Sha Po Lang

A soul is back home.

He remembered many years ago in his dreams, surrounded by the smell of burning oil, salty blood, and the earthy smell of hay. He dreamed that he had become a tiny bunch, curled up in an old backbasket, and bursting at a deep, shallow pace.

Hooger has a long cloud-like hair, unfortunately her body is too thin, her head is a bit big, like a beamed bone skeleton piled up, she walks alone in a bandit's nest like a mass funeral post, her mouth humming a small Barbarian tune.

All of a sudden, she turned around, her eyes were just on her, and she contracted instinctively. Even though he had grown up and was indestructible, this skinny woman could always hurt him, and he had a fear of her in her bones.

However, she just watched him silently for a while and did not do it. Her face was stained with blood, her lips were pale and her eyes were bright, and her whole soul was curled in those eyes, which seemed to hide two shady reefs.

Then Huguel sighed slightly and couldn't see it was crazy. Then she reached out her skinny hand and touched it on her long head, changing another minor tone in her mouth - all over the Cape of Heaven, she didn't speak North-South Oriental language, but the little songs her mother hummed to get the toddler to sleep were all the same, and Long G was a little surprised, and he never knew he had this scene in his memory.

She walked behind him on a path of death that seemed like a long and infinite road, then stopped at the foot of the mountain, behind which the fire was silent, smoke to the sky, grievances subsided, Huguel wiped a fine sweat on his forehead, sat down on the side of the road and lifted his little long egg out of his back basket.

As she struggled consciously, Huguel held him up in front of him with his hands, staring at his face, not knowing who he was looking at, suddenly appeared a little indescribable and tender on his face. She placed her little elbow on her lap and gently drew his little five officers with her fingers, then bowed down and kissed him gently on his forehead.

Without daring to blink, she saw the foreign woman's eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings, shaking slightly, as if ready to fly up into the sky. Then she shed tears without warning and said softly, "How are you born here, son? Did God send you to suffer? ”

Long G looked at her through many years of memories, and when she stuck the skinny, boneless hand between his neck, he was suddenly calm and somehow not afraid of the woman.

When she cried and tried to strangle him, her hands filled with human blood were fierce, yet her eyes were tender.

And when she was so exhausted that she returned to God, she let go of her hand stuck in her long neck and breathed a sigh into his dying throat, but her eyes cooled.

Every time she wiped her tears dry, she seemed to evaporate a part of her soul from her body, becoming more and more indifferent and more at peace with her little elbow.

Changg followed her all the way and wandered along.

Until suddenly, Hooger accidentally saw the leg of a long egg. Suddenly, she showed horror, her hands covered her face, and took a few steps backwards. In the eyes of the little boy, he collapsed into a clump, crying, and the long egg in his dream looked down at his feet. He found his toes miraculously repairing themselves...

What do you mean, "self-healing"?

Long and hard to remember for a moment, then a clear dream suddenly brings back what was buried deep in the memory of the early years.

He remembered something very small —— the age when he shouldn't have remembered, when he did have a congenital deficiency in his toes, and he didn't know when, somehow, he grew up.

Uluru's bones gradually reflect the characteristics of his brothers who were devoured by him.

Hooger was greatly stimulated by her long toes, as if to stop reminding her all the time that she had made her child into a urchin bone, and that child's traits began to manifest themselves, as legend had it, in this merged little "evil god”.

Changg looked at her with some pity, and when he saw it all from an outsider's perspective, he suddenly understood how the crazy woman felt.

When a person is angry with the disgrace of his country, it is easy to make extreme decisions - such as self-infliction or even murder of a parent or a child - but after all, it is only a wound, even if it is bloody, and there are times when she is in transit, she has to choose a path that keeps slowing her down.

Hooger rushed over suddenly, grabbed his foot, raised a rock and smashed it hard...

That pain is real, even in dreams.

Hooger bent his toes so hard, bending over and over again like a demon: “You're not my child, you're not my child...”

Long grams hum, caught between dreams and reality, the whole foot hurts almost unconsciously.

