Q coffin GL

The most cruel words in the world, things are not people, and vicissitudes of life are also counted as one.

The Ming Dynasty has long been buried, and even the bones of the mortal enemy are gone. All obsessions have been subverted by the changes of the times. No one remembers the national hatred and family hatred, only you remember.

Qin Liangyu fell into the empty silence, like an abandoned child, the white hair and chicken skin contrasted so absurdly with her ignorant expression, she held the white gun again, stretched out her left hand, and put it on the fallen leaves, with her five fingers tucked slightly As soon as she grabbed it, the leaves seemed to be picked up and shaped into a half-human shape. She released them again, and they fell to the ground like loose sand.

Nothing... The veins on her temples were bulging, she was a little dizzy, and she shook her head back and forth unbearably.

She heard the nose of the girl next to her twitch lightly, and her restrained hands followed her movements, grabbing and letting go of the skirt.

Qin Liangyu stood up tremblingly, her hunchbacked figure revealed the arrogance she once rode into the battle alone, she said: "Back then, the old man had obsessions in his body and mind, seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, and he was no different from others."

She smiled softly, as if she had lost several battles, she told the restless soldiers below that she seemed to be responsible for her poor decision-making.

She remembered that year.

Her husband was wronged and imprisoned and died with hatred. The soldiers were not angry and wanted to rebel. She never resented the court, but comforted her subordinates, calmed people's hearts, and remained loyal in command.

Aizi died on the battlefield, and when the bad news came, the lieutenant eight-foot man couldn't help himself. She laughed three times and said with tears in her eyes: "Okay! I'm really good!"

All her hatred gave way to love and loyalty, and all her love and loyalty were dedicated to the land and the people.

She walked slowly towards the depths of the woods. Song Nineteen stood up and wanted to catch up, but Li Eleven grabbed his wrist.

She shook her head slightly at Song Nineteen, and said, "Let's go down the mountain."

The old and desolate figure disappeared at the end of the mist, and Song Shijiu was dragged down the mountain by Li Shiyi, who walked down the mountain with three steps and three turns. After taking a step, she bumped, squeezing her heart so that it could only beat numbly and slightly, fearing that if it was any bigger, it would be blown to a bloody mess.

She stopped, pulled her hand back, and asked Li Shishi: "Why don't you let her reincarnate?"

Li Shishi turned around to look at her, her eyes were wet, and her eye sockets were so red that they seemed to be embedded in the candlelight. When she finished speaking, she pursed her lips in a panic, her jaw twitched, and she worked very hard to suppress her sadness.

Li Shishi didn't answer in a hurry, he just supported her shoulders, and then squatted down with his back facing her: "I'll carry you down the mountain."

Song Nineteen didn't understand, so he just shook his head, and then remembered that Li Shiyi couldn't see him, so he said, "Your ankle is still hurt."

Li Shishi was noncommittal, and lightly moved his hand behind his back, as if he had embraced Song Shijiu countless times, and repeated: "I will carry you."

Song Nineteen didn't want Li Eleven to repeat it a third time.

So she raised the back of her hand to wipe her right eye, and bent down obediently on her back.

Li Shishi's back was thin and soft, thin but boneless, and there was the usual fragrance around his neck. Song Shijiu embraced her, and suddenly understood why Li Shishi wanted to carry her.

Her heart was pressed against her warm back, and the sadness that was alone was squeezed out. Her heart began to be active, vibrating at the place where they were connected, beating more steadily.

However, the posture of turning away from her leaves more space and respect than embracing her, which is enough for Song Nineteen to maintain the self-esteem that no one wants to see.

She finally understood that Li Shishi was not only her childhood sweetheart, her bamboo horse, but also the clothes that covered her embarrassing nakedness, the hair rope that bound her helplessly, the land under her feet, and the shade above her head.

She held back her tears and leaned her head on Li Shishi's shoulder.

Seeing her calm down, Li Shishi said, "It won't take me that long to make a paper figurine."

This was just the beginning, Song Shijiu understood, so she waited patiently for Li Shixi to continue.

"Since I suspected that she was General Qin, I felt that the matter was very difficult, so for the rest of the time, I asked Ah Luo to help me, and looked up the government records with the order of God."

There is one more thing she didn't say, because Song Shijiu once said that this matter was related to her, so Li Shishi was very concerned.

"Using the blood that was cut by Ye Bing as a guide, I investigated General Qin's reincarnation."

Song Nineteen was stunned, holding his breath to listen to her next words.

"The result is that after the death of General Qin, he was reincarnated and enjoyed ten lifetimes of wealth, exactly the same."

"This..." Song Nineteen couldn't believe it.

Li Shiyi took a small breath: "Since General Qin has been reincarnated, there should be someone else on the mountain, but just now she said she is Qin Liangyu."

