Marriage [Interstellar]

Lou Qing didn't go far, just turned out of the small garden in the backyard, and stopped on the wisteria flower corridor.

He just stood there, neither speaking nor moving, with his head lowered and no expression visible, but his whole body was filled with a sense of loneliness that could not be approached by anyone.

Wu Lan and Xue Bao had never seen Lou Qing like this before, Wu Lan didn't dare to go forward for a while, Xue Bao didn't want to leave Lou Qing, but also wanted to return to the main body to call someone over immediately, so he was so anxious that Lou Qing was in front of him. Spin around.

Lou Qing didn't notice them, he can't notice anything now.His hands trembled slightly, his mind was in chaos, and only a few words were repeated over and over again.

How did that happen?

Lou Qing couldn't figure it out, he must have made a mistake somewhere, how could this happen?

Most of the little old men in the world are the same, and the little old man who is the housekeeper just happens to be similar to the little old man in his family. After all, they are still people who grew up in the same place.

Lou Qing thought of many reasons, but they all fell apart quickly.

Half of his rationality was crazily denying, but the other half of his rationality was telling him coldly, "This is the truth."

"Hold!"

After all, Lou Qing couldn't hold back, and cursed with a strong nasal voice.

Wu Lan shrank her shoulders in shock, while Snow Leopard finally made up her mind, rubbed Lou Qing's calf again, turned around and disappeared.

Seeing that Xue Leopard was gone, Wu Lan knew that he was going to report a letter, so she had some confidence in her heart, and stepped forward to speak tentatively.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Lou Qing took a deep breath and replied habitually, "It's okay."

After a pause, Lou Qing turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Startled, Wu Lan hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Where is Your Highness going?"

"Go and confirm."

Lou Qing didn't stop.

His eye sockets were still red, his eyelashes were wet, and he looked extraordinarily dark, with a sad look on his face; but his eyes were very resolute, like shining gems under the sun.

Wu Lan turned to look at him, pursed her lips, and didn't ask any more questions.

Lou Qing went back to the little old man's room.

Seeing him go and come back, the little old man was very happy: "Your Highness, come and eat!"

The little old man quickly gave up his seat, and the bowls and chopsticks that were placed for Lou Qing just now were still there, just to save trouble.He opened the chair and said: "I knew His Highness would be reluctant to part with this strange seashell. Look, I even confiscated the bowls and chopsticks. As expected, I came back!"

The little old man was beaming with joy, but Lou Qing didn't sit down.

He wanted to sit, and he also wanted to taste that strange seashell. Even before he died, he hadn't tasted the taste of home for 15 years.

But he can't.

The little old man's consciousness was not clear, and Lou Qing wasn't sure if he had been hinted or hypnotized—of course, he wasn't afraid that the little old man would suddenly get violent and stab him, and he didn't care about such injuries.

What Lou Qing was afraid of was the blood between him and the little old man.

The reason why the thorn worm considers him king is simple and rude, and after the thorn worm socializes into a hierarchy, the cognition of the king is even simpler and rougher—in short, the closer the blood relationship to him, the easier it is to take away his king. everything of.

The little old man has no malice towards him, but Lou Ping behind the little old man is not necessarily, and the existence of the little old man may prove that Lou Qing already knows the relationship between the insect king and blood.

Even if Lou Ping didn't know, Lou Qing couldn't take the risk.

So he will not do this kind of "eating" that will be absorbed by him as energy.

"Your Highness, sit down."

Seeing Lou Qingjiu standing still, the little old man quickly called out again.

Lou Qing gritted her teeth, and when she spoke again, her nasal voice was much better.

"Sit down, I need your help with something."

As soon as the little old man heard that he asked for help, he immediately rubbed his hands attentively: "Your Highness, what do you want me to do for you? Could it be that the little purple bottle has been used up? As soon as I came, I saw that you have a good relationship with the king, Your Highness Really talented!"