At this moment, a cold hand suddenly clasped his foot, just as it relieved the burning pain, his long grass gasped for a few breaths, and someone whispered in his ear: “Shh - it's okay, it's over, it's not painful. ”

His head suddenly looked up, only to see the scene around him suddenly changed greatly, his body gradually stretched and tall, however, his clothes were still ragged, his body was still wounded, the infinite cold was like immersion in his bones, he closed his eyes and saw a man backlit, hunting and walking steadfastly, with an old wine pot of brown iron hanging between his waist.

The man's hands were cast like iron, but his eyebrows could enter the painting. He reached out to him and asked, "Come with me? ”

Looking at him, his body and mind were almost empty and he could not speak for a moment.

“Come with me and never come back. ”

Changg grabbed the hand and walked forward with him. He felt that the longer he was, the stronger he was, one step as if he could walk through thousands of mountains of water, walking. He suddenly looked back and saw the bitter cold outside and the wolves gradually thrown behind him. Hooger wore the goose yellow dress before her death, combed his unmarried wife's hair and stared at him silently.

And when there were more people around her, he was a little boy at first, and then as he grew up, he became a teenager, a young man step by step...

He stood side by side with Huguel with a face similar to his own.

Hooger suddenly leaned over and pulled his head down, lifting his feet and kissing the young man around his forehead.

Then he went away with his long head in his eyes.

With his eyes wide open, the sun was already bright and he suddenly had a different feeling, as if a chain tied to him all his life had suddenly disappeared and his body was lightly almost unfamiliar.

Around him there was a distracting smell of An Shen. As soon as Chang Gu raised his eyes, he saw Chen gently sitting beside him, holding a roll of hands. He saw that he was about to wake up. Chen gently raised a finger at him. Chang Gu busily turned his head along her gaze and saw Gu Qiu had fallen asleep on one side. One hand was still resting on his shoulder.

I didn't dare move when I was going to sit up.

Chen Qingfu very intelligently rolled the book into one volume, ordered the next volume of Anshen to disperse, quietly retreated out.

In a quiet place, you can hear the person's shallow breathing, his long head grabbed the hand placed on his shoulder very gently, his fingers clasped in his hand, silently watched Gu Qing moment, held his breath and climbed up, slowly removed the glass mirror on Gu Qing's face.

Then gently touched Gu Li's lips.

Sneaky kiss like a dragonfly did not impress Gu Qiu, Chang Gu waited for a while, finally helplessly slightly aggravated the motion, gently licked Gu Qiu's lip seam, heard the frequency of his breathing finally changed, he dragged Gu Qiu the whole person round in his arm, Gu Qiu did not open his eyes, just used to pat him on the back, vaguely coddled: “Go to sleep, I'm here. ”

He closed his eyes slightly and buried his head in his neck socket satisfactorily.

The nightmare is over.

And then the war ended.

On the day the Western Allies' surrender letter arrived in Beijing City, Shen Yi dispatched an urgent message asking for instructions on how to escort them into the city.

Gu Xiao replied briefly: “Huge Iris. ”

Eleven years ago, Calais lured a giant oyster into the northwest geese back into the town and cast a shadow over the beam. That shadow was also the starting point for a generation of teenagers rushing from the town to Empire City a thousand miles away. Now, the smoke is scattered and the storm is resting, as if it were about to come to such an end.

Unlike Goose Return to town, the city has no planning function to attract giant irises, so the north battalion has to take charge of defense, and open a passage on the moat outside the Nine Gates. The inner city is full of pockets of iron fence for people to watch, preventing too many people watching the lively crowd into the water.

Xinhuang led the hundred officials to greet him outside the city. By evening, a whole row of giant eels returned from the south like geese.

Tens of millions of flaming wings rotated in the twilight, and the sunset plated a stream of gold through the steam, and the roar came from a few miles away, so that the sunset generally fell into the moat, melted into the water, and went around the city.

All the generals on the giant iris lead the queue deck, long live Mount Hoo.

The surrounding people pushed thousands of river lamps into the water, floating thousands of miles, fireflies, and carried their souls home.

