Ning Que said it naturally, especially the last line, "hot body". It was like a clumsy poem written by a young poet, which was straightforward and funny.
Sangsang did not feel happy and said indifferently, "No need."
Ning Que felt that she was being polite, or pretending to be polite, or trying to convince himself that she was being polite. So he moved to the bed impolitely, and his hand fell on the quilt.
Sangsang looked at him. There was no emotion in her bright willowy eyes, not even disgust.
Ning Que's face instantly turned pale and he began to cough.
Once he started coughing, it was hard to stop. He coughed so hard that his heart and lungs were torn apart. He curled his body in pain until he coughed out blood, which fell on the ground like dark red plum blossoms.
His chest was as painful as being pierced by a burning blade. He was very worried that if he continued to cough like this, he might die of blood exhaustion, or even cough out his heart and liver.
Sangsang's face was expressionless.
Ning Que stood up and left the bed. He rubbed his aching chest and picked up the quilt that should belong to him. He walked to a dark corner and laid it on the bed, letting out a sigh.
This sigh sounded a little aggrieved.
When they were in Min Mountain, he and Sangsang always slept together. Although they had a bed and a kang in the City of Wei, they would eventually sleep in the same bed.
It was even more so after they went to Chang 'an. No matter if it was the Old Brush Pen Shop or the Yanming Lake, there was only one bed that was warm. Now their positions were reversed, and he did not even have the right to sleep on the bed.
Two girls in white were holding pear wood poles and removing the gauze. Looking at this scene and hearing Ning Que's aggrieved sigh, the girl who had talked to him in the kitchen could not help but laugh. Although she did not laugh, the smile on her face gradually began to ripple.
If it were in the past, Ning Que would definitely tease the girl in white, or pretend to be more aggrieved. But now he did not do anything, because he was worried that such teasing would make Sangsang unhappy, and her unhappiness could easily make the girl in white disappear.
He knew that she could do such a thing, because she was still Haotian. If she could, she would have killed him a long time ago. Since she was willing to kill him, then she was willing to kill anyone.
Ning Que was a very cold-blooded person, but he felt that there was no need for more people to die, especially in this cold Divine Hall of Light. He wanted to bring warmth and nothing else.
The two girls in white went to the side hall to rest. The Divine Hall of Light became particularly quiet at night. The wind and snow drifted into the hall from the balcony, but it did not lower the temperature in the hall.
Ning Que did not fall asleep. It was indeed difficult to fall asleep under such circumstances. He looked in the direction of the balcony where the wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier. Thinking that this snow had been falling for many days, he frowned slightly.
The West-Hill Divine Kingdom was known as the land blessed by Haotian. The four seasons were distinct but never harsh. Whether it was midsummer or deep winter, there was no unbearable cold or heat. It was much better than Chang 'an. However, the West-Hill this winter was much colder than in previous years. It started snowing early and never stopped.
Ning Que did not have the experience of living in the West-Hill, but he knew that this situation was somewhat rare. He thought that the Master had left Sangsang, Haotian, in the human world. Would the Everlasting Night really come?
He slowly sat up and walked to the couch to look at Sangsang.
Sangsang closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering gently. The length and distance of each eyelash were so precise that they looked like they were drawn. It was unreal.
Ning Que looked at her quietly for a long time.
He looked at her eyes and the indifference between them. He looked at her eyelashes and the wisdom in them. He looked at her lips and the redness between them. He looked at her ears and the strands of hair fluttering beside them.
He did not know if she was asleep or if Haotian needed to sleep. But he knew that even if she was asleep, the changes around her could not escape her perception.
But she did not wake up. She still quietly closed her eyes as if she was having the sweetest sleep. Her face was so ordinary, but she looked like the most noble princess.
For Ning Que, Sangsang's face was now very strange. But looking at it quietly, he felt that it was more and more familiar, as if she had always looked like this in the past years.
He did not understand why.
Because she was Haotian, or because she was his wife?
The night sky above the West-Hill Divine Palace was covered by snow clouds. The moon could not be seen. It was dark and quiet inside the Divine Hall of Light, so they could hear the sound of snow falling.
His voice was as clean as snow, so soft and fragile.
"If you want to end the fate between us, so you want me to repay what I owe you, then what about you? Shouldn't you return what belongs to me to me? "
Sangsang opened her eyes. Her slender willow-shaped eyes were extremely bright, without any residual sleepiness or laziness, because she had not fallen asleep.
She looked at Ning Que and asked expressionlessly, "Such as?"
Ning Que thought for a while and did not continue. In his opinion, those things were what he should do. As a proud human being, how could he be as boring as Haotian?
He looked between his legs and said helplessly, "Such as this? It's really inconvenient to lose something, especially when it's convenient. "
Sangsang closed her eyes again and did not say another word.
Ning Que said, "I will continue to look at you, so please do not suddenly open your eyes later. Although you look more ordinary now, suddenly opening your eyes still looks like in a horror movie."
Sangsang did not respond to him.
