Dark Blood Age

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“No, it's mine! Always!” The woman suddenly bounced from the ground, her anger opened, screaming, 3,000 hair like a waterfall, flying like a heretic witch!

The old man sighed and stretched out his crisp, dead hand and gently caressed the woman's smooth, white face with a heartfelt touch.

Those hands seemed magically magical, and under its gentleness, the flying daisy fell gently on her shoulders, and the woman's eyes gradually returned to calm.

In the old cloudy eyes, infinite love and motherly tenderness, wriggling dry lips, sadly said: “Patience, you are too deep, too bitter, the nurse knows your pain, knows your heart is difficult, this bow is like a monster, it has made you intoxicate every drop of it since five years ago, it has taken away your soul...”

The woman grinned bitterly, her delicate face lightly disengaged from the old hand, and walked to the ancient bow that was already hovering, gently touching back and forth that elegant perfection to her infinite obsession with the back of the bow, as the young mother soothed the newborn baby, so intoxicated, satisfied, proud, it took a long time to speak with no regret: “I do! ”

“Three years ago, the Sister told you that it does not belong to us, not even to this world, it is as arrogant, majestic and unparalleled as a ritual on the altar of God! But it's loyal, but it's stubborn, and it's been waiting quietly for its owner, no matter how hard we try, it's...” The old man sighs with a sour heart.

The woman stroked the back of the bow, walked across the street from the ancient bow, raised her beautiful face, smiled slightly, interrupted the old man: “Sister, how beautiful is it? You see how dumb it is? You see how unique it is? Didn't I? From the first time I saw it, I knew it was mine, and so was I. We wouldn't be separated in this world. ”

She gently raised her hands to her chest and lowered her head, touching the back of the bow with her soft face with love, intoxication and happiness.

Old Lao saw her so ordinary, helpless and sad, silently said: “Perhaps this is the will of God, fortune plays with people. ”

The woman raised her head and smiled with a faint smile, softly: “Sister, didn't you say that the master it was waiting for, if he died, it wouldn't wait? ”

The old man trembled all over his body, a chill gushing from the bottom of his foot into his head, and shook his head halfway: “But he has appeared! ”

The woman frowned and dreamed strangely: "What if she died? Dead...”

The old man suddenly shocked, ignoring his old body, jumped at the woman, grabbed her shoulder and said, “Patience, Patience! Wake up! Wake up, you can't do this. ”

The woman smiled lightly and darkened: “Sister, without it, do you think I can still live? ”

She bowed her head and caressed her bow. She sighed: "My life is already linked to it...”

The old man whispered, a shuddering, trembling backwards, blaming himself and connecting in agony: “It was the nurse who hurt you, it was the nurse who hurt you! If I hadn't supported you in buying it, your father would never have let you spend so much money on an unknown bow. I did it to you, and the nurse did it to you! ”

“No...” the woman smiled, her eyes filled with magical light, whispering: “You have not, you have given me the most precious gift of my life, you have given me the wonder, the joy of life and the will of life, you are one of the people I love most in my life! ”

Old tears cut across dry skin and dropped into slightly creeping cloth bag-like mouths, bitter and bitter.

The woman lifted the ancient bow gently, strolled across the side of the old lady, her floating hair slightly upside down...

“Patience, wait!” Turning around, Lao Xiao is already tearful, shivering her lips. “Let the nurse help you, the nurse help you, maybe, maybe, your wish...”

The woman shuddered slightly, stopped her steps and shook her head with her back to Old Man. “Sister, this time you are the owner of it, you will lose all your powers, even... you have helped me too much, Patience doesn't want to..."

Old man smiled warmly, slightly step forward, gently touched the woman's long hair, lovingly said: “Patience, you know, when the nanny was little, she also had long, long hair, your grandfather's mother - Mrs. Chu, every morning on the ground, would carefully comb them for me in front of the window, comb them once, like a stream of water in a small river, trickle, spleen. At that time, your grandfather, he stood outside the window and looked at us quietly with his book..."

Speaking of this, the old man's face actually floated a little red, that was the happiest and weakest place in her life, that was a girl's dream, a girl's fairy tale, heartache but buried in her heart precious, never told anyone.

“… Your grandfather was a scholar, he was such an English martial artist, but he was so worried. It was not until he followed Mr. Sun that he was happiest. I hid away to look at him, and I was satisfied when I could see him.

I know I can't compare myself to Miss Joe. Miss Joe is your grandmother. I envy her. She is a new foreign girl student. She understands a lot of sense. It's a pleasure to hear her talk. She taught me a lot of things like I was her sister. At that time, I thought she and your grandfather were born pairs, and they were such excellent people...

Later, I promised Mrs. Chu that I would never marry her. I followed her to learn Chu technique and fulfill her father's will. At that time, your grandfather didn't get a son until he was middle-aged, that is, your father, but when he was born, the Japanese ghost arrived... Only I climbed out of the dead pile with your father, drifted all the way to Hong Kong City, and your poor father was injured again for the full moon. Although Hong Kong City also had your property, the time was then...

I spent my whole life meditating to let your grandfather die, and I finally figured out a way to make your father grow old and your mother give birth to a single daughter like you. Patrick, you know, you're the nanny. You're the nanny's bow! …… ”

The woman gently wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes and turned to snuggle in the arms of the old man. “Sister..."

“Silly girl!” The old man caressed the woman's shoulder with happiness. "Give me the bow...”

The woman nodded and handed the ancient bow to the old man's hand, kneeling beside her.

The old trembled out of a delicate wooden box, took out many and varied magic apparatus, laid a special yellow charm paper on the ground, carefully and cherished immersed in an unknown pigment, concentrating, as if to exhaust the power of the whole body, carefully painted.

If Chu Yun rises here, he will discover surprisingly that the graph under the old pen, though twisted, full of vulnerabilities, mistakenly stacked, can't even compare to the most basic first-order metaphors, it is a secondary product, but it is an imitation, a rush, an infiltration, innovation that condenses the wisdom and speculation of countless generations, and can eventually produce something that does not resemble or resemble God.

That thing on this land, it has a native name, “Dao Rue”!

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