Remnants of Filth

Li Qing entered the room, his body was slightly cold, and he held a crimson coriander flower collected along the roadside in his hand.

Seeing the flower, Hung Hom suddenly opened her eyes and laughed, "Wow, it's so pretty! Is it for me?"

Li Qing nodded shallowly and did not dare to look at her.

Hung Hom was so happy that even her illness hadn't changed her temperament for fear of chaos in the world. She struggled to get up from the couch, took the flower, sniffed, and grinned: "Unfortunately, my hair is messy, otherwise I will scratch my head!"

"... I'll comb it for you."

In the past, she always tangled and asked him to give her a braid, so she didn't think much about it. She sat and let Li Qingqian release the long hair for her, and then combed it into a customary droop. Gently press until the jade black hair.

Red owl touched the petals, coughed with a smile, and yelled, "Brother, give me a mirror. I want to see if it looks good."

Li Qing shallowly said: "... come out of bed, go and watch at the table."

He said, brought her only pair of embroidered shoes and set them in front of the couch.

He never looked into her eyes from beginning to end.

At this moment, Hung Hom finally felt something wrong afterwards. She slowly turned her face and looked back at Li Qingqian.

The small gongs and drums that rang in the whole day, at this moment, the sound was so low, like a timid kitten.

She looked at him questioningly:

"... brother?"

"..."

"Brother, do you have any thoughts?"

With her fingers in her fists and sweating her palms, Li Qing shallow finally told her about the state teacher's election of the saint.

When he said, his head was buried very low. He probably thought that he could not see the expression on the face of the red cricket, and could not make himself more regretful and sad.

He really didn't see the red cricket's face, but he saw a few drops of tears dripping on the ground, stumbling on the shabby bed.

"I ... I ..." Xiao Gonggu's voice was as light as a cat, "I don't want to leave ..."

"... Redbird ..."

Hung Wah burst into tears: "I don't want to go! I don't want to! I was sold and sold when I was born. Does your brother even want you now? You want to leave me! Turn me into fourth hand ! "

"Cat, cat, dog, you can change it to four masters, and it can't stand it." Hongyan cried sadly, holding her knees, "I'm a personal ... I'm stupid, though silly ... but I I also have feelings, and I will be uncomfortable, I will not bear you ... I do n’t want to go! I do n’t want to go! You let me die, I want to be with my brother every day! ”

No matter what Li Qingqian said, she just didn't listen.

How could Li Qing shallow really watch her die? Seeing that she couldn't persuade her, Li Qingqian took his heart to the side, stood up arrogantly, and turned around and said, "Go to the state teacher, your illness can be cured, and I can get a thousand gold coins. You can save your life, I can Getting rich is good for both of us. Please help. "

Hung Hoo stopped, tearful, and stared at him blankly.

Li Qingyan said lightly, "Let's go."

Hung Hoo shouted, but still said, "You ... won't ..."

"What's not possible ?!" Li Qingqian suddenly turned his head, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth. "I beg you, I have taken care of you for three years, and I have taken care of it. I have sold you and me. Anyway, there is a good bite to eat, what do you do with me? You have been following me like this, what will happen to us in the end? "

Hung Ho opened his eyes wide, and the blood on his thin cheeks faded.

What can we do in the end?

Is it possible to be married, or to become a swordsman and fight against the sword?

It is a long and difficult thing for one person to give another person a life together. It is not a bunch of enthusiasm. Two sincerity are enough.

Want money, trust, way out, and hope.

And they lack everything.

For three years, she still has a good life, and Hongchen is a companion, but what reason does he have for her to accompany her for a lifetime? The hawker was right, he couldn't even buy the ugliest and most broken silk flower for her. Their feelings are just like the peony in the red hair at this moment. When they are picked for the first time, they are delicate and beautiful, as if everything is infinitely beautiful tomorrow.

But it will die.

Together they will not have eternal silk flowers. Only one night, the red chrysanthemum was splendid and fell into mud.

Many relatives in this world will eventually lose to money, status, health, or even love itself.

Li Qingqian didn't know what he lost to. He said that he lost to the poor and said that he loved her, so he would not sit by and watch her wither in this way. Lost to love.

But no matter what, he is already a complete defeat.

