The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

He saw that the ink of his childhood was burning at the mother's smile. He saw Duan Yihan touching the head of the ink and said: "To repay, don't take vengeance."

He saw the ink burning a box of cakes that Xue Meng gave him, cautiously licking and eating, and he was not willing to waste.

He saw the ink burning in front of the wine shop in the town of Wuchang, wearing a new disciple's suit, and handing the broken silver hands in his pocket to the boss, then smiling a little shy and looking forward to some more: "I want a pot of good pears." White, can you have a good looking jug? I want to give it to my master."

All the memories are emerging one after another.

Those who used to be in the heart of the burning, the warmest, the clearest of the past - just like a lantern, flashing in all directions.

The ink burning in the picture has been laughing, from the childhood of hunger and cold, to the childish years before the attack of eight bitter long hates. But these memories are not many. The pure time that ink has burned in this life is really too little. There are only a handful of days to be indulgent.

Chu night Ning looked at the pieces that flashed past.

Then everything settled down.

Because the souls of the two people have been entangled for too long, so at this moment, he can clearly perceive that before the hate flower planting, the ink burned like him so much, respect him, attach to him, love him, even though he does not like to laugh. When teaching spells, it is even a bit harsh.

But I like it, I feel familiar and warm.

I feel that this cold and cold master is actually a very good person.

The smoldering gas actually liked him... In the early days, he liked him warmly and innocently.

The memory in front of the eyes continued to flow, and Chu Xi Ning followed the memories of the burning of the ink, and fell into the night of a certain white wind. That night, the disciples of the dead and dying were lit up with a solitary lamp, and the ink burned sitting at the table, carefully sewing the white palm in the hand against the spread of the book.

Only a few lines were sewn, and the fingertips were staggered, and the blood dripped and stained on the cloth towel.

The ink burned his eyes and looked very frustrated. He sighed: "It's so hard."

White Pa was squashed and threw it aside.

Also take a new one, and then sew.

One night, the candle did not go out, and I lost countless pieces of the sun. I finally got some hands and feet, and slowly, the reddish petals bloomed, one flap, two petals... five petals.

Each flap is embroidered with meticulousness, and each flap is embroidered with sincerity.

The juvenile clumsily sewed a white puff, and made a needle and a line to open an unbeaten Begonia flower.

He looked at the light in the eyes of the towel.

Embroidered, in fact, it is ugly, and there is a lot of unevenness in the foot. A glimpse of what is done by a hand, but the burning of the ink is not self-satisfied, he is excited to look left and right, and throw the towel again. The soft handkerchief fell in the air and landed on his face.

Cover his face.

He laughed under the slap and sighed, and the sea otter handkerchief picked up his horns, revealing his gentle eyes below. Looking forward to streamer.

"Give this to the Master, he will love it."

His heart is full of warmth, which is the warmth that must be tolerated and must be swallowed by the flowers that he planted later.

"Every time I use a handkerchief, I will think of me."

The ink burned the scorpion in his arms, and he thought that countless times in the night, he would praise him, and he would be happy. He only felt that the grass was flying and could not restrain the happiness. That night, he rushed to the night residence of Chu Yuning, and found the man who was standing by the pool.

"Master!"

He rushed over and glared at his face.

Chu Yuning turned back and was a little surprised: "How come you?"

"I, aunt--"

It’s too cold, it’s too rushed out, it’s not wearing a big cockroach, the young words are not exported, but it’s a sneeze.

Chu night Ningdao: "...what is so urgent, do not remember to wear clothes?"

The ink burned his nose and grinned. "I can't wait, I have one thing. If I don't give it to the teacher, I can't sleep."

"what?"

"Supply the teacher's respect for the teacher." He said, he carefully smashed the folded handkerchief from his arms, and when he presented the gift, he suddenly felt his face, and his face turned red: "Actually... it is not worth it." A few dollars. No, not very good."

After thinking about it, the Tuanba Tuanba and the handkerchief were hidden behind him, and the toes swayed the ground uncomfortably.

Chu nightning: "..."

"What did you buy?"

The young boy’s ears are red, and he replied slyly: “I don’t buy it, I don’t have money...”

Chu night Ning stunned: "Is it your own?"

The ink burned down the head, and the two curtains were like clouds, whispering: "Well."

