Nanping Glen.

Late at night, new snow fell from the huts.

In the past few days, the burn of the ink has turned more and more heavy. Even if Chu Xi Ning used the flower soul sacrifice to treat him, it has little effect.

In the afternoon, he woke up vaguely, but the consciousness was still unconscious. He was squinting and squinting at the night, he just cried, he said sorry, and said not to go, a word turned over and over again. Finally, I can't stop crying.

He has been dreaming and has been moving through his turbulent years.

He thought that he had just been returned by Xue Zhengxuan for a while, and thought that he was in the five years of losing his late night.

The only thing he can't dream of is the memory that has been taken away by the eight bitter long hate flowers. I can't dream of all his efforts, all the protection, all the innocence.

"Ink burning..." A bowl of freshly cooked porridge, Chu nightning came to his bed.

The porridge is barely able to enter, and it is a craft of the past.

He sat down on the couch, raised his hand and touched the inked forehead.

It is very hot.

He called him, but he couldn't wake up. He was waiting for the night, and waited until the porridge gradually became cold and gradually cold. He felt that he couldn't do this anymore, and he kept the porridge warm.

He doesn't know when the ink will wake up, but if he wakes up, he can always eat.

"It's a chicken soup, you like it the most." Chu nightning whispered to him, the spiritual spells that kept the heart burning and the heart beat have not been broken, but the ink can not wake up.

Wake up, that is to say, the spirit is broken, maybe he will not blink.

It is impossible to save it.

But I am not willing, how can I be willing.

The ink burns still alive, and he still has a breath, though it is so weak. These days, the sun and the moon faint, Chu night Ning stayed by his side, watching his chest still ups and downs, I feel that there is hope, everything can be turned back.

It’s still too late.

Chu nightning still remembers that one night, the ink burned and stumbled. At that time, there was no light in the room. The ink burned and looked straight at the candlestick. The dry lips were still slightly shaken.

He was very excited at the time, busy holding the burning hand and asking him: "What do you want to say?"

"……light……"

"what?"

"...lights...want to light..." The ink burned at the candlestick that he was destined to be unable to light, and the tears slid down his cheeks. "I want the lights to shine..."

At that moment, the time overlapped.

As if returning to the same year, when I was just instructed, the ink burned, and the thin teenager was lying on the bed and was groggy.

When Chu Xiaoning went to visit him, he whispered and called Aunt.

I don't know what to do, Chu Yuning sat on the bed of the teenager, hesitating to raise his hand and touched the boy's forehead.

The skinny child cried and said, "Black...all black...Auntie...I want to go home..."

In the end, it was Chu Wanning who lit the candlestick, and the bright fire illuminates the walls, and also illuminates the face of Chu. It seems that I felt the warmth of the light, and the child with a high fever opened a pair of eyes that were bright and smoky.

"Master respect..."

Chu night, Ning should have, licking the quilt for him, the voice is low, it sounds very gentle: "The ink burns, the light is on... Don't be afraid."

After a long period of time, a bean solitary lamp lit up again, and the warm yellow halo was soaked in the huts of the house, dispelling the endless darkness and coldness.

Chu night Ning caressed his hair and hoarsely called him: "The ink burns, the light is on."

He wants to continue, don't be afraid.

However, the throat swallowed, but I couldn’t say it anymore. Chu nighting refused to cry, but after all, it was against the ink burning forehead, broken and weeping: "...the light is on, you wake up, okay?"

"You reason about me, okay..."

The lanterns and tears are a dream, and this lamp has been burning, from the light of Huaguang, to the exhaustion of the oil.

Later, the sky was bright, and the fish belly was white outside the window, and the ink burned still did not open his eyes. The time to wake up the sleeping boy with a light is over.

Never look back again.

Three more nights.

These days, Chu, Ning, stayed at his bed every day, took care of him, accompanied him, lost to his spiritual power, and told him to listen to things he forgot.

At dusk this day, the snow has stopped, and a red sun outside the window, the sun is shining on the earth. There was a squirrel leaping over the snow-covered branches, causing the white pears to sway and crystallize.