He had no choice but to send her away.

"A poor ghost carried a poor woman and finally became a poor old man dragging a poor old lady? Do you think I've thought of such a life ?! Have you thought about it for me!"

Hung Ho watched him, and her eldest brother had fired at her for the first time since she knew him.

She raised her head and slept in the spring, her tears were mottled.

She thought, I was thinking.

I never dare to be greedy, I dare not think about richness. The best ending I can think of in this life is two poor old barks, walking together in the evening light and shadows, the old woman arguing like a gong and drums, and the old man laughing with a good temper beside him—aside from his hair and wrinkles In vicissitudes, they are exactly the same as when they were young.

It turned out that she ended up thinking too beautifully and getting too greedy, but she couldn't get it.

She was just a little slave who sold her body to bury her father. Li Qingqian completed her wish three years ago and was considered to have bought her. He wants to sell her today, what else can she say?

Hung Hom is not a girl. Hung Hom is just a small thing, a little thing that is destined to drift around in life because of its low life.

She had been a child raiser of another family, a girl of a large family, and a foster daughter bought by a farmer. She thought she could call Li Qingqian the elder brother for a lifetime, and the dust settled.

But it turned out to be nothing more than a gusty wind, and she had nothing to rely on.

She finally went to the state teacher.

In the twilight evening bell, afterglow of clouds, Hung Hoo followed the waiter, step by step towards the high platform, went to the top of the long-distance reach, and met her fifth master.

The wind chimes of the eaves were shattered and cleared. At the corner of the high platform, she turned sideways and glanced downstairs.

Li Qingqian took the heavy bag full of money, thanked the waiter, and walked slowly. She looked at him in the distance, she thought, can you turn around ... can you be alone with me.

Can you at least give me a hand and let me part with this good dream that has been going on for three years.

But then she thought again, nothing more.

With so much bitterness and attachment in her throat, he was afraid he would break the bank with a glance at her. She was afraid that she would be as anxious and panicky as when she first saw her, crying and entangled recklessly, and would rather force him to take her with her.

The wind was blowing, which made her flannel and flower Fang Fei grow richer and her clothes fluttering. There was a blur of water vapor in her eyes, but she could not help laughing slowly.

One thousand gold coins can buy a lot of gimmicks.

Brother will never be hungry again, right?

In fact, it does n’t matter if you do n’t look back, or if you do n’t take her. Three years ago she just wanted to be alive, so she could shout at his back like that inexplicably.

But now, she was scared.

She was afraid that her shouting wouldn't replace him with a stop, so she would be so painful that she couldn't move even a step.

She has to go forward.

Going forward ...

Before tears came out of her eyes, she hurriedly closed her eyes, lowered her head through the galleries where the silk bells trembled and continued to walk up.

Embroider shoes under your feet and peonies between your hair.

The two were so poor that they could only leave so much thought in three years.

On the high floor of the expensive villa, under the curtain, there was a blur of the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras, and a kabuki continued to sing: "In the evening, the jackdaw is sad, but the fresh green of the Liutang is gentle. There are whiteheads on earth. "

Twilight Jinhui shone on the tile eaves, and the crossing floor was brilliant. Hung Hom had this remaining thought.

Step by step, go farther and farther.

"The intestine has been broken, tears are difficult to collect, and Acacia re-entered Xiaohonglou. Love has been interrupted by the mountain, and the frequent leaning on the fence is not free."

The scarlet sun engulfed her shadow, and the surrounding scene sank like the afterglow of the end ...

A long parting.

Since then, Li Qingqian has been alone, and has never taken anyone to accompany him. His one thousand shells were almost scattered, and he did not spend a little. Over the years, when he was taking medicine in the hospital, he finally learned about his own water-breaking swordsmanship-his voice was like sadness, or like a gong. The wind screamed and screamed, and the water broke.

All the results will be like a long night firework, and the moment it goes out before the ink is gone.

By the time this fast-moving marquee stopped, it had reached the lonely barren hills, and was full of bones-it was the world-famous female crying mountain battle.

In fact, when Mo Xi saw Hung Hom walking towards the tower and becoming the selected maiden of Laos, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Mo Xi is not as simple as Li Qingqian. He is too familiar with the lunatics of Lao Guo, especially the Chinese teacher who rarely shows up. He is even more crazy than wild dogs. What "Teach astrology and pray for the National Games", others will believe, but Mo Xi doesn't think so.