Before he answered the words, he hurriedly said: "If you don't forget it, it is especially ugly and ugly!" After a while, I still felt that it was not enough. When I took the courage to look back at the night, Also forcefully added a sentence, "especially ugly."

Chu Evening still remembers his feelings at the time. In fact, he was surprised and surprised.

He has never received a gift from someone else.

But he was embarrassed to show it, and he was too embarrassed to laugh. He had to stretch his face tighter, for fear that the little apprentice who had just started to see the sweetness of his heart.

He coughed and thought about opening: "That's all done, how ugly, let me show it?"

In the end, the ink was still taken out of the handlebar. I wanted to put my hands on it, and I felt that I had tossed it. The handkerchief had already been wrinkled, and I tried to smooth it.

It was the blush that burned, and a thin, well-stretched hand came over and took the piece of the scorpion that had died.

All the troops are in ruins, and they are dying.

The ink burned silly, and the "ah" could not help but said: "Master, really ugly..."

At that time, Chu Ning had not yet burned the ink, only remembering the black and shiny eyes. Wet, like a flower on the rain, very nice.

Sometimes the situation is like a thunder and lightning, sometimes as slow as a dripping stone.

Chu Yuning is the latter. He was thoroughly touched by the young people's warmth and bitterness. At that time, there was a lot of fierce laughter and lack of stamina.

When I was shocked, this tenderness had become muddy, and he was deeply immersed in it.

"Is it a handkerchief?"

"Hmm... um."

White square scarf, silk, embroidered with sea bracts on the side, the needle corners are carefully and sturdy, and the oysters are somewhat cute.

Chu Yuning, an empty valley-like heart, was suddenly touched. There was a stream in the valley. The spring floated on the flower. He took the handkerchief and didn’t know what to say for a long time.

He was the first to receive such a ceremony.

The gift-giving person saw that he did not speak, and thought that he did not like it. He explained slyly: "I, I embroidered according to the pattern on the picture book. Actually... oh, in fact, there is such a handkerchief in this town. It’s not expensive to sell. It’s also embroidered... it’s much better than me.”

He was a little anxious in the end and wanted to get his handkerchief back. But Chu Ningning was one step ahead of him, and he had received the robe in a quiet voice.

"I don't like words. How can I get out of the teacher's ceremony and come back?"

The crumpled puddle, and the temperature of the ink burning, is really ugly, going to the impermanent town, the same style of ten copper plates can buy eight.

But I feel precious and don't want to return.

Then it became the gift of the second gift of the same life in the life of Chu. After the curse, this memory is also good, and this square towel is also forgotten.

Chu night Ning's face is thin, not good at words, and he did not specifically mention the point afterwards, but seeing the burning of the teacher to the teacher is getting more and more heart-warming, the saddle before the horse is around, and the things that have been sent are not 100 or 80, he is more and more silent. I don't want to let the ink burn the peek.

That is the smoldering of charity and his things, and he cherishes himself.

He remembered...

The soul of the earth is merged and brings past events. Such a thing, a pile of pieces, Chu night Ning is slowly thinking about it.

He got up, angry than ever, eager, sad, and painful -

His hand was shaking, he finally knew the truth of everything and knew the beginning and the end of the matter.

In fact, it is not just the childhood of being desecrated.

Not only was it tempted by the teacher.

Far more than this.

But these most important memories have been suppressed by the curse of the teacher. For twenty years, for two generations, no one knows the original appearance of this incident.

until today.

Truth, truth...

These are the ultimate truths!

Lushan has no one to resist, Chu night Ning can not be other, he went crazy from the foot of the mountain, he went to the nearest village, asked the whereabouts of the burning.

"That Mo Zongshi?" The villagers did not know the identity of the late night, and said with a rough voice, "What a **** master is a beast with different looks."

There are different tables, animals...

sinner……

tyrant.

The eyes were dizzy, and the two generations were stunned. The stepping prince of the previous life was screaming at him. The ink rain of this life was screaming at him.

no.

The truth is not like this.

Chu night Ning palely asked: "Where is he?"

"Tianyin Pavilion." The villager said, "Which is not known to anyone who knows who is not knowing the world. This person is guilty of a sinful crime. Today, he will be slain and get the punishment he deserves!"

If the rock breaks, it will scream in the skull.

"When is the execution?!" Chu Yuning asked too eagerly, and the eyes of the phoenix flashed agitation, which made the villagers startled.

