When Sangsang was a human, she seemed a little clumsy and didn't like to talk much. In fact, that was just on the surface. The most fundamental reason was that she had a cold personality. If one looked deeper, the reason was that she never had any real feelings for the world she lived in.
The soldiers and civilians in the City of Wei, and Second Brother and Chen Pipi in the Academy had all cared for her. Xiaocao had given her many gifts, but she rarely returned them.
The past was the bond she had left in the human world. Since she couldn't cut it off, she had to make up for it. But Ning Que was an exception.
She had given enough feelings to Ning Que in the human world. She had dedicated all her thoughts and even her life to him. So she didn't need to make up for it. If she wanted to cut off the bond with Ning Que, she would need to take back everything she had given him, such as washing his feet, making his bed, and following him around.
To her, it had nothing to do with whether it was interesting or not. It was what she should do.
Ning Que didn't think it was what he should do. But compared to the pain of being dismembered, washing her feet was really a small thing. So he squatted down without hesitation.
He didn't think it was humiliating. Just like what he thought when he knelt down in front of the Divine Hall of Light at the peak during the Rite to Light, "You've knelt down to wash my feet for me many times over the years. So what if I pay you back this time?"
The temperature of the water in the copper basin was just right for her feet, but a little hot for his hands. Ning Que poured the water on her feet and rubbed them carefully, not even missing the space between her toes.
Her feet were still as white as before, just softer and more tender than before, and the skin above her ankles was also white. Ning Que looked at the feet in the basin and thought about these things. Then he found that his hands were scalded red. He then remembered that when she washed his feet in the past, her hands were often scalded red as well.
Sangsang had never worn shoes since she woke up in the northernmost peak. In the city of the Kingdom of Song, the charming woman had given her a pair of shoes, but she had thrown them away as if they were worn out.
She walked barefoot through the Wilderness, the countryside, the city, all the way to the West-Hill Divine Palace and the mortal world. Her feet were still so clean, without any dirt on them. There was not even a speck of dust on her round, smooth, glass-like nails. She looked so beautiful and moving.
Ning Que had washed for a long time, but the water in the copper basin was still so clear. It even gave people a feeling that fish must like swimming in it, and it was refreshing even if they drank it.
But he still washed her feet seriously and attentively. Because he knew that Sangsang wanted him to wash her feet, not because they were dirty, but because she needed him to wash her feet.
Normally, a girl would laugh like a silver bell when being rubbed by a man's hands, no matter whether it was itchy or not. But Sangsang did not respond no matter how gentle or heavy Ning Que's movements were. She looked very serious, as if she was participating in a very important activity. But it was not a religious baptism, just a foot washing. So her solemnity seemed a little ridiculous.
Ning Que picked up her feet from the basin and put them on his knees. He took the snow-white towel and wiped her feet dry. Then he put her feet back on the couch, put the towel on his shoulder, took the copper basin, and went to the terrace of the Divine Palace to pour the foot-washing water into the wind and snow between the cliffs.
The wind and snow were picturesque, and the cliffs were also picturesque. The basin of foot-washing water was like an ink brush in the hands of a naughty child, unreasonably painting a beautiful picture.
Ning Que remembered that many years ago, when he was locked in the cliff cave in the back mountain of the Academy by his teacher, Sangsang served him, cooked, and emptied the toilet bowl. The vegetable washing water and the yellow and white filth in the toilet bowl were all poured into the beautiful cliffs by her, startling the white flowing clouds and the silver thread-like waterfall.
"It seems interesting," he thought with a smile.
Through this period of fighting and today's ritualistic foot-washing, he had a better understanding of today's Sangsang, that is, Haotian who had fallen into the human world.
She was the collection of the rules of this world. Just like what his teacher said in the restaurant in the Kingdom of Song last year, she was objective, absolutely calm, and absolutely logical. Even if she had a life caused by self-perpetuation and subjective self-awareness, this was her way of survival.
This kind of high-level life form was indeed frightening. But in Ning Que's eyes, Sangsang was scary but also a little cute, just like the little handmaiden Sangsang used to be, who seemed a little clumsy.
She was never stupid, but just a little clumsy and a little clumsy.
She wanted to cut off her relationship with the human world, and if she couldn't do so, she would want to end it. She judged her relationship with the human world according to the cold and objective mathematical method, but she didn't expect that those relationships were not cold. Things like emotions and life could not be calculated.
She thought she had found the right way. As long as she paid back what she owed Ning Que and took back what she had dedicated to him, she could cut off her relationship with the human world and return to Haotian's Divine Kingdom.