Ning Que also did not respond to her and himself. He stood beside the bed and looked at her quietly for a long time. When he was tired, he moved a jade stool and sat beside the bed to continue watching.
He watched until the wind and snow gradually subsided and the morning light gradually appeared.
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In the 3450th year of Dazhi of West-Hill, there was a heavy snowfall in the West-Hill Divine Kingdom. The Peach Mountain was covered with silver frost and looked exceptionally beautiful. The believers who still gathered in the villages and towns were frozen pitifully. No one knew why the West-Hill, which had always been warm, would welcome such a cold winter. The Hierarch and others, like Ning Que, vaguely guessed that it might have something to do with the Everlasting Night. They looked at the Divine Hall of Light with even more awe.
No one knew what was happening in the Divine Hall of Light. After Ning Que opened the Secluded Prison and was taken into the Divine Hall, he never came out again. No news came out of the hall either.
The story that was happening in the Divine Hall of Light, if one thought about it carefully, seemed a little ridiculous and childish. Of course, naivety was often the cruelest thing.
If this was a game of playing house, Ning Que would, of course, play the role of a servant. He would wake up every morning and start sweeping the courtyard. The Divine Hall of Light was so big that he would be exhausted to clean it.
Then he would prepare breakfast, wash the dishes, wash the clothes, make lunch, wash the dishes, mop the floor, prepare dinner, wash the dishes, wash Sangsang's feet, and finally drag his tired body to sleep.
He ate leftovers and even washed his feet with Sangsang's leftover water. For devout Haotian believers like the Hierarch, they would probably be willing to drink the water from the copper basin directly into their stomachs because it had the taste of Haotian. However, Ning Que did not have such a perverted belief, so he naturally could not be perverted. Moreover, in the world he once lived in, drinking his wife's foot-washing water was the biggest insult to a man.
In addition to these daily chores, he also had to take care of Sangsang's daily necessities, including making tea and playing chess. Making tea was easy, but playing chess … Chen Pipi had never beaten Sangsang, let alone Ning Que. Therefore, playing chess became the most painful and humiliating thing for him.
The days were simple and boring. He did all kinds of things tiredly and fell asleep at night as soon as his head touched the pillow. He no longer had the energy to stand by the bed and watch her for the whole night.
Sangsang did not seem to change at all. She was still indifferent.
Ning Que originally had great hopes for life in the Divine Hall of Light. He wanted to make her more and more like a human through spending time with her day and night. But now, looking at her emotionless face, his hopes had long turned into disappointment.
One day, he took a bamboo broom to sweep the snow on the terrace. The weather was extremely cold, just like his current mood. There was no smile on his face now, just like the cold mountains.
The bamboo broom rustled on the snow, like a brush writing on a slightly coarse bud paper. Countless messy marks were swept on the terrace, which looked like a piece of cursive calligraphy.
The person who wrote cursive calligraphy was a little manic.
At this moment, the wind and snow suddenly raged and kept falling on the cliff. The terrace that had just been swept was instantly covered with a layer of snow again. The cursive calligraphy was destroyed just like that.
Ning Que stopped sweeping the snow and stood in the wind and snow with the bamboo broom in hand. He looked at the gray sky and asked, "How long will it take? What do you want to do?"
Sangsang said, "I have washed your feet many times, cooked for you many times, mopped the floor many times, and washed the dishes many times. What you are doing now is not even one percent of what I have done."
After a moment of silence, Ning Que said, "You know it's useless. I do owe you a lot, but you also owe me a lot. We will never be able to clear up the debt between us."
After saying this, he turned to look into the hall and said, "In Min Mountain, I carried you on my back many times, washed your diapers many times, fed you many times, and killed many people for you."
Sangsang walked slowly and said expressionlessly, "This is a common human emotion, the heart of caring for the young."
In the wind and snow, Ning Que's mood was as cold as the wind and snow, and as angry as the wind and snow.
"What about when you grow up?"
"When you were sick, I held you in my arms and warmed you with my body. How can you repay me? From the Academy to the Lanke Temple and then to Chaoyang City, I have always washed your feet. How can you repay me? "
"I carried you on my back out of Chaoyang City and into the Wilderness. When the whole world wanted to kill you, I carried you on my back all the time. How can you repay me?"
Sangsang walked to the railing and looked at the human world in the wind and snow with her hands behind her back. Many images appeared in the falling snow outside the precipice. These images were a little blurry, but they were so clear.
They were the rain after the drought in Hebei Province. They were the young animals struggling in the well in Min Mountain. They were the teenagers who happily cut off the heads of the Horse Gang by the Shubi Lake. They were the little handmaiden who walked unsteadily with a flagon of wine and roasted chicken. They were the fried egg noodles in the Old Brush Pen Shop. They were the morning sun in Chaoyang City.
Under the morning sun, he kept running and waving his knife with her on his back. She was weak but happy and leaned on his shoulder, holding the big black umbrella tightly in her hand.
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(I left for home on the 31st and arrived on the 1st because the award ceremony of the Book Review Competition was held in the evening. Of course, the most important thing was that I missed my wife.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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