Anger came from different perspectives, different names, and different nature of life. Tofu pudding was salty or sweet, Zongzi was meat or vegetable, and life or death.
"You want to kill people just because of different choices? You know I'm cold-blooded. You killing the Tangs will make me angry and sad, but it won't change my mind. "
Ning Que looked at the market that had become a sea of blood and the broken limbs around the stall. He said, "You were chosen by human beings. Without human beings, you wouldn't have appeared. You can't treat them like this."
Sangsang frowned and said, "It was human beings' choice that I woke up. Do I have to let them decide my life and death? Can parents decide their children's life and death? "
Ning Que said, "No one wants you to die."
She said calmly and firmly, "When I was born in the human world, I was secretly sent out of the mansion by that housekeeper. She wanted to drown me in a cesspool. It was also on that day in the woodshed that another housekeeper approached you with a hatchet. My life and death were almost decided by someone else, and so were yours. In the end, you snatched the hatchet. After I survived, I didn't want my life and death to be decided by someone else."
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, life and death can only be decided by oneself."
Sangsang said, "I don't want to die as long as I'm alive."
Ning Que's anger gradually turned into confusion. He didn't know how to calm her down. Her slightly trembling hands could kill people, and her thoughts could also kill people.
He walked through the sea of blood and came to her. He reached out to hold her hand and gently pulled her into his arms. Then he hugged her tightly and sadly said in her ear, "I don't want you to die either."
Sangsang's body was a little stiff and then gradually softened. She clumsily leaned on his shoulder. Because they were about the same height, it looked a little uncoordinated.
"I'd rather die than you."
The two stood between the sea of blood and the broken bodies and held each other tightly. They looked calm and even sacred. Countless light spots flew out from them like stars and floated in all directions.
As the light spots fell, the sticky blood on the ground of the market gradually faded until it was invisible. The bodies in the blood also disappeared, as if they had been purified by the divine.
The pungent smell of blood could no longer be smelled in the market. There was only the smell of chicken feces, the earthy smell of river fish, the touching smell of onions, and the unique smell of vegetables.
There was still dew on the green vegetables, which made them look extremely alluring. The newly unearthed tender bamboo shoots were arranged neatly and even had some dirt on them. They didn't look dirty but looked extremely beautiful.
The market was filled with shouts and haggling sounds. Mothers were beating their children, puppies were fighting over bones, and wild cats were startled. Pa, pa, woof, woof, meow. It was a noisy mess.
"Two copper coins for this scallion isn't expensive, right?"
Ning Que opened his eyes and saw that the auntie was holding out a handful of tender green onions in front of him. Her face was full of pride, as if she thought that Ning Que wouldn't feel embarrassed if he didn't buy it.
He shook his head with a smile and patted Sangsang in his arms to wake her up. Then he took her hand and walked out of the market. He didn't have any rice or vegetables in his hands, but he wasn't worried that there would be nothing to eat in the courtyard.
As long as there is love, drinking water will fill one's stomach.
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Sangsang didn't leave. She and Ning Que continued to live an ordinary life in Chaoyang City, hiding from the wind and rain outside, walking between the courtyard and the market, and strolling by the stream.
Ning Que was in charge of cooking, and Sangsang was in charge of eating. Occasionally, when she was in a good mood, she would cook a bowl of fried egg noodles for Ning Que. There were still four Sichuan peppercorns and thirty chopped green onions in the clear soup.
If you wanted to avoid boredom and boredom, you had to find ways to find new interests, see new sights, or relive old times from time to time.
Ning Que was very smart. Relying on the taste in his memory, he successfully taught himself the hot and sour sliced noodle soup. According to Sangsang's expression, the taste was at least 70% as good as the one at Lin 47th Street.
He buried two jars of yellow wine under the tree in the courtyard and made a jar of pickles in the kitchen. The jar was stuffed with milk, tender ginger, and green and red peppers. Anyone would drool when he opened the lid. Sangsang was very satisfied with the pickles he made, but for some reason, she still liked to eat the simplest cabbage head in vinegar the most.