But she didn't understand that for human beings, sometimes love was not a one-sided contribution, and being loved was not necessarily a one-sided gain. In short, these were all very complicated things. Even if she could calculate, she couldn't calculate all the details. On the contrary, the more she thought and calculated, the easier it was for her to sink into it and couldn't extricate herself.
When she began to think in the way of human beings and began to value human emotions, she would gradually lose her objectivity and become more and more like a human being.
Ning Que began to feel that this matter was gradually becoming more and more interesting.
The West-Hill Divine Palace ruled this world. In order to provide for the disabled elders in the Zhishou Abbey, gold and silver from all countries were sent to the Qingqing Mountains. The old Taoists in the cave were even so extravagant that they used the fur of the Snowfield Direwolf as a mattress. Now the West-Hill Divine Palace worshiped Haotian. When Haotian wanted to eat, it could be imagined how many rare ingredients were sent to the Peach Mountain.
A girl in white brought Ning Que into the kitchen. He had never thought that a kitchen could be more magnificent than the imperial palace. He had also never seen so many rare ingredients. Looking at the bear paws piled up like cabbages by the wall and the dried shark fins soaked in the pond like pickles, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Is the Divine Hall going to open a restaurant?"
The girl in white blushed. She and her companions had lived in the Divine Hall of Light for half a year and enjoyed infinite glory, but no one dared to talk to them. Although they were devout, they were still young. Hearing Ning Que's words, they almost laughed out loud. "The bear paws are used to make soup, and the shark fins are used to make sauce. Today's main ingredients are at the back. Could you … go and see for yourself?"
"Extravagant, too extravagant."
Ning Que walked through the rare ingredients and sighed with emotion. There were a lot of foodies in the Academy, and his teacher was the biggest foodie in history. But he had never seen such a scene.
He came to the stove and looked at the oil and all kinds of spices in the iron pot. He nodded with satisfaction and asked, "What's her favorite dish recently?"
The girl in white thought about it seriously and said, "Master is not picky about food. But once we found a chef from Chang 'an City to make a bowl of hot and sour noodle slice soup. Master seemed very happy."
Ning Que understood.
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The dinner in the Divine Hall of Light was very simple. It was so simple that the two girls in white who were in charge of setting the table looked pale. They were worried that Sangsang would be unhappy.
Ning Que made a dish of cabbage head in vinegar, a pot of radish stewed with preserved pig trotters, a plate of stir-fried water spinach, and a bowl of egg yolk tofu. He used the most common ingredients. The girl in white was very anxious and suggested that he should at least change the egg yolk into crab roe, but he refused without hesitation.
The dining table in the Divine Hall of Light was also very big, even bigger than an ordinary house. The simple dishes on the table looked even more shabby.
Sangsang sat down at the table. Ning Que stood beside her and served her a bowl of pig trotters soup and a bowl of white rice. The two girls in white lowered their heads and were too nervous to say anything.
Looking at the shabby dishes on the table, Sangsang was silent for a while. She did not say anything or get angry. She took the bowl from Ning Que and began to eat.
She ate very fast, just like in the old days. The reason why she ate so fast was because she had to clean the table and wash the dishes after eating. The reason why she ate so fast now was because eating was just a habit for her. It had nothing to do with absorbing energy, and it was not a human enjoyment.
It didn't take long for the dishes to be almost finished. She ate three bowls of white rice and then stood up to leave. Although she did not say anything, she felt that she should be satisfied.
Ning Que looked at the girl in white and smiled. He sat at the table and pulled over the rice bucket. He poured the leftovers on the plate into the bucket and ate it happily.
She used to eat leftovers. Now it was his turn.
She used to wash the dishes after the meal. Now it was his turn.
After washing the dishes, Ning Que felt a little sore. He walked back to the Divine Hall and found that it was already dark. He wanted to light the lamp on the stone wall, but found that someone was ready to go to bed.
He made the bed and made the quilt. Then he fetched some hot water and repeated the process of washing feet during the day.
Sangsang withdrew her feet and put them under the quilt. She slowly closed her eyes.
Ning Que washed his feet with the remaining water and poured it into the cliff against the wind and snow. He rubbed his hands and ran back to the bed and sat on it.
Sangsang opened her eyes. Her expression was indifferent and scary.
Ning Que explained very seriously, "Normally, I should warm your bed at this time."
Sangsang frowned slightly and felt a little annoyed.
Ning Que did not seem to see her reaction. He said with a smile, "You used to be cold and never succeeded in warming my bed. But I have a hot body."
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(There were a lot of typos in yesterday's chapter. When I revised it, I also adjusted some words and sentences. I found that it still needs to be revised. If there is enough time in the future, I will try to do it.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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