The man lying on the couch was blazed by the glory of this kindness, and the evening glow filled his pale face with blood. Under his thin eyelids, the cocoon turned slightly - and then, when the twilight was about to be four, he slowly opened his eyes.

After a few days of severe illness, the ink burned finally woke up.

He opened his eyes and his eyes were still empty, until he saw that he was tired and tired on his couch.

The smog is hoarse and whispered: "Master respects..."

He lay in the depths of the beggar, and the consciousness slowly returned. Slowly, he vaguely recalled that between half-awake and half-sleeping, Chu Yuning repeatedly repeated the words he had said.

A cup of wine in the Mid-Autumn Festival, a sea otter handkerchief... and that year, the red lotus water scorpion, he gave up the eight bitter long hate flowers planted for him.

Is it a dream?

Is he too eager to redeem, only to dream that Chu Ningning told him these stories, is he too hopeful to turn back, will dream that Chu will rather forgive him and be willing to forgive him.

He turned his face and reached out, trying to touch the man who was sleeping on the couch, but the fingertips never touched, but they shrank back.

He was afraid of a touch and the dream was broken.

He is still in the Tianyin Pavilion, still squatting on the sin of the sin, and below is the spectator of the mountain. He was alone in front of thousands of people. In those eyes, those people eventually became one and another ambiguous face. They became the souls of one and another who had died in his hands. They screamed and smiled. He is asking for his life.

No one wants him, no one saves him.

It is his brazenness, his wolf ambition, his madness and madness, his illusion that Chu will rather come later - it is his pain in the heart, the illusion of the last fire in the world.

fake.

No one has ever cut a lock, and no one has ever embraced him. No one has ever come from the wind, and no one has ever taken him home.

The eyelashes trembled. He shed tears and stared at the sleeping face of Chu Xiaoning. He didn't dare to swear until his eyes finally ended, until the tears finally fell.

The reflection of Chu Xiaoning was broken into thousands of Huaguang, and he went to see his good dreams.

The dream is still there.

The ink burns off the bed, the eyelashes are wet, the throat is sobbing, and the corners of the eyes are constantly tearing down... The heart is very painful, the blood has been oozing out. He is afraid of waking up and not sleeping. The lips have been crying silently.

He woke up, but his body knew himself. He knew that this was only temporary and it was a return to light.

It is also the last pity of God.

He has been stunned for a lifetime, and he has been crazy for a lifetime. It was difficult to escape the **** name and it was not until the end that he was convicted of blasphemy. So he felt very awkward and even awkward.

He didn't know if it was lucky or unfortunate.

Unfortunately, the two lives are ridiculous.

Fortunately, the rest of my life will be peaceful.

But how long will he spend the rest of his life? one day? Two days?

That is a good day for him to exchange his life.

- It is a peaceful time that has never been obtained.

Later, he heard the movement of the late night of Chu, and he hurriedly wiped away the tears. He didn't want the master to see him crying.

The ink burned over and looked at the eyelashes of the person on the couch. The person watching the couch was stretched and looked at himself in the eyes of the person in the couch.

Outside the window, the golden crow sinks and the Big Dipper turns.

He heard Chu Xiaoning whispering a whisper: "Ink... burning?"

The sound is low and gentle, such as the spring buds breaking ground, the glaciers first solution, and the wine on the small red clay stove is warm to the third, the silk steam is steaming, and the hot people are warm. That is the sky that he can't forget in his life. The ink burned for a while, and then he smiled.

"Master, I woke up."

There is no snow in the night, and the rest of the life is long.

On this night, in the deep valley of Nanping Mountain, Mo-burn finally waited for the most relaxed and soft time in his life. He woke up, and he was able to see the surprise and sadness of the eyes of the night. He woke up, he leaned on the couch, and what he said to him by Chu Xiening, was told by him and his experience and misunderstanding.

It doesn't matter to him.

He just wants to stay longer and longer.

"I will see the wound again."

"Don't look at it." The ink smiled and held Chu's hand, and brought it down gently. "I'm fine."

After several refusals, Chu night Ning looked at him, like suddenly understood what, the blood on his face faded a little bit.

The ink burned strongly and calmly said: "It's really okay."

Chu night Ning did not answer, after a while, he got up and walked to the hearth. The wood in it was gradually extinguished. He left a back to the ink and slowly swayed in front of the fire.