The Second Dead Man's Remorse

After returning to the capital, Gu Zheng had not left the house for six months. At first, he was fine. He was in a bad mood for a while. He sat impatiently for a long time. A bowl of medicine went down, and the day almost passed. However, as winter approaches, his body gradually improves, Gu Zheng is a little unbearable.

When he was too busy in the dark, he wanted to stick his head in the soft country every day to rest a crusty, endless day. However, it was so easy to live a dream life. He was about to get sick again. All day and night, he had nothing to do with the bitches with the broken mouth of his family and tortured each other. He tortured those eight brothers to the bone, and hatred could not be extinct from the world.

Probably some people are born to sleep in a hardboard bed, full of bones, and the embroidery has been lying there for a long time.

Finally, even the Emperor can no longer watch. As the winter solstice approaches, he releases Gu Qiang to the face.

He was catching up with him the next day to rest. Gu Xiao had been a little unable to lift up his mind since the early morning dynasty. He didn't sleep well at night - although he was quite restrained, he didn't flip over, but he still knew he wasn't asleep at first sight - when Gu Xiao wasn't asleep, he always subconsciously pressed his breath low and long, sometimes almost inaudible, in order to keep him quiet.

When Changg asked, he didn't say anything. He started talking nonsense when he was in a hurry. Anyway, he slipped his tongue with someone's oil mouth, but where he didn't want to say anything, he couldn't find a place to do it with a cone.

In addition to the New Year's Day, the Great Leung dynasty ministers with three or more pints take turns to rest on a daily basis in case something goes wrong and they can't find the person responsible. Therefore, although Gu Ying catches up with the rest of the day, it does not mean that His Majesty the Emperor, who secretly walks out of the Miyagi Hospital, can also rest. At the beginning of the new deal, Changg Gg has a lot of things at hand, he still has to get up early in the morning to work.

Then he discovered that Gu Xiao was also dressed to go out.

“Wear more on such a cold day," Long G asked casually, "by the way, what are you going to do? ”

Gu Zheng said, "Go to the suburbs and walk the horses. ”

Changg looked up at the northwesterly wind screaming outside, and looked at the bloody face that was obvious at the beginning of the serious injury. He frowned: “What? ”

Gu glanced at the sky and earth and refused to talk anyway.

Before he could make a confession in the Hou Dynasty, he hurried to make a look at Hou Dynasty as he left. Since watching his grandfather suffer from the disease and being carried back personally by His Majesty, Huo Han has been decisively turned into an eyeliner.

Gu Zheng's eyes and eyes were inconvenient. He could not realize that there were more traitors in his backyard. When he went out, he snuck on his coat and ordered someone to prepare a very low-key carriage with only a Huo Zhan. The extra guard went out without any use.

Huo Dan: “Master Huo, where are you going? ”

Gu mumbled something.

Huo: “Master Hou, do you have a toothache? ”

Gu Xiao: “...”

Huo Xuan rarely saw his face as "unspeakable," he said. “Is this to ask Willow behind his back? ”

However, looking after that face is not like going out to have fun.

Both eyes stared at each other for a long time. The cold wind that filled the curtains blew out the heater. Gu Zheng finally squeezed three words out of his teeth: “Guardian Temple. ”

Huo Dan: “…”

He was shocked to think, "My grandfather woke up in the morning with the wrong pill! ”

Gu Jiao fell into the curtain angrily: “What are you looking at? Don't go! ”

When Gu Shuang was in the North Jiang, he made a secret wish, thinking that if he really understood the urchin on his body, he would go to the guardian temple for incense, but it never worked.

This white-eyed wolf may have been somewhat devout at the time, but when he was in transit, he left Buddha behind ungrateful for a long time.

But somehow, during the night, Gu had some strange dreams. He dreamed of a row of naked monks reading neatly at him. His head lit up and swayed in one direction. Amitabha Buddhist he woke up the next day and was dizzy. After reading for three or four days, Gu Zheng finally realized his “ambition” and understood why these bald donkeys had come.

So while he was at home, he wanted to reluctantly go to the guardian temple to smell incense.