Song Nineteen hugged her a little tighter, his brain couldn't turn around, his brain buzzed like it was being hammered: "What's going on?"

"I guess," Li Shishi smiled leisurely in front, "Since someone has the ability to stop time, they probably also have the ability to send them back to the time of their death."

Song Nineteen was stunned for two seconds, her eyes suddenly lit up, her mouth was parched, but she was extremely careful, and narrowed her eyes in disbelief: "You mean..."

Song Nineteen vaguely understood Li Shishi's meaning.If Qin Liangyu has been reincarnated normally, it means that in the future, there will be someone who will turn back time and send Qin Liangyu's ghost back to the day of his death, so as to set things right and make General Qin reincarnate smoothly.

Li Shixi nodded, and said again: "It's not the time yet." The little monster on his back is not so capable yet, so he has to wait.

Song Shijiu opened his mouth, so it was so, it was strange that Li Shishi would not let Qin Liangyu reincarnate immediately.

The goat's milk in my heart burst, it turned out to be just a small bubble, and there was a small "boom" like a firework, leaving behind a spark of warmth.

She put her arms around Li Shishi's neck, she clearly had the answer, but she still wanted to confirm it again: "Who is it?"

Li Shishi didn't see through her trick, and secretly widened the corners of his mouth.

After a while, he said: "Flying Immortals outside the sky."

Song Nineteen's tears were still on the verge of falling, but the corners of her pursed lips were raised and raised, and her nondescript smile made her chest both sweet and sour.

She raised her eyes and was stunned. She forgot what she wanted to say, and just looked around in a daze: "Eleventh, why is it daylight again?"

A bird flits under the sun, lands on the translucent branches and leaves, folds its wings and twitters, the grass is pushed to this side, and occasionally jumps over a fat hare, only belongs to the openness of the afternoon, and the light and shadow are fresh and tender in Song Nineteen Her face moved, making her amber eyes ethereal and clear.

Li Shiyi also raised his head and glanced, "Hmm".

At this moment, he was about to pass the edge of the magic circle, the time was very chaotic, and the rotation of the sun inside was unusual, so it was no wonder that Qin Liangyu couldn't tell what night it was. He might have to go down the mountain to return to normal.

The person behind him shook his calf, and his toes were slightly raised. Li Shiyi glanced at him, smiled lightly, and said, "If you don't feel uncomfortable, come down."

Song Shijiu climbed down obediently, thinking that Li Shishi had something to say to her: "What?"

Li Shiyi rubbed his elbows: "Hands are sore."

Song Nineteen looked at her back as she walked forward, and suddenly wanted to kiss her.

She knew that Li Shishi was fulfilling his promise to her, so she forgave her calmly, and then tried to get Song Shijiu to forgive herself.

"Eleven." Song Nineteen followed.

"That trick just now, I thought of the name."

"What is it?"

"Look at the moon and listen to the wind." Song Nineteen said.

Even though the sun is shining brightly at this moment, she still feels that her greatest ability is to be able to embrace the high moon in her arms.

The phonograph was hoarse, humming and humming in a disgraceful way, the small building was broken, the circuit was not very stable, and even the machine became hoarse.It turns out that the same is true for this heartless part. There must be a steady stream of things for coaxing to sing a beautiful show.

The equipment is like this, and the heart is like this.

Ah Luo listened lazily, went upstairs by himself, and flipped through books in the study.

The heavy courtyard door squeaked, as if it was also stained with the joy of waiting for a long time, Ah Luo stopped his eyes on the second line of the page on the right, counted his heartbeat and the frequency of the high heels, and counted to No.30 seven times At that time, the man entered the kitchen, and then there was the sound of splashing water.

Her keen sense of hearing described A Yin's every movement like a picture. When she heard her wipe her hands with a handkerchief, she stretched out her hands to pull her hair. She should have bent down slightly, using the reflection of the window as a mirror, and looked left and right. With her exquisite makeup, she immediately pressed her fresh lips together, and then let go with a "boo".

Look, even Ah Luo's heart can consciously complete all of Ah Yin's tiny movements.

The curvaceous figure of Nana went up the stairs step by step, and the wooden planks of the stairs were the keys to congratulate her, playing a graceful symphony.

A Yin is the most composed conductor.

The conductor used the heel of his shoe as a sign, and walked to the left after going upstairs, as if he wanted to go back to the house, or because of the light in A Luo's study, or because of the extraordinarily quiet small building, he wanted to ask someone to clarify Anyway, after a few hesitations, those beautiful hands of Koudan pushed open the door of the study.

The door lock clicked, and Ah Luo's heart clicked.

She lowered her head, not wanting to look at A Yin again, so she just turned a page in the book and said, "I'm back."

Once the word is out of the mouth, it becomes old easily.Some emotions, easy to get tired.