The fire was born, and it was lit up. The whole house was warm, but Chu did not look back. He still used fire tongs to play with the firewood that didn't need to be played.

"porridge..."

Finally, he hoarse and open.

"The porridge has been warm, waiting for you to wake up."

The ink burned for a moment, and smirked: "... I haven’t had a porridge that I’ve cooked late for a long time. I’ve gone away in my life, and I’ve never drunk.”

"I didn't cook it." Chu said, "I still can't, probably...that is, I can barely enter the entrance..." His tail was a little shaken, and he couldn't seem to say any more.

After a long stay in Chu, I slowly said: "I will give you a bowl."

Ink burns: "...good."

The room was very warm, and when the night turned deep, the outside began to drift off the snow.

The ink burned the porridge bowl, carefully drank and drank a few mouthfuls, just look at the night of the night, then look down and drink a few mouthfuls, then look at the night.

Chu night Ning asked: "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

"No." The ink whispered, "I just want to... look at you more."

"..." Chu night Ning did not say anything, took the silver carp first to pick up the grilled fish on the fire pond, the entrance to the stream of fish, but the thorn is still there, he picked the thorn, the white fish is finely subdivided.

When he used to eat, the ink burned always took care of him.

The same is true now.

He handed the chopped fish to the ink and said, "Come on."

The ink burns very smoothly.

When the man was wrapped in a quilt on the couch, it was not so tall. The orange flame reflected his face, very young.

At this time, Chu nightning suddenly realized that in fact, it was better to step on Xianjun, and the Mo Zongshi was even smaller than him for ten years.

It has experienced so many sufferings.

After burning the porridge, he poked the most fat piece of fish and wanted to hand it to Chu, but he sipped: "Master, what happened to you?"

Chu night Ning lowered his head and his eyes were reddish. He calmed his mind, and this faintly said: "Nothing, I feel cold."

He was afraid to sit again, he couldn't control himself, and he got up and said: "I went around to investigate. When you finished eating, I would rest early. When the injury is good, I will take you back to life." ”

Both of them know that the so-called improvement is not a return to light, and all the warmth is no longer.

But they are talking about tomorrow and talking about the future. It’s like rushing to the night after a few decades, and moving all the stars in the future, all over this snowy night.

After Chu Xiaoning left, the ink burned for a while before the fire, then he untied his clothes and looked down at the acne on his chest.

Then he stayed for a while and felt empty.

Nanping night snow.

The outside is getting bigger and bigger, and I don’t know when I will suddenly deteriorate. I don’t know when life is the end. He was kneeling by the bed, watching the snow outside, and the ears were whistling. He suddenly felt that his life was like the rushing wind at the moment. Everything passed away yesterday.

In fact, in the last life, in this life, there are always such smart people who are planning and playing.

The teacher is also good, the teacher is also good, one of them wants to protect him, one wants to harm him, but they all have their own plans, even if the last mistake is not successful, but they all have a plan.

The ink burns is different from them. He is the kind of dog that is stupid to die. There is no such thing as a seven-bend and a round heart. I don’t know how to step by step and make the pieces beautiful. He will only be honestly guarding his beloved ones, even if they are beaten and smeared, hurting the bones, and standing stubbornly in front of that person, not leaving.

This kind of person said that it is brave to be nice.

It’s ugly, it’s stupid.

This stupid man crouched on the window, his eyelashes fluttered, and he saw a familiar shadow under the plum tree in the original place.

Chu nightning did not go to patrol, this is just an excuse for him.

He stood under the flower tree, the distance was too far, the snow was too urgent, and the ink burned naturally could not see any trace of his face, only to see his blurred silhouette. Standing in the snow that covers the sky, I can't move.

What was he thinking about?

Is he cold or not?

he……

"Master."

Chu Yuening, who was fascinated in the snow, turned back and saw the night, in the frost and snow, the black youth was shackled, but he did not know when he had come behind him.

Chu night Ning was shocked and immediately said: "How come you come out like this? What do you do out? You are going back soon-"

"Go" has not had time to say it, and wrapped him in warmth.

