Nightfall

He Mingchi walked out of the teahouse, looked at the falling snowflakes, slightly surprised, he glanced at the sky, then looked back at the two people upstairs, took out the butter paper umbrella and opened it.

At the table beside the window on the second floor of the tea house, Chen Pipi thought that Ning Que had previously said that the middle-aged monk died tragically today because the other party had bad luck and hit the knife edge of his bad mood. Could it be that after each of your two quarrels, you will need an unknown person to kill you? "

Ning Que noticed his words and looked at him seriously and said, "It seems that you like my Sang Sang very much?"

Chen Pipi said: "When you go to the wasteland for half a year, I occasionally go to Lao Bi Zhai to sit down, and I have various feelings for the girl Sang Sang. There are many reasons. One of them is because she is now a descendant of the light seat After all, it ’s a Taoist, of course, she will tend to her. "

Ning Que said: "Since this is the case, you must help this busy."

Chen Pipi said helplessly: "I'm really crazy before I can accept your request."

"I can't understand how the middle-aged monk named Dao Shi has just entered Chang'an City, how can he find me, knowing that I will cross the long street. I think about this matter, some people need to give an explanation."

Ning Que got up and left the teahouse, Chen Pipi shook his head and followed him.

The two came to the concierge and walked through the dense bamboo sea. The Tmall girl happily greeted her, holding Ning Que's sleeves and chatting non-stop, excitedly telling him which scenic spots he went to Chang'an City yesterday, and After eating some dim sum, the female disciples of Mochiyuan also gathered around, and Ning Que suddenly had a lot of singing and dancing.

The girls in Dahe Country don't know the identity of Chen Pipi, but they are also very enthusiastic when thinking of Ning Que's friends. Ning Que listened to the girls with patience and talked with them with a smile.

When they came to the inner courtyard, the female disciples of Mochiyuan dispersed, because they knew that Brother Thirteen had come to the Mountain Lord. They consciously wanted to leave the quiet space to the two.

Before dispersing, they looked at Chen Pipi strangely for a few times, thinking how the fat man didn't know the style at all, so he had to follow in at this time.

The concierge's environment is quiet, and the dense bamboo forest is a bit bleak in winter, but it still has enough greenness, and some yellowish bamboo leaves fall on the window sill.

Mo Shanshan looked quietly at the yellowish bamboo leaves on the window sill and then turned his head back to lift the pen, and wrote on the yellowish paper, the strokes of the bamboo leaves were sharp and beautiful.

Opening the door of the courtyard, she looked up, lù looked slightly surprised, did not expect Ning Que to come over suddenly, nor did he expect that he would carry the twelve gentlemen of the college.

Looking at the girl in white at the desk by the window, looking at the black hair scattered on the dress, looking at her shimmering long eyelashes, and beautiful rounded cheeks, Ning Que suddenly gave up the urge to turn around and leave immediately.

Last night he once stood outside this small courtyard and watched for a long time, watching the silhouette of the **** the window for a long time, and then went to the lake to struggle for a long time. Finally, when he made a decision, he thought that he was cold-hearted and self-conscious. When he saw the girl at the desk at this time, he felt that all the things in his heart were suddenly empty and dàngdàng was extremely uncomfortable.

This kind of empty feeling is to watch the beautiful things and the sense of emptiness and powerlessness that you have missed for life, but also when the beautiful things come to yourself, you have to be rejected by yourself ruthlessly and may hurt the strength of the other party. Frustrated with guilt, all of this turned into a word of guilty conscience.

Because of his guilty conscience, he felt panic. As for whether there was any heartache hidden in the deepest part, Ning Que did not show it at the time, and he did not tell anyone afterwards. He pulled Chen Pipi beside him.

Mei Shanshan got up from the desk, saw Chen Pipi, and then looked forward to Ning Que.

Ning Que coughed hard and cleared some hoarse and throaty voices, reached out to signal Mo Shanshan to sit down, and then squeezed out a smile, saying: "Today we say a cross talk for everyone.

Chen Pipi gave him a nervous look and said, "What is crosstalk?"

Ning Que said: "Crosstalk is a language art, and it is about learning to sing."

Chen Pipi exaggeratedly said: "It turns out that way."

Although Mo Shanshan stayed at the Mochi for a long time, he was the most icy girl in the world. Looking at the appearance of the two people at this time, he actually guessed some of the ping-pong things, and frowned slightly, and then changed to Indifferent Yajing sat down quietly and said nothing.

In the following time, Ning Que said a lot of cross talk one after another. The thieves talked, wrote pairs, face to face, and the White House, and ignored some of the paragraphs in it. Does anyone understand it? Anyway, he followed his own ideas I went on like this, and I only heard two storytelling stories in Walong Alley, Chang'an City. I never heard crosstalk, nor did Chen Pipi, who had never participated in a cross talk show in a primary school, answer the call. Ah.

"Why do I always have to hmm?"

"Because you are trying hard, I am funny."

"But what you said in the teahouse is three-point tease and one thousand-year-old."