Lao Guo eats and drank blood, is heartbroken, and wants to come to Hung Hom.

Let's think about the rumor of the female crying mountain, saying that it was Li Guo who arrested hundreds of girls, posing them as brides, and sacrificing the mountain god. Two things are related to each other, Mo Mo probably has a guess ...

The fact is that his conjectures about the behavior of Lao Guo are often right.

The girl cried on the mountain, and there were many ghosts, and Li Qing shallow ambushed together. But he had a good heart. After getting the dead souls of these girls, he didn't want to let them hurt them. Instead, he decided to leave his broken water sword spectrum to his brother's custody and practice. He took the hundreds of souls and went to the island. Take them slowly.

It ’s natural to have them one by one, let them relieve their suffocation one by one, and reincarnate the soul.

Every time Li Qingqian crossed, he watched the soul die and went from Hanhaixi.

The dead girls crying mountains are all in mottled red clothes. They have no consciousness when they are suffocated, and after the suffocation is gone, they lose their memory in front of them. Every day, he looks at a ghost who murmurs from the lamp. The ground floated out and left blankly.

That's it, day after day.

Li Qingdudu has more and more souls, but his heart is deeper and deeper-because he finds that these girls look too much like a person.

Like the one who chased him and was left on the tower by him.

Before the female ghosts resolved their resentment, they would unconsciously repeat the words they thought of before they died. Li Qing shallow listened a lot, some were crying, some were calling father and mother, some were muttering, don't bury me ... don't lie to me ... I don't want to die ...

Don't bury me.

Do not lie to me……

I don't want to die! I don't want to die!

These words are good, and the similar looks of the female ghosts make Li Qing shallow's uneasiness more and more intense-where did these girls come from? Why do they all have such similar looks?

There was an answer coming up, but he couldn't believe it, he didn't dare to think.

The number of unjust ghosts in the soul lamp is decreasing day by day. Mo Xi can see that every time Qingqing Li releases one, his hands are shaking. And when he saw that the female ghost's appearance was not the red cricket he abandoned, his trembling stopped.

Sneaky, relieved.

Until he reached the last ghost.

That morning, Li Qingchan was carrying the soul lamp as usual, Mo Mo could see that his steps were a lot easier than in the past, and the ghost of the female crying mountain was the last one. Li Qingchan thought that he might have thought too much before.

His Hung Hom should also ask in the horoscope in the palace of the Master, and in front of her virgin, it would never be what he thought about ...

The last soul, like a lone smoke, faintly floated out of the lamp, floating into shape.

The female ghost has a petite figure and a Fengguanxiaxia, but it is, but ... Li Qing shallow is like thunder, and her bones are so cold-

He almost blurted out: "Hung Hom? !!!"

The thin reflection was like a nightmare that finally came.

The uncle's innocent soul hangs in front of him blankly, his appearance is the appearance he has seen countless times in his dreams, and even her hemline still has a ghost image of the flowers and her feet are still embroidered shoes ... but she does n’t laugh, no He will jump, and he won't make trouble with him like a little gong and drum. She was just like all the powerful ghosts of Fuxi, her mind and memory had been stunned, leaving only a ray of soul, floating and floating in front of him without any help.

Even if it is a simple and dumb person, it should be known at this time that the teacher is lying to them. The women who were offered did not become saints in the end, but instead became sacrifices to the mountain, burying dead bones.

The scam of the nobles has deceived those desperate lives.

Hongyu floated in the air, muttering the last words she was obsessed with before her death. Her eyes were empty. She said, "Look back ... brother ... I want to say goodbye to you ..."

You look back, I don't expect to grow old with you, I don't expect you to reach out to me again and take me to fight with the sword.

I thought, I think I have always been chasing you, I have always been watching your back, can I change you to watch me go to the tower when I am separated, can I change you to take a good look at me.

I'm not willing to die like this, brother.

I have never said goodbye to you all my life.

From the perspective of Mo Xi, he could not see what Li Qingchan was like at the time, and there was no sound in his silence.

