Chapter 133

Quan Hongming enjoyed the heavy rain of the night.

He knew that his relatives, his indifferent sister, were trying to heal himself.

He could not hear the Scriptures read in his ears by the greedy, stupid and fat donkeys, as if they were separated by a thick wall.

These vague chants did not dispel his loneliness and fear, but upset him.

Quan Hongming probably realized that his thinking had deviated from normal people. He enjoyed loneliness, darkness and pain, which were the source of his happiness and filled the emptiness in his heart.

But these emotions added to his depression.

It's like pouring cold oil on a wildfire. It doesn't help if it's cold for a while.

Only.

Only the heavy rain.

Heavy rain brings life.

And when it rains, there will be no annoying chanting.

Gan Lin slides down his twisted limbs, diluting the face corroded by poisonous blood on his skin.

Quan Hongming opened his mouth like a crocodile with his head up. His mouth was like a sea bowl. The rain bit by bit knocked on his upper jaw, tongue and gums.

The accumulated rainwater in the throat, when enough, hastily swallow.

Heavy as it is, it won't last long.

Just a few drinks at a time.

Quan Hongming thought that if he could wake up, he would thank this unknown doctor.

Of course, it was a joke he made on himself.

If you can wake up, you'll be followed by anything from eating a bowl of hot noodle soup to digging up your ancestral grave. Such jokes can always make him laugh, and then the skin on his body surface will break, and the blood will flow, which will bring him severe pain.

But pain gave him joy again.

He wanted to laugh all the time.

But there are limits to laughter.

He is more and more unable to laugh.

……

Mo Yun is sitting in the room. The moonlight leaks in from the open window. It's cold.

He has calmed down.

He no longer thinks.

Do what you need to do every day, simply.

Free time, no physical time, is the most difficult.

He can't forget a lot of things, although he is tired of his memory, but still, in a calm face, the undercurrent is turbulent.

People should learn to fight against themselves.

No smoke, no end.

He turned over and began to sleep.

On the roof beam, there is a silent chopping sword.

……

Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing are sitting on the carriage in front of the familiar tea sea.

Quan Suhuan's face is calm, his hands and feet are light, and his every move is natural. It's like a swan stretching its neck and a peacock opening its screen. It's another level of spiritual enjoyment to watch such an artistic process before drinking tea.

Until the last three people are holding a cup of tea, the car is still silent.

With the light of Hou Zhu, the room is full of basic lighting, and the more striking light is the sunlight from the window, which lights up the tea sea. Each cup seems to be covered with a layer of lustrous glaze.

All the smooth surfaces of the wooden table, utensils, beads, skin, nails, clothes, all rise with this blurred and twinkling light.

The square inch floating light is like the ripples of a pond among duckweeds at noon in summer. It is as weak and swift as the fleeting shadow of a flying star, and as light and elegant as a drop of tea.

Words are done, mind is light.

Quan Suhuan looks out of the window at the world.

In the deep winter, the snow air seeps through the bones, and the world shrouded in white is like rotten wood, while the shuttling people, such as ants, are thoroughly decomposing and tearing these buildings.

In this way, some kind of abstract consciousness was transmitted to the female householder of Quanfu through the intuitive scenery.

A sense of fate from the attack on the heart, so that she did not consciously tighten the tight fox fur.

My dear brother, why do you want to live?

……

Ning Baiyi takes back Quan Hongming's last jade needle and puts it back into the needle box.

She sighed regretfully. If it wasn't for the fact that the bianque needle had lost many essentials, it would have been better to relieve the evil Qi in the human body.

This is a stone cell.

The vertical and horizontal chains bound the naked man on the bed.

His body is thin, but his skin is as rough as a tree bark. He looks like a master of horizontal training.

There are terrible scratches on the bed and the wall. These messy tracks are either from trapped wild animals or crazy people. Quan Hongming is not one of the two, but also has the characteristics of the two.

He is chaotic and insane, as if wrapped in a sea whirlpool under the human skin. Turbulence creates a closed system, containing countless dark, evil and bloody demons, which makes everyone who tries to get close to him thrill.

He is no longer a person.He can not be simply defined as human, even if he has a human body, everything that the owner has, but he is a different species.

Ning Baiyi looked at the creature who had struggled for life with pity.

After nearly a year of treatment, she has basically understood this person's situation.

Lost soul, evil spirit into the body, body change.

It seems that he has not been completely engulfed by the darkness and terror in his body.

"Play a tune for you." The girl thought of the man in tears in the bamboo grove, and suddenly had a whim, hoping to soothe Quan Hongming's tortured soul with the sound of the piano.

She asked the maid to get her own Aegean. Ning Baiyi put the harp on the round stone table and stood aside. Her waist was just at the height of the table. It was very convenient to play the harp with her hands down.

It's still a little plucking.

After the sound dissipates and is completely silent, cangran suddenly rings and the music is loud.

Hasty and joyful tunes are like fireworks in full bloom, one after another in the distant night sky, as if the colorful trees growing in the sky are in full bloom. They are more beautiful than a river of stars, and more brilliant than the flying sun.

Such a grand scene, see all "do not want to return.".

The sound of the harp reverberates. Ning Baiyi closes his eyes and immerses himself in it completely.

Can you feel such joy?

……

Long smile is too tired.

Smile should not be deliberate.

Quan Hongming swallowed his last mouthful of rain.

Silent, no longer thinking.

Darkness, if you let me

No, no more ifs.

In the stagnant heart lake, slowly covered with a layer of ice.

He felt himself slipping.

At this time, ear, music sounded.

The light penetrates into the skull cavity through the corroded and ulcerated eyelids, and Quan Hongming is suddenly surprised.

Get up and open your eyes.

A beautiful spring scene.

Congcong River, QingNen grassland, distant mountains, white clouds.

Quan Hongming watched a butterfly fall on the tip of his nose, with a strange and astringent smile on his face.

How beautiful

Suddenly, a little girl yelled behind him: "brother!"

Look around, no one.

"Brother!" The girl's voice became calm, but still could not suppress the innocent joy.

It's Quan Suhuan's voice.

Quan Hongming became anxious and called out: "Huanhuan! Where are you? "

"Brother!" My little sister's voice became like an adult.

Where is she?

Where is it?

The sun on the western side of the mountain falls a little bit, and the sky is filled with dark purple. Only the sunset is still shining, and the flowing clouds are paving the dark sky steps, like a net cover, to devour the bright ball.

It's getting dark!

Night is coming!

"Brother!" The sound is also weakening, as if from beneath the water, the gasp of the drowning man.

"Huanhuan!"

Quan Hongming ran madly towards the horizon engulfed by darkness.

In the world of thick ink, all the good things go with the wind.

Quan Hongming stepped into deep water.

A little girl in red clothes, in the water, showing a brilliant smile.

"Huanhuan, here comes my brother."

Spit out the last bubbles in the lungs.

Annihilation -

The beast on the bed shed clear tears and evaporated quickly, like an unconscious illusion.

Ning Baiyi closed his eyes and listened to the lingering sound of the beam. He slowly fell silent. He nodded with satisfaction and went back to the bed. Looking at Quan Hongming, who was still like a corpse, he had no response. Everything was futile, whether it was the struggle of life in his body or his own treatment.

"Well.

"It would be great if you could survive."

Plain hands stick on the withered black forehead, under the random eyebrows, suddenly open a pair of bloody eyes.