without seeking immortality in heaven and earth. What the killing of the rivers and lakes is, has never been about them...

How...

People don't invite the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes knock on their doors.

In just two months, an invisible big hand has turned this simple paradise into a dyed buried corpse. Eventually, a fire was lit and the bones were burned to ashes.

From then on, there were no bones to be found...

They died unjustly, and they didn't look away.

Ordinary people slaughter chickens, ducks and geese, so that they can still feast people's mouths or something. However, the simple people here don't even know how they died from beginning to end, why did they die... I don't know it.

This is a great injustice!

is so big that even those two young men and women with extraordinary wisdom can't open up a corner of the truth for them and dissipate a trace of resentment for them after experiencing half a day of horror.

But, they can't be blamed for that.

It's just that the big hand hidden in the dark is so terrifying...

From the conversations of those people in the night last night, we can know that there is far more than one such place of grievances. And before he left, the Lord of the Incense had something else to say. You can vaguely feel that this seems to be a game of ambush.

And it's a big game...

Because, what the bureau refers to is probably related to the terrorist plotter who is far away in the north. And, all the people or things that can have something to do with him...

I will never be able to do without the game that has been stagnant for 20 years, with all beings as the son...

"Could this be your grandfather's layout?"

"I don't know..."

The girl said, "I'm afraid that the matter here is not a small implication..."

The boy said, "It's just a game for adults." When I get back, I'll write back to the village and ask for clarification. ”

The sun shines on the shadows, the mountain wind does not stop, and the figures are bleak.

As the two of them walked away, they escaped into the jungle.

In the meantime, there is no one here...

"Don't you want to know who that person is?"

"Heh... As long as he's a good guy to you, it's done. As for other things, as he said, we're still too small..."

"Well..."

"But... He's really a good guy, at least, he's really good to me...", the girl on the boy's back, nodded heavily. Looking at the flowers blooming in the bushes in the distance, she thought about it and continued to say quietly:

"When I was very young, I was sent by my father and mother to ask for heaven and worship under my husband. I was probably three or four years old at that time, and I was the youngest of my disciples..."

As she spoke, she smiled inexplicably: "When I first went, I called the other senior brothers uncle..."

smiled and said, "Because they're really much older than me, I can't play with them..."

"During that time, I was lonely, no one to talk to me, no one to play with, and every day after finishing my homework, I ran back to my small room, and I cried secretly..."

"It's uncomfortable..."

"Until one day, the man came to me and said he could take me to play..."

"What are you playing?" It may be that the girl's words in her memory were too slow, and the young man who was carrying her was really itchy to hear it, so he couldn't help but interject and ask.

"Well..."

The girl rolled her eyes and thought for a while: "It's a lot of fun, make bamboo dragonflies... Go boating in the back mountains... It's all there, but my favorite is..."

"I like it the most, let him grab that and let you pluck your hair..."The boy laughed teasingly, and broke off again.

"Oh, it hurts... Auntie..."

"Humph..."

Seeing that the young man laughed at himself with the words of the man in the morning, the girl became angry, raised her little hand, which had been swollen, and pinched the young man's chest muscles: "It's not what you said..."

"I like to eat his dishes the most, he is very good at cooking...", after pinching it, the girl let go of her little hand and said.

"Uh... It turned out to be a cook, a cook in the realm of kings, how powerful that is. ”

The young man rubbed his pectoral muscles with his hand: "Then the dishes he cooked... Is it delicious to make a bamboo rat from me?"

The girl buried her head a little lower, put it next to the boy's ear, and whispered playfully, "Do you want to hear the truth?

Xia Xun turned his face slightly, pretending to be displeased: "Then you mean that I didn't do as well as him?"

Peony is even more playful, and it is a little naughty: "Of course, no matter how long people cook, they are much bigger than you..."

"......" Xia Xun was speechless, and glanced at the girl's eyes, with a hint of sourness.

"Hehe... But..."The girl smiled, deliberately pulling the word "pass" into a slender one, as if she wanted to arouse the minds of the people around her...

In just one word, she dragged her for a full three breaths, and she changed her breath and said more quietly: "However, now I prefer what you do..."

“......”

The girl's faint orchid fragrance brushed the young man's cheeks leisurely, and there was a burst of purple and red: "For... Why?"

"I won't tell you..."

“......”