The most cruel words in the world, the right and the wrong is one, and the vicissitudes of life are also one.
Daming has been buried long ago, and even the mortal enemy has no bones left. All obsessions have been subverted by the changes of the times. The enemy of the country and the family hate that no one remembers, but only himself.
Qin Liangyu fell into an empty silence, like an abandoned child. The contrast between her ignorant expression and her ignorant expression was so absurd, she gripped the white-barrel gun again, stretched out her left hand, and covered it over the fallen leaves, her fingers folded slightly. As soon as she grabbed it, the leaves seemed to be picked up and shaped into a half-human shape. She put them down again, and they fell to the ground like scattered sand.
An empty scene... The blue veins at her temple bulged, and she was a little dizzy, shaking her head back and forth unsupported.
She heard the girl around her twitch her nose lightly, and her restrained hands followed her movements, grabbing and releasing the skirt.
Qin Liangyu stood up tremblingly, and her hunched posture showed the arrogance of riding alone. She said, "I was obsessed with my mind and body back then.
She laughed softly, as if she had lost several battles, and she told the restless soldiers below that she was responsible for the ineffective decision-making.
She remembered that year.
Her husband was unjustly imprisoned and ended in hatred, and the soldiers almost wanted to rebel. Instead of resenting the court, she comforted her subordinates, calmed people's hearts, and remained in command and loyal.
Aiko died on the battlefield, and the bad news came, the lieutenant eight-foot man couldn't hold himself back, she laughed three times, and said with tears: "Okay! I'm really good!"
All her hatred gave way to love and loyalty, and all her love and loyalty were dedicated to the country and the people.
She walked slowly to the depths of the woods, Song Shijiu stood up and tried to catch up, but Li Shiyi grabbed her wrist.
She gently shook her head at Song Nineteen and said, "Go down the mountain."
The old and desolate figure disappeared at the end of the fog. Song Shijiu turned back and was dragged down the mountain by Li Shiyi. The soreness in her heart was like a blown goat milk, and the stalk was on the verge of exploding. When she took a step, she shook it, squeezing her heart so that she could only numb and beat slightly, for fear that if it was bigger, she would be blown into a bloody mess.
She stopped, pulled her hand back, and asked Li Shiyi, "Why not let her reincarnate?"
Li Shiyi turned to look at her, her eyes were wet, and her eyes were so red that they seemed to be embedded in candlelight. When she finished speaking, she frantically pursed her lips and twitched her chin, suppressing her sadness very hard.
But Li Shiyi didn't answer in a hurry, he only supported her shoulders, and squatted with her back: "I'll carry you down the mountain."
Song Nineteen didn't understand, he just shook his head, remembering that Li Shiyi couldn't see it, and said, "Your ankle is still injured."
However, Li Shiyi was noncommittal, his hand gently moved behind his back, as if he had embraced Song Shijiu countless times, and repeated: "I carry you on my back."
Song Nineteen didn't want Li Eleven to repeat it a third time.
So she raised the back of her hand and wiped her right eye, leaning over and lying on her back obediently.
Li Shiyi's back was thin and soft, thin but boneless, with the usual fragrance around his neck, Song Shijiu hugged her and suddenly understood why Li Shiyi wanted to carry her.
Her heart was pressed against her warm back, and the loneliness of sadness was squeezed out. Her heart began to vibrate, vibrating at the place where they were connected, beating more steadily.
However, the gesture of facing her back left more space and respect than hugging, which was enough for Song Nineteen to maintain a self-esteem that no one wanted to see.
She finally understood that Li Shiyi was not only her childhood sweetheart, but also her bamboo horse, the clothes that covered her embarrassing nakedness, the rope that bound her helpless hair, the land under her feet, and the shade of the trees above her head.
She held back her tears and leaned her head on Li Shiyi's shoulder.
Seeing her calm down, Li Shiyi said, "I'll be a paper figurine, but it won't take that long."
This was just the beginning, Song Nineteen understood, so she patiently waited for Li Shiyi to continue.
"Since I suspected that she was General Qin, I felt that the matter was very difficult, so for the rest of the time, I asked Aaro to help me, and used Shentu decree to check the government records."
There was one more thing she didn't say, just because Song Nineteen had said that this matter was related to him, so Li Shiyi was particularly concerned.
"I used the blood cut by Ye Bing as a guide to investigate General Qin's reincarnation."
Song Nineteen was stunned, and listened to her words while holding his breath.
"The result is that after General Qin's death, he will be reincarnated and enjoy ten generations of wealth, no difference."
"This..." Song Nineteen couldn't believe it.
Li Shiyi took a breath: "Since General Qin has been reincarnated, there should be someone else on the mountain, but she just said that she is Qin Liangyu."