During the cold winter months and non-New Year's Eve days, there were few visitors in the mountain temple, Gu Hu hastily rushed into the guardian temple early in the morning, as a thief sneaked into the temple. At this time, the mist in the mountains was scattered, and there was a layer of dew on the stone steps, surrounded by silence. Gu Zheng couldn't appreciate it at all. He just lowered his head and walked fast, hurrying into the tire and picking up the electric leverage. Fearing that he would fall, Huo Zhansheng followed him in a frightened battle for a short run. Half an hour of mountain road, the two men reached the end of their Kung Fu momentarily, and their eyes turned to the Chantal Gate.

Huo Pan gasped for a few moments and asked frighteningly: "Master Huo, what are we doing here? ”

Gu Qianyi's head proceeded to bite the incisor's teeth: “Upper incense. ”

Huo Dan: “…”

He thought the grandfather was so fierce that he came to seek revenge.

Morning classes for monks in the Protector Temple have begun. The morning bell sounds, and the futon in the palace is laid flat. A monk with a plain monk robe next to him is knocking a wooden fish against the main hall and meditating on the scripture.

Gu Zheng glanced at him and saw that no one had noticed him. He quickly entered the incense palace, grabbed a piece of copper money and threw it in the merit box with his nose in his hand. He then raised two incenses, shook his wrist, stretched his arm, and tried to keep the cigarette from floating in front of him.

Gu Xiangxiang looked up and swept the gold Buddha statue in front of him. “Do I have to worship this thing? ”

And then he made the decision in a blink of an eye: "Fuck him. ”

He didn't even have a position of worship. He nodded at the Buddha statue with dignity. As if he had given the Buddha enough face, he quickly inserted the incense in his hand into the incense oven and turned his head to Huo Dan: “It's over, let's go. ”

Huo Dan: “…”

For the first time, he knew that people worship Buddha with such a high toe - rather than come to worship Buddha, his grandfather was waiting for Buddha to worship him.

Just as Gu Qiu quickly managed to cope with this column of incense, lifting his legs and planning to leave the hall, the monk hiding next to the wooden fish suddenly stood up and turned around, smiling and looking at him with a smile, better than scribbling: “How is Grandpa Hou? ”

Gu Xiao: “...”

He was completely prepared to avoid the eyes and ears. Who knew that he was in the incense palace and that stinking monk had a narrow road, and forgot to look at the Yellow Calendar on time before leaving the house.

Then the monk smiled and gestured at him. “Why did you come? I'm sure it's not a blessing. ”

Gu Zheng answered unnaturally. “I hope so. ”

The monk said: “If Master Hou is still willing, why not be sincere? It would be too hasty to go. ”

Gu Jinqi said "bad luck”, but smiled politely on his face: "If the heart has arrived, why are you obsessed with form? Is the master in love? ”

Then he put his hands together and gave a gift to the chief, and said frankly: “Gu Hui Gen is natural, which impresses people in our practice. Indeed, this is true - but the Marquis can remember the moment when he came all the way here to wish. The heart of wishing must be absolutely true, and now he also comes to push my Buddha into his belly. ”

Gu Zheng was right, so he had to smile at him without smiling.

Then: “The weather is cold, why not come to the poor monk's den for tea? ”

Gu: “I dare not disturb you, Master, go quickly, I... well, I have come a long way to go around. ”

Then smiled and gave him a gift again and again, floating out of the incense palace.

After the monk left the house, he saw a hundred steps of sight, suddenly picked up the monk's robe, took a small step and ran back upside down, the thief head probed into the incense palace, and saw Gu Xiao's very disrespectful bastard turned back to the futon honestly, his face unwillingly stared at the futon for a moment, then took the incense and re-lit it, pinched his nose to hold out a pious look, but even the shadow could see the unwillingness of this person.

The high priest appreciated the shadow of Gu Xiaohui. He was satisfied and happy to lift the monk's robe. He slipped away again in all walks.

Gu Xiao came home and washed him three times with strawberry leaf soaking water from head to tail, and called Huo Xian aside, seriously threatening him: “I know you are fine with chewing your tongue, but today, I dare to reveal a word to others to take care of you. ”

Huo Dan: “…”

Gu Zheng took two steps and turned his head sharply. He was smiling at Huo Zhan without daring to laugh at his distorted expression.

