Reading The Remnants

The lamp that has not been put down can barely be counted as half a time.

When I was good at imprisoning, I squeezed a time control technique to draw a circle of disordered day and night barriers, and struck a hard part with her in it. I fought back to the Pre-Qin Dynasty from the Republic of China, and from the Warring States to the late Qing Dynasty. I fought for hundreds of thousands of years, and fell to the ground exhausted, and fell into the dumbfounded wandering souls. It was only three days since the decent hour.

When Ling Heng landed on the bridge, it was still a white magnolia with the hem of the skirt wobbly, and the lamp in his hand was swaying, never going out.

I watched her only loose a little bun, determined to be outsmart.

She didn't rush me, so I stayed in Taishan Mansion and followed her all day long, paying attention to her flaws.

I saw her many flaws, the biggest of which was called loneliness.

She doesn't like tea, she only drinks warm water, she doesn't like color, she only wears white clothes. Occasionally, after dealing with official duties in the early morning, she would carry the lonely lamp, glance at the haunting soul and the sky full of stars by the edge of the yellow spring, and then walk back to the hall along the fake Bianhe bridge.

She stayed up all night on the day I met her.

I was lying on the railing of the tea shop I saw for the first time, looking at the boring bay red horse, and looking down at her passing by the bridge.

I sent a long, long stunned one.

So when the male fish who got into Taishan Mansion called me, I was shocked.

Seeing that I was worried about Lingheng, she gave me an idea like a treasure, saying that any method is worse than seduction. If you kill her, there will be a new mansion, but if you get along with her, you can not only send her, you can also marry Taishan Mansion. In the future, our Zhongshan little beast will no longer be assigned the fate of a domestic pig. .

I have seen a lot of human affairs, the easiest to make people go crazy and make sense.

Besides, I can't beat her to death.

So I took the sentimental dew presented by Heng Gongyu, and wrote a greeting to Ling Heng in a serious way. Then I prepared a jug of wine, poured the dew of love into the jug, shook it, carried it back to the house, and filled it with two more glasses.

If I don't get into the tiger's den, I won't be a tiger. I'm afraid I can't do a good job in the show, so I can only drink with her by myself.

Later... Later, I forgot.

I only vaguely remember that she came in the dust that day, and I called her name once through the candle on the table, and I called her Lingheng.

When I saw her again, it was also one night, and I called her name a second time after the renewed Wanjia lights, and I called her eleven.

I am Zhujiuyin, and she is Lingheng.

The starting point for me and her is forgotten, and the end is unknown.

The author has something to say:

1. "Shan Hai Jing. Great Wilderness Jing": Beyond the Northwest Sea, to the north of Chishui, there is Zhangwei Mountain. There is a god, a human face, a snake body, a red body, straight eyes and a righteous multiplication. No food and no sleep, the wind and rain are greedy. It is the candle nine yin, is the candle dragon. 2. "Shan Hai Jing": The **** of Zhongshan, regarded as day, gazing at night, blowing for winter, and calling for summer. 3. Zhu Wei also comes from the "Shan Hai Jing·Xi Shan Jing": "It is four hundred miles west of the mountain, and it is said that the mountain is small, with more white jade on the top and red copper on the bottom. There are beasts, which are like apes and white heads. Barefoot, his name is Zhu Wei, but when he sees it, he is a soldier."