They often left the hospital for a walk, watching the sunset over the lake, listening to the bell in the temple, and strolling around Chaoyang City. It was as if they had become lazy like this lazy city.
In the spring rain, they visited the legendary 72 temples. In the autumn, they went to some other big cities in the Yuelun Kingdom. In the cold snow, they went to the north. They spent the whole night in the bleak scenery of the Blue Pass. They held hands while they were doing these things.
Perhaps it was because of the long walk, Sangsang was a little tired and went to sleep when they returned to the small courtyard. From that day on, she became a little drowsy and slept longer and longer.
When she slept, Ning Que would lie beside her and read. He would hold her hand under the quilt with one hand while holding the book. Sometimes he would forget to put his hand back after turning a page. Sangsang, who was sound asleep, would subconsciously reach out and pull his hand back under the quilt, holding it tightly in front of her chest and refusing to let go.
On a certain autumn day, Chaoyang City was talking about the high monk of the White Tower Temple releasing animals. Ning Que heard that after several buckets of loaches and various fish were thrown into the lake, there would be a very funny and bloody scene. He thought it was very interesting and wanted to take Sangsang to see it. She was a little tired and did not want to leave the hospital, so she went by herself.
The release was indeed very lively. Those loaches, eels, and various fishes killed each other, and it was really bloody. What those eminent monks did was really funny. Ning Que was about to go home after watching it, when he suddenly had a strange feeling. Looking at the lake and the White Tower on the other side of the lake, he always felt that something was missing.
The dense crowd of believers and tourists gradually dispersed. As the dusk deepened, the White Tower Temple gradually became quiet. He stood on the shore and looked at the Tower in silence. That feeling was still lingering.
At this moment, the bell for the evening class rang in the temple.
This bell rang in his heart at the same time.
The Buddhist bell could clear the heart and help believers meditate. Ning Que had the fragments of Lotus' consciousness deep in his sense of perception, so he could naturally sense it more clearly. He subconsciously walked to the depths of the temple.
Following the bell, he came to the front of the main hall of the White Tower Temple. He saw hundreds of monks chanting devoutly inside the threshold. With the chanting, the statue of Buddha in the hall seemed more and more merciful.
Buddha was quietly looking at him.
When the chanting entered his ears, it was the sound of Buddha. It was extremely beautiful.
Ning Que stood outside the threshold and gradually became obsessed.
In the small courtyard, Sangsang woke up.
The black crow on the branch cawed strangely and flew away.
Her eyes followed the black crow and fell on the sky.
She felt that the sky was a little familiar and very beautiful.
She looked at it for a long time and gradually became obsessed.
Obsession arose from love.
There was no wise man in love.
Love did not know why.
Obsession was stupidity.
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(It is said that it is a super moon today. The Headmaster must be in a very good state, but I am in a very bad state. It is not because I am tired of writing five chapters yesterday, but because I plucked up the courage to eat a fish hot pot tonight. I am a little anxious and always feel that some joints are aching. Of course, I know this is not true. I am not as stupid as Ning Que and Sangsang, but I am timid. And with the 2,000 words today, I just finished writing greed, anger, and obsession. It feels like I have completed a very difficult task. I relaxed and found it hard to lift my spirits. Today is only 2,000 words. I will write slowly, but I don't know if I can finish it. In order to avoid wasting time, I will tell you in advance that even if I finish it, I will publish it tomorrow. Do you think it is possible for me to write some drafts? It seems difficult.
Tomorrow will definitely continue. I have fallen in love with the rhythm of 1515. Maybe it is because I have said it too much when I was a child? But I will never do something like 1515. There will be five chapters tomorrow. It happens to be Monday, so I sincerely ask for recommendation votes. Student Yuncai asked me to write a single chapter to get votes. I have been thinking about it. It is not easy to endure for dozens of days. Although it is really painful to endure, should I endure it? Maybe I can't endure it tomorrow or the day after. Then we will talk about it? Thank you for your support. I am still full of energy and the quality of the article is good. Please vote for me. Thank you very much.) (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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