The quilt with the quilt smashed the quilt, and the overwhelming blackness, the overwhelming warmth, he caged the Chu nightning into the quilt.

Two people stand under the old plum tree, standing in a thick cotton quilt that has been used for a long time. The snow is big outside, and the wind is no longer relevant to him.

The ink burned in this warm and darkness: "You don't think about it, although the things that the master said, I don't remember, but..."

He paused, first kissed Chu's forehead, and then whispered: "But if I let me go back and go through it again, I will still do it."

"..."

"And." He was wearing a quilt, and he was holding a hand that caught the coldness of Chu, and he didn't have to feel sad. In fact, I think the teacher said that it was right, the eight bitter long hate flower just took my heart. Those thoughts, those who can't see the light, are inspiring to achieve it."

Ten fingers are handed over.

The ink burned against his forehead: "I had a lot of hatred in my heart, but I didn't vent it when I was a kid. I was thinking about the slogan of the Tu... I thought about it. I ruled the world, I also thought about it. It is ridiculous to say it, I When I was five or six years old, hiding in a broken house, I was imagining that one day I could call the wind and rain to spread beans. These are my own thoughts, and no one has imposed it on me."

He stroked the face of Chu Xiaoning: "So, if the person who was in the middle of the sorrow is a master, you can't say that you will not become a tyrant like me. You will not be used, not even He will be stunned by Tianyinge." He smiled deeply in his nasal voice, and his forehead grinded comfort. "You have not been replaced by me, don't think too much, go back to the house and go to sleep."

The bed was very narrow and the ink burned him.

The moment that comes, it will always get closer and closer, and it will never escape.

The consciousness of smoldering began to blur and smashed. The colic of the heart was even worse than any previous one. The return of light will not last long. The same is true when A Niang died. He knows that his time is running out.

He had thick eyelashes, and the fire in the hearth was a little faint at the moment, and the dim light reflected on his young and handsome face, which was extraordinarily gentle.

This stupid man is generally able to see the pain in Chu’s eyes, so he endured his own discomfort and said with a smile: "Well, look good?"

Chu night Ning actually stunned: "What?"

"Oh." Moe said, "Men's husband, a few more scorpions have a taste."

Chu nightning was silent for a while, raised his hand, and slaps him a light slap without a light weight. It is too light, but it is like touching.

After a while, he seemed to be unable to endure anymore. He was buried in the warmth of his chest, without snoring, but his shoulders were shaking slightly.

He is very clear.

Chu night Ning knows.

The ink burned for a moment, grabbed him, kissed his forehead and hair.

"It's so ugly." He was more docile than he had been in the rest of his life. He sighed softly. "Is it all ugly to cry late?"

If he calls the teacher, he will be fine.

One night, the two alternate.

Chu nightning embraced the man’s hot and lively body in the depths of the beggar—he always disliked and was ashamed to express any intense emotions in his heart, but at the moment he felt that his tension and shame were so ridiculous, then Ridiculous.

So in the embrace of this limb, on the narrow couch that was wrapped tightly, in the empty huts of the four walls, in the long night of wind and snow.

Chu nightning whispered softly: "How can it be ugly? You have a flaw, no flaws. It looks good."

The ink burns.

He has never heard such a straightforward expression of Chu Xiening.

Even the Yu Jian confession did not have that day.

There is only a little bit of lasting fire in the house, very quiet and gentle.

The peace and gentleness of the evening.

"In my life, I like you all my life, I am willing to be with you. I will be willing to do so."

The ink burned and he said in his own mouth, he couldn't see the face of the night, but he could imagine the appearance of Chu Ningning at the moment.

I am afraid that my eyes are red, and my ears are red.

"I used to know that you were tempted, but you can't show it, you can only hate you... Now you can always replenish you." Chu nightning's cheeks are hot, and the eyes are also booming. "I like you, willing to bear with you, Willing to dissipate for you, willing to surrender to you."

Hearing the willingness to surrender to you, the burning heart is like a burning fire, and the whole body is trembled.

He is both moved and sad, both painful and embarrassing.

He is almost trembling: "Master respects..."

Chu Xiaoning raised his hand and stopped him: "You listen to me."