Lou Qing: "..."

Lou Qing's original mood was disturbed by the little old man's words, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart - the fact that his mind is always colored is different from his little old man anyway.

But the point of not being in tune has not changed.

Lou Qing's eyes were nostalgic and sad, and his voice softened a lot.

"It's a very simple thing, you close your eyes first."

The little old man didn't suspect him, so he immediately closed his eyes, but thought he was very clever and opened them a little, trying to see what Lou Qing was up to.

"No peeking."

As Lou Qing said, he reached out and gestured to hit him on the head.

The little old man was startled, and quickly closed his eyes, so tight that his skin wrinkled.

Lou Qing's chestnuts were not knocked off, but the warm palms lightly landed on the little old man's forehead and covered them.

The little old man was puzzled, and when he was about to open his eyes to see clearly again, he felt his eyes darkened, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, and then he seemed to have fallen into a dream, but the dream was very clear.

At noon in midsummer, the street was still muddy after it had just rained. An eight-nine-year-old boy was running barefoot on the street, and he was chasing after him with a twig.

"Let you take my brother, what are you trying to do with me with a mud monkey! His clothes are still new!"

"Pingping wants to learn to walk, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

In the garden where the plants were dead, he was struggling to repot a pot of flowers, when a boy who had grown up came out from the side, muttering feebly.

"Old man, just give up. You don't have the skills of my mother. The garden she left behind is almost wiped out by you."

He glared at the bastard in disbelief.

"What is Huo Huo, they are coming to winter, this is called dormancy!"

"Eternal sleep is the right thing..."

On the mahogany dining table that was rubbed and pulped, a large plate of seashells with strange flavors was placed in the middle. The old butler said honestly that he was not hungry, and then left the restaurant with cold steamed buns. the bunny.

The corner of the ten-year-old boy's mouth twitched, "Old man, I finally came back from a vacation, so you don't have to treat me like this. Last time we both had diarrhea for a whole day, wasn't it enough?"

The four or five-year-old baby next to him also pouted, and looked at him pitifully with a cute little face: "My brother doesn't eat, and I don't eat either."

He swore with all his heart and soul: "It's really okay this time, it's guaranteed to be delicious. Look, I'll eat one first—"

"Wow, are you going to die together?"

At night, he opened the door of the eldest son's bedroom, which was empty, with a suitcase beside the bed.

He walked over to open the suitcase, and stared at the young son who was curled up inside.

He sighed: "Your brother ran away, he didn't plan to bring this suitcase at all."

The youngest son has already had a seizure, but he is still the little crying bag. His eyes turned red when he heard this, and he cried so hard that the sky was dark.

It was winter and he was sick, but he still put on his clothes persistently, scolded the bastard who sneaked away and wandered in the letter, and showed off his newly dug fresh water well by the way.

A disaster suddenly broke out in Erdan City. It was already two days later when he saw the news in the news, and a week ago, he just received a reply from the bastard, saying that his next stop was Erdan City.

The dream suddenly became fragmented and gloomy, and the color of blood spread from all directions, becoming the main color of the follow-up dream.

He took his stubborn young son on the spaceship to Erdan City.

confusion.

Those who escaped, those who rescued, those who changed.

He couldn't hold it anymore, and his youngest son was also infected. He knew how the Union Army treated the infected, and he didn't dare to expose his youngest son, so amidst many dangers, they returned to Savimaso and locked them in the castle. Go out again.

And he also realized that that little bastard Lou Qing was gone.

That bastard who seemed to have nine lives, why did he disappear?

The youngest son began to mutate, his body would grow all kinds of strange things that should not grow on human beings, but sometimes they would suddenly disappear.

He couldn't tell if it was good or bad, but it drove the younger son crazy.

The little crying bag who is obedient and clingy to his brother has become more and more irritable and extreme in this kind of training.

Finally, he was about to die.