Huo Shan shocked him. He held back the thief's smile alive. Without saying anything, he turned around and ran.

Until many years later, Chang Gu could not find out what exactly had gone on that day. As can be seen, Gu Zhuan Weiju was still there.

I wonder if Gu Zheng rarely once sincerely worships Buddha, this time Buddha gave him a gift to buy one for one.

The following afternoon, Chen Xiaoxue visited with a paper prescription.

“The palace has been searching for a long time and has not been able to turn to the clue," Chen said, “but instead found something useful from the book of the Goddess's mystery to solve the old poison. It's just that the handsome man's ears and eyes have been damaged for many years. Even if he detoxifies, he can only wait to recover slowly in the future, I'm afraid...”

I'm afraid it's impossible to be completely cured.

Chen Qiaofu: “Would you like to try it? ”

Gu Zheng swept the long-guess he wanted to say next to him and did not hesitate to pick them up - it didn't work, but if it made him feel better, he didn't care about taking a few more cylinders of medicine soup.

At the entrance, Gu Zheng suddenly felt that the smell of the medicine was a little familiar. He just couldn't remember where to smell it. At that time, he thought that there were too many medicines he had taken in his life, so he couldn't help but notice how many of them overlapped.

Instead, he was very nervous, and every time he played, he looked at his feet for two hours, and every incense, he had to look up and ask what he felt.

It's an old disease. It's just a pill. How does it feel?

Gu Zhi half-hearted and half-hearted: “Much better. ”

Changg asked hastily, "What's better? Can you see me by taking off my glasses? ”

Gu glanced at Chang Gu: “The score has come to pass, no hair has ever been seen before, even blindfolded can be clearly seen. ”

Long g: “…”

Hearing that this man did not speak, Long G threw his pen to the side, intending to go and “talk” with him.

Gu Xiaohippie smiled and lifted his leg, steadily and accurately gave the Emperor a "tripping horseshoe”. The leg method prevailed. He suddenly stumbled on the defensive ground and did not stand steadily. He fell straight into his arms. The cargo had not yet reached out his arms without lungs and waited. He was scared to sweat. He was afraid that such a large man would smash him down and squeeze him. He reached into the chair and held his hand, angrily: "Gu Xiao! ”

Gu Zheng smiled badly, the salted pig's hand quickly took advantage of him between his long waist. He felt his head on fire and worried that he could not eat it. He dared not touch it at all. He had to grab his wrist with his black face and hold it out and press it aside. Gu Zheng also did not struggle, his sides smoothly kissed his long arm: “Mmm, incense. ”

Changg can't even speak: “You...”

Suddenly, Gu Zheng's color changed and his wrist fell apart: “Wait. ”

Changg hurried himself steady: “Why? ”

When Gu Xianrui's Majesty, his nose accidentally rubbed the old bead on his wrist, a very fine smell emerged from the crack of the wood bead, lightly only Gu Xiao and the dog could smell it, he suddenly remembered why Chen Xiaoxuan's prescription smelled so familiar - the smell of the medicine and the light scent of the beads in his hand were exactly the same.

Over the years, Gu Xiao and this string of wooden beads have been split together. He hasn't really cared about this stuff, but these little beads seem to rely on him, no matter what he goes through, they are always on his side.

Gu Xiao took off a few separated beads, tried to screw a few beads, and finally tried on one of the biggest beads, under his finger, revealed a shallow gap, and then the latter crisp sound, in Gu Xiao's hand divided into two parts, revealed the inner kun - there was actually a pill hidden inside.

The two faces face each other for a while, Changg turned the whole palace to the sky, but in order to find the antidote trace, the real antidote was hidden on Gu Xuan, followed him in the wind to the rain, accompanied by for more than 11 years, until Chen slightly flocked to find out the formula, it did not reveal a little.

Gu Zheng suddenly couldn't help laughing. He reached out and pinched the pill. "How is this little thing the same as Yuan and the Emperor's temper? ”

It's anachronistic viciousness, anachronistic tenderness.

... untimely and highly poisonous, untimely antidote.

“Big cousin is looking at you. ”