Song Nineteen hugged her tighter, but he couldn't turn his head around, as if his brain was being hammered, he hummed: "What's going on?"
"I guess," Li Shiyi smiled leisurely in front of him, "There are people who have the ability to stop time, and probably have the ability to send him back to his death."
Song Nineteen was stunned for two seconds, her eyes suddenly lit up, her mouth was dry, but she was cautious, and narrowed her eyes in disbelief, "You mean..."
Song Nineteen vaguely understood what Li Shiyi meant. If Qin Liangyu has been reborn normally, it means that in the future, there will be a person who will turn back time and send Qin Liangyu's ghost back to the day of his death, set things right, and make General Qin reincarnate smoothly.
Li Shi nodded and said, "It's not the time yet." The little monster on his back is not so capable yet, so he has to wait.
Song Nineteen opened his mouth, so it turned out that Li Shiyi didn't make Qin Liangyu reincarnate immediately.
The goat's milk in my heart was broken, it turned out to be just a small bubble, "bang" like a small sound of exploding fireworks, leaving a warm spark all over the place.
She put her arms around Li Shiyi's neck, she clearly had the answer, but she wanted to confirm it again: "Who is it?"
Without revealing her trick, Li Shiyi secretly widened the curvature of the corner of his mouth.
After a while, he said: "Flying immortals outside the sky."
Song Nineteen's tears were still shaky, but the corners of her pursed lips were raised and raised, and her smile was nondescript, making her chest sweet and sour.
She raised her eyes, stunned, forgot what she wanted to say, and just looked around blankly: "Eleven, why is it bright again today?"
A bird passed under the sun and landed on the translucent branches and leaves. It gathered its wings and chirped, and the grass was pushed to the side. Occasionally jumped over a fat hare. It only belonged to the openness of the afternoon. Her face wandered, making her amber eyes ethereal and clear.
Li Shiyi also raised his head and glanced, "Hmm".
At this moment, he was about to walk over the edge of the circle, the time was very chaotic, and the rotation of the sun inside was unusual. It was no wonder that Qin Liangyu couldn't tell which night was today, and he was afraid that he would have to go down the mountain to return to normal.
The person behind him shook his calf, and his toes were gently hooked up. Li Shiyi glanced at him, smiled faintly, and said, "If you don't feel uncomfortable, then come down."
Song Nineteen climbed down honestly, thinking that Li Shiyi had something to say to her: "What?"
Li Shiyi rubbed his elbow: "Hands are sore."
Song Nineteen looked at her walking back, and suddenly wanted to kiss her.
She knew that Li Shijiu was fulfilling his promise to her, she forgave her calmly, and then tried to make Song Shijiu forgive herself.
"Eleven." Song Nineteen followed.
"That trick just now, I thought of the name."
"What is it?"
"Look at the moon and listen to the wind." Song Nineteen said.
Even though the sun is shining brightly at the moment, she still feels that her greatest ability is to be able to hold the high moon in her arms.
The gramophone was hoarse, and sang humming very poorly. The small building was broken, and the circuit was not very stable, so even the machine became hoarse. It turns out that the same is true of this heartless part, there must be a steady stream of things to coax, in order to sing a beautiful play.
Instruments are like this, people are like this.
Arlo listened again, and went upstairs on his own, flipping through the books in the study.
The heavy courtyard door creaked, as if it was also dyed with the excitement of waiting for a long time to return. Arrow stopped his eyes on the second line of the right page, and counted his heartbeat together with the frequency of high heels, counting to thirty-seventh. At that time, the man entered the kitchen, and then there was the sound of splashing water.
Her keen sense of hearing drew down every movement of A Yin like a picture, and she heard her wipe her hands with a handkerchief, and then stretched out her hand to pull her hair. With her delicate makeup, she immediately pursed her fresh lips and released it with a "boo" sound.
See, even Ah Luo's heart can consciously complete all of Ah Yin's small movements.
Nana's graceful figure stopped one step at a time and went upstairs. The wooden planks of the stairs were the keys to congratulate her, playing a graceful symphony.
A Yin is the most calm conductor.
The conductor took the heel of his shoe as a sign, went upstairs and walked to the left, as if he was going to go back to the house, and it seemed that he was looking for someone to ask questions because of the light in Arrow's study, or because of the exceptional silence of the small building. , In short, after several hesitations, the pair of Kou Dan's beautiful hands pushed open the door of the study.
The door lock clucked, and Aro's heart clucked.
She lowered her head and didn't want to look at A Yin again, she just turned the book again and said, "I'm back."
As soon as the words come out, they are easily out of date. Some emotions get tired easily.