"Hey, isn't it funny to play with you."

Mo Shanshan put the beautiful brush on the pen holder on the pen holder, and then sat quietly on the chair and looked at the two. When Ning Que half of the funny part, she finally chún the corner slightly tilted and smiled stand up.

Chen Pipi had been watching her reaction nervously. After seeing the girl ’s smile, she felt that her stiff body relaxed, and said happily: "She smiled.

Ning Que looked at him very seriously and said, "Thank you Brother for your help."

Mo Shanshan, who was sitting in the chair, suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Chen Pipi: "You, Brother Twelve ... are hard and unskilled, so it's not funny."

Chen Pipi wiped off the sweat on his forehead and said awkwardly: "Just learned, forgive me."

Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que and said, "I prefer you to say it all by yourself."

Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que and turned around without hesitation, leaving the quiet room to Zhu Lin Shuying in the late winter and the young men and women in the bamboo shadow.

After a moment of silence, Ning Que said in a hoarse voice: "Shanshan, what you said at the alley that day was right ..."

Before he could say a word, sweat poured out of his stiff body like a rainstorm, and wet all his clothes from the inside out.

Mo Shanshan looked at the ground in front of him, his long eyelashes flickered slightly, listening to his voice, and suddenly stood up without letting him finish the sentence, and said softly, "Brother Thirteen, please."

Ning Que was slightly startled.

Mo Shanshan laid yellow bud paper on the desk, placed the paperweight at a corner, poured water into the inkstone and began to grind ink, then pointed to the pens on the pen holder and said softly, "You choose one."

Ning Que didn't know what she was going to do. She went forward silently and chose the usual wolf. Mo Shanshan looked at him and said seriously, "You have promised me on the wasteland and you will write many signatures for me."

Ning Que recalled the situation at that time and said seriously after a moment of silence: "Write as much as you want me to write."

On the beautiful face of Mo Shanshan, a young girl ’s naughty and mischievously came out, jokingly said: "I want to write as much as you want? How about writing countless copies?"

Yu Que said slightly: "Then I can't finish it."

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said, "So write to me for a lifetime. The inner door of the bamboo sea of ​​the concierge has been closed. From day to twilight, it has never been opened. Ning Que has been in Moshan Mountain. Discussing the calligraphy, writing a signature to her until the candlelight is lit at night, and the silhouette on the window becomes two people. From the outside, the two shadows seem to merge together.

Denghua jumped slightly, Mo Shanshan picked up the small scissors and cut the wick short, and then walked back to Ning Que's side, watching him quietly as a pen, she knew he was tired at this time, but she knew he didn't need it at this time Pity.

After all, it is impossible to write a lifetime, without cutting the candle a second time, the door squeaked softly, Mo Shanshan sent Ning Que to go out, and outside the threshold, the two saluted peacefully and then cherished each other.

After straightening up, Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que's eyes, and suddenly took a step forward, and then leaned forward, clumsily clinging his face to his ōng bore, listening quietly.

After a moment of hesitation, Ning Que held her in her arms and gently patted her on the back.

Meishan leaned quietly in his arms and said, "You still owe me a note."

Walking out of the concierge, Ning Que coughed violently. The cough was very painful. Even if she covered it with a handkerchief, her coughing voice could not be weakened.

Chen Pipi knew that he was exhausted to the extreme and was seriously injured in the battle in the morning. He had been waiting for him outside the hospital. At this time, when he coughed, he could not help but sigh and said, "I was seriously injured, but wanted to It ’s really painful to come to do these heart-shattering things. ”

Ning Que smiled and tucked the silk into his sleeve, saying nothing.

Chen Pipi Yu Guang saw the blood stains on the handkerchief, and said after a moment of silence: "If you let the bookworm know that you have been seriously injured and coughed up blood, will she be more moved?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "I have made a decision, and I don't need to be touched anymore. It has no meaning other than to make me happy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Even that's a masterpiece."

Chen Pipi patted his shoulder and said, "Let's drink."

Ning Que asked: "When did you fall in love with the things in the cup?"

Chen Pipi said: "Brother Er has inquired that you need to borrow wine to pour grief like you now, so he went to Professor Huang He and borrowed two cans of double steaming. We will give it to drink at this time."

Ning Que laughed, thinking that someone like Brother Two would actually care about these things in his life, and Chen Pipi has been with himself all the time, and he couldn't help but feel slightly warm.

But it is better to be alone at this time tonight.

Ning Que rejected Chen Pipi's proposal to borrow wine to sorrow and decided to go home to rest. However, when he walked to the entrance of Lin 47 Lane, he suddenly remembered that Sang Sang is still in the academy's house, the quiet statue in Lao Bi Zhai In the cemetery, chuáng kang cold looked like a grave, so he turned away after a moment of silence.

Not long afterwards, he came to the old Songhe Tower in Chang'an City, and asked the other party to prepare a table for the most powerful banquet for himself, because even if he didn't want to get drunk, he wanted to do something meaningless. ! .