"Remember, don't remember clearly, it seems to be... noon?"

Noon...noon...He looks at the sundial next to the drying field and stunned!

The dragon rose out of the air, and the raging wind screamed in the wind, and the night of the night, he let the paper dragon take him to the wind and go to the ground. At the beginning of the paper dragon, he still wanted to squash his mouth with the owner, but he was shocked to see that there was water vapor in his eyes.

Xiaolong was shocked: "...What happened to you?"

"help me."

I have never seen such a look of Chu Xiening. I don’t know how to be good. I just said: "This seat has never helped you. - Oh, don't cry."

Chu nighting bites the back molars, but it is already an empty shelf.

The truth is a locust that bites his spine.

"I didn't cry, took me to Tianyin Pavilion, and it was too late to come!"

"What are you going to do there?"

"Save people." Trembling can not stop, obviously do not want to cry, obviously never want to cry, but the tears have finally collapsed, Chu night Ning smeared the red eyes.

"Save a person who has been wrongly sentenced."

"..."

"If someone in this world should be born to dig out the core and be reviled by thousands of people, then it should not be him." Chu night Ning Sha mute, "I want to sink for him."

The paper dragon did not ask again, it carried him, turned into a dragon that smashed through the sky, screaming and screaming, rushing to the sky, swaying the wind, and swaying the wind, the wind was shattered, the cold fog shattered, Take off in the humid sea of ​​clouds.

Chu nightning sits next to its dragon's horn.

The strong airflow passed over his face, and the coldness of the nine days was amazing, and the blood at the fingertips seemed to be frozen. He looked at the front and looked at the overlapping clouds, the mountains and rivers, the rivers that flowed through the river, and the human beings, like yesterday, swept past.

In fact, from the moment he wakes up, he is crazy, numb, broken and separated.

At this point, he was thoroughly immersed in the grief brought by the past. He crouched on the dragon and slowly curled up and slowly buried his face in the palm of his hand.

The wind is very urgent, hunting is blowing over my ears.

They have to examine the ink, they have to cut his heart and break his spiritual core -

Ten evils, sin is dying.

no.

The wind is so loud that it is enough to cover the sorrows and sorrows of all mortals.

Tian Gaoyun is wide, Chu Yuening finally burst into tears in this hurricane, these two lifespans...Tai Xianjun, Mo Zongshi...

This is not the case.

There is a saying in the ink.

The worship under the Tongtian Tower was wrong from the beginning.

As the sun grew higher, the copper pot outside the Tianyin Pavilion leaked to a certain scale. The female officer slammed the bell and said: "Noon to -"

Yaque started to start.

"Execution!"

Ascend the criminal frame, bind the sacred rope, remove the robe, and open the placket.

The wood smoke was cold and cold, holding her **** martial arts, and stepping forward, standing in front of the ink.

"Tonight, I will repent."

The lips and teeth are open and close, and the ancient plaque of Tianyin Pavilion.

"The sound of the sky is so loud, not private.

The son of the sound of the sound, can not be sentimental.

Tianyin, you can't be blasphemy.

The sound of the heavens is pitiful, to respect all beings. ”

She coveted to the ink-burning ceremony - it is a farewell.

Then, the blade was pulled out, the fireworks splashed, the artifact screamed, and the golden feathers scattered. The sheen of the dagger illuminates her eyes, and there is no feeling in the head.

Someone below squinted, someone stretched his neck, someone closed his eyes and sighed, and some people applauded.

All sentient beings, but Err.

"Well, the nuclear nucleus will be fined."

The hands are falling and the blood is blooming.

Dead.

Then someone on the stage lost his voice and screamed for nine days: "Brother -!!!"

The red, bright red blood rushed out, and Shenwu did not enter his chest. The ink burned and blinked, and at first it was unaware, and then he bowed his head and looked at the heart of flesh and blood.

His lips twitched, and the pain began to blow up like a fireworks. In front of him, light and shadow were boiling.

"Cough!!"

Blood rushes out of the mouth, dripping, irony smell.

The world is vast, and it has turned into a blushing sea.

But it is wrong, it is wrong.

Chu night Ning Yulong flies, getting closer and closer.

He used to think that he was indifferent to himself, and that he was playing because of resentment because of his resentment.

He once thought that the ink was burned under repeated punishments, and he was gradually reluctant to forget the gentleness of the two at the beginning.