After a long time, as if the torrent finally broke the dam, Li Qing's shallow throat suddenly burst into a cry of almost a beast's wailing, hoarseness and incompatibility, silent words, crying blood and tears, echoing in the dream, every cry Like digging from the throat with blood.

He said, I shouldn't take you away ... I shouldn't take you away ...

I won't take you away, I can't heal you, but I can accompany you well, and the pain is me. But I'm so selfish, so weak, I pushed you to others, fled myself, and left you the pain.

He knelt in front of the uncle's soul, just like when he first saw it, he knelt in the dust, trembling, trembling, and weeping sadly.

I don't even have the courage to say goodbye to you, without a sincere heart, say goodbye to you.

That whole day, from the dawn of Xiaotian to the sky full of clouds.

It is the last companionship of one person, one soul.

The sky was finally dark, and the unjust ghost who released the soul lamp could no longer stay. She either fell into eternal robbery or was overrun by him. So Li Qingchan could only build up his strength, dumb his throat, and shed tears, chanting the death spell over and over again.

He sent her away, and he crossed her.

Han Hai was floating, Sanskrit whispered, and this time, he watched her leave.

"Namou Amitabha yelled at Tagato ..."

again and again.

"Gamma Gannah ..."

Hung Hom murmured in the dying curse, unconsciously repeating: "Brother ... Look back ... Look at me again ..."

"I want to be with you ... individually ..."

"Brother ..."

Stunned.

The dark air escaped.

The sky is full of clouds and clouds, and the magnificent golden light is entering the tide. Li Qing's lips trembled, she read the last word, and slowly raised her head.

Hong Ling's soul was solved, and her eyes became blank.

She stopped speaking, and seemed confused as to why she was in this vast world. Then she turned to look at the last twilight at the end of the sea, nostalgically, and turned away.

I want to be good with you and be individual.

Li Qingqian finally cried. He looked at her back. He chased her back and called her name hoarsely ... involved in the sea ... the sea had no knees, no waist ... the tide came, he knelt Down, but did not bow.

He watched her disappear into the golden world of heaven and earth.

The tower was a farewell, and I never looked back. This time, I look at you instead ... Let me leave you ...

We can't say goodbye well in our lives. But I send you, I cross you back, I send you away.

Hung Hom. Hung Hom.

In this case, can you forgive me, forgive me of poverty and weakness.

Have you ever forgiven me, can you forgive me ...

The sky is empty, the sun is sobbing.

The twilight was deep, the last light was swallowed up by the sea, the darkness fell on the island, and the long night billowed in his wailing.

Mo Xi didn't move. He didn't look at Li Qing shallow in the past.

That kind of fragmented face, which he had seen for a long time, had been seen countless times, and that was the picture he least wanted to see.

Soon after, Li Qingsu went to Laos. He is going to ask the teacher to understand-what kind of maiden, is the maiden used to fill the mountain to sacrifice God?

That's a sacrifice! Offerings! !!

His water-cut sword has reached its peak, with hatred and resentment, and the dark guard who beat the King City is not his opponent. He roared over the spine of the roof. Eventually, he fell lightly in front of the Grand Master's Hall, and killed two guards guarding the side gate within three strokes. Then he kicked open the door of the temple-

The author has something to say: ps. Nan Wu Amida Po Ye 哆 伽 Taga Ye, is really a curse of death, not a lie. As for how a monk Li Qingchan read the Buddhist mantra == don't take a closer look at Liao ~~ This is because the overhead wood is spicy ~~

Then ps. "In the evening, Jackdaw is in a state of sorrow, but Liutang's fresh green is gentle. If you teach the eyes without divorce, you do n’t believe that there are white heads in the world."

Again ps. Li Qingqian Hongxiong's story is adapted from the legend of Southern Song musician and writer Jiang Ye and Fan Chengda singing girl Xiaohong. According to rumors, Jiang Ye and Xiaohong used to harmonize with each other. Impoverished and unable to take care of Xiaohong, Jiang Yan sold Xiaohong to other people in order not to let Xiaohong suffer from hunger and suffering. Xiao Hong was unwilling at first, but Jiang Yan said that she had the money to sell rice for dinner, but Xiao Hong had no choice but to leave with sadness. Unnecessary misunderstandings are too much to talk about.

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