But after waiting for a while, Chu Evening was a person who wouldn’t say good things. He thought a lot, but he didn’t think it was appropriate.

For a moment, Chu Yuening actually wanted to say: "I'm sorry, you have been wronged and carried too much."

I want to say: "Before I left, I can't tell you the truth clearly. I missed you."

He also wants to say: "The red lotus in the year, thank you for your willingness to protect me."

He even thought about what dignity is not going to be at this moment. He wants to cry with ink and wants to hold this body that is still warm and warm. He said, "Please do not go, please be careful not to leave."

But the throat swallowed, and my heart was bitter.

In the end, Chu Xi Ning bowed his head and kissed the scars of the burning heart, the eyelashes, and he whispered.

"Ink burning, no matter what happened in the past, I will always be with you in the future."

Shame burned the blood of his body.

But the words are so solemn.

"A person who has been a fairy in his life is also a person who is a master of ink."

It’s too hot.

The ink burns only feels that the fire in the arms is once again lit up, and the fireworks are in front of them. All the pain and sorrow are gone at this moment.

"For two lifetimes, it belongs to you."

"No regrets."

The ink burned and closed, and it was moist.

He finally kissed Chu's lips, and he sighed: "...master...thank you."

The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the night is getting deeper and deeper.

They are embracing each other, they are thinking, it turns out that this is the rest of their lives.

Mo-burning knows that his clothes are soaked by tears, but he does not say. Since he was a child, he hoped that there would be many joys in his life. At this time, he should always be happy.

He hugged Chu Yuning, he said: "Sleep, late Ning. Sleep, I am holding you. You are afraid of cold, I am warming for you."

"Wait for me, let's go back to life, I want to go to my uncle and ask for sin. I want to quarrel with Xue Meng again... We still have a lot to do..."

The ink burns the hair of Chu Xiaoning, and the voice is soft.

The throat is full of blood and sweet, and the breathing is getting more and more relieved.

But he still smiles, his look is very quiet at the moment: "Master, I will give you a lifetime umbrella."

Chu Yuning is in his arms, and he is so whimpered.

"Xia Shidi..." He teased him again, and he was so quick that he couldn’t speak, or teased him. "Teacher... tell the story to you... After every night, I will tell you...you Don't dismiss the teacher's stupidity. If you talk about it, you will only tell the cow to eat grass..."

At the end of the last, the ink burned up the eyelids and looked at the layer of snow covered with frost on the window.

The heavens and the earth are vast and white.

"Night." He held him, his heartbeat echoed in the ear of Chu, and he whispered, "I have always loved you."

He slowly fell off his eyes, the pear vortex was shallow, and the two pears were white.

The heartbeat is a little bit slower and bit by bit.

Suddenly, a branch of plum tree outside the window was covered with snow, the snow was too heavy, the branches were broken, and the sudden movements were made. The snowball fell with the branches and slammed.

After this noise, Chu nightning, but can no longer hear the sound of the heartbeat.

He waited for the beggar, he waited for a moment, he waited for a while, he waited for a long time.

There is no more sound.

No sound... nothing...

It is a terrible silence that makes people feel cold.

It is a terrible silence that is desperate for a lifetime.

end.

stop.

rest.

The house is dead and quiet, terrible.

After a long, long period of time, Chu nightning did not move, Chu night Ning was still lying in the ink burning, lying on the bed, he did not even get up, did not look up, did not speak.

His little apprentice, his ink brother, his stepping fairy wants him to sleep.

He said that he would hold an umbrella for him for a lifetime, telling a life story, and he will love him for the rest of his life.

The ink burns, the outside is cold and the snow is big.

I warm you.

Chu night Ning was kneeling in his arm, squatting in the chest where the heat had not yet disappeared, and did not move.

They will leave for home tomorrow.

He must rest well with the ink.

Chu nightning extended his hand and surrounded the ink-burning waist.

In the dark night, he said, "Well, I listen to you, I sleep.... But, tomorrow, I will call you, you must remember to wake up."

He stuck to the chest that had no ups and downs, and the tears soaked in the smoldering clothes.

"Don't go to bed."

Good night, ink burns.

This night is very long, but I will stay with you. May you have a good dream, a fire, and a light.

There is home.