Actually not, those memories have always been embarrassed in the soul of the burning.

He saw it.

Chu Xiu Ning saw the deepest inner heart of the ink, and under the suppression of the eight bitter long hatred flowers, it was the deep friendship of the past.

That year, the ink burned so young and white, he also had a warm and healthy heart, beating under the chest. That year, he looked at the new worship of the master standing on the edge of the lacquer wood window, facing his face, faint, said: "Ink burn, come over."

Approaching, in front of the pen and ink.

"Listen to the Lord, you still don't know how to write your own words. Pick up the pen, I will teach you."

He taught him that the tone is light, such as the apricot flower outside the window.

"The word that the Lord gives you is light rain, and the name of yours is the opposite. I write it again, you are careful."

As a result, the horizontal and vertical hooks, Master's strokes and enthusiasm, the young apprentice ignorantly stood next to learn.

"Write more points."

"This time I wrote a little less."

The two words have been taught five times before they are twisted and twisted and written, but they are like a ghost, and they are ugly. Chu Xiaoning has never seen such a stupid person, and can’t help but feel a bit sullen: “...is it difficult?”

Not difficult.

But at that time, the ink burned did not dare to tell him, in fact, because his low-pitched writing looks too good-looking, he was insatiable, and asked for so much, so he deliberately wrote more and wrote less.

Make him good and teach yourself again.

"It's so hard."

Chu night Ning will swear at him: "You look at it seriously, don't be jealous."

The ink burned and grinned, and really distressed: "That, Master, write it again, and teach me again."

He really liked the bowing moment, and the phoenix flew.

As long as Chu Ning Ning holds his hand to teach him, he can hear the open sound of Begonia outside the window.

The execution of the execution platform is high, and the judgment of the Tianyin is unstoppable.

Shenwu 匕 锋 锋 锐 锐 , , , , , , , , , , , , 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神The blood of the mouth is falling.

She only executed the judgment of Shenwu's scale.

Born the core of the spirit.

The daggers plunged into the heart, quickly traversing the flesh and blood, and exploring the fragments of the spiritual nucleus, and then they rushed to pick out the sharp edges, and it was inevitable to cut the flesh and blood.

She didn't care, and threw the flesh and blood with the shattering pieces that were shining with the brilliance, and threw them in the silver plate next to them.

The healing woman repaired immediately, stopped the raging blood, stuck to the heart of the cockroach, so that he would not die.

The balance of his judgment is to dig the core of the spirit, so Tianyin Pavilion will protect him, at least not on the stage, not in the process of execution.

They let him awake, in case he couldn't tell whether it was a coma or a sudden death, so he looked at his heart and was cut open again and again, searching for fragments, and then being temporarily suffocated and healed.

again and again.

Xue Meng has collapsed, he is squatting, his face buried in his palm, tears falling.

"brother……"

The pain is so vague that the roots of the tendons are violent.

But actually felt that it was finally liberated.

The wooden cigarette fell from each knife, pierced his heart, and dug out the fragments. He felt that the sin of the past life was full of blood and faded.

Is it painful to be forgiven?

Is it possible to return to the past?

Where can I be before?

If he returns to the day under the Tongtian Tower, he is still a fake son of a dead child, and his mother has already starved to death. That happiness is still a mirror.

If I return to the old time, the firewood room, only the years when he and Duan Yihan lived together, he was afraid of the erroneous yin and yang, and never met the late night, this happiness will also be regrettable.

He looked back at the past, and at this moment he could not find a node that could really be reconciled from the life of his two generations. He could not find a real day of worry-free, warm food, even a day.

His two lives, for more than 40 years, have no peace.

The wooden cigarettes are still buried in the flesh and blood, and they are buried in the flesh and blood.

He knows that his soul is filthy and sinful, and the heavens are going back and forth, and the judgment will always come.

But at this moment, he suddenly had some sorrow.

He wants a mother, wants a master, wants a younger brother, wants an uncle, and he wants a home.

However, probably he is too greedy and wants so much.

So in the end, he didn't have anything.

His known happiness, the vested warmth, is fake in the end, fighting the water in the basket, palm in the sand.

He used up all to make up, but he couldn't get anything.

He was holding his small, wet basket by the long river of life. He knelt down and the basket was empty. He stared at the tide of the river, and the dead were like this.

In fact, from the beginning, he only had this small basket, he took it.

A dream that is destined to break.