In front of the shabby hospital bed, he looked at his youngest son who had been alienated beyond human appearance. He looked at his scarlet eyes with cross star pupils, and his heart was full of regret.

"Pingping, Dad shouldn't have taken you there."

"We're all gone, what will you do in the future?"

"Don't go out, don't be discovered by others, be good, I put a lot of food in our warehouse, and eat sparingly."

"Pingping, I saw your brother, he came to pick me up..."

And so he died.But it seems that he is not dead.

The dream after that seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, under the blood-colored dim light, it was hazy and unreal.

So he thought, the dream after this must be fake.

He saw someone break open the gate of their palace. It was a wealthy businessman in the next street, who had told him many times that he wanted to buy the brocade robe from their country.

They smashed open the palace door and searched wantonly, alarming Lou Ping who was hiding in the room.

Lou Ping's appearance frightened them, and they attacked him and wanted to kill him.But it soon turns out that Lou Ping is just a scary looking guy, so they grab him and take him away.

In the white room, even in the bloody blurred vision, this piece of white is so bright that it makes people feel cold.

He saw that Lou Ping was locked in a transparent room, and they gave him a lot of medicine.

After Lou Ping's alienation, his violent temper became more and more terrifying, and sometimes he could knock a crack in a transparent room.

Suddenly one day.

Lou Ping raised his head and met his gaze in the air.It was as if he had suddenly realized some great secret.

The dream was cut off, and in the darkness, when the light came on again, it seemed like a different world.

And he has a body.

He was brought by Lou Ping's side like a puppet, watching everything happen and change.

When they returned to Savimaso, the rich businessman who had captured him was pressed at Lou Ping's feet, and Lou Ping stepped on him and broke his neck.

This is just the beginning.

The road paved by blood and corpses pushed Lou Ping to a height that he never dreamed of, and Savimaso gradually changed from a dilapidated household to a golden town that everyone yearned for.

"I will become the king of this world, and I will make everyone in the Alliance Starfield my subjects."

"Anyone who resists me will die, everyone will listen to us, and Savimaso will be the only capital."

"I am the chosen one. I can kill them with a word. I am a god."

"What is the importance of human life and death? Death is just the beginning of another form, you know best, don't you?"

"Don't worry, I'll find my brother, and I'll bring him back, just like I brought you back."

no.

All the blood in the dream is not as terrifying as these few words of Lou Ping.He wanted to shake his head, he wanted to refute, but he couldn't make a sound.

It's not like that, death is death, and he doesn't want to be "brought back" like this, this is not rebirth, this is imprisonment.

Don't let Lou Qing be imprisoned like this, he is most afraid of being restrained, you should know it!

The further you go, the more broken the dream becomes.

In the broken dream, Lou Ping's attitude towards him gradually became indifferent, and Lou Ping no longer carried him with him; Lou Ping found that his consciousness was broken, so he stuffed him into the body of a silly little old man; Lou Ping doesn't see him often anymore...

Until, only fragments of his consciousness remained, he began to kneel and salute Lou Ping.

But Lou Ping just glanced at him indifferently and didn't move away.

The dream came to an abrupt end.

It's like a black absurd drama, from a warm world to a grotesque one; the human heart becomes the biggest monster, devouring the once beautiful origin and giving birth to ugly and pitiful monsters.

Snapped.

Tears kept rolling down from the sockets of his eyes, as if they had a weight of [-], hitting Lou Qing's fragile nerves.

Whose fault is it?

Everyone is right and everyone is wrong.

The author has something to say: Xinkeng (the title of the article has been temporarily changed to "The Benefactor Is Self-Strategy Every Day" (originally called "Repaying Grace")), it is a farming article with a background of a catastrophe, it is an old meme, just want to relax Write a little about the relaxed daily life of sand sculptures.It is already in preparation, and if you are interested, you can collect one.

——Copy——

After Ji Yannian was reborn, he wanted to repay his kindness.

So he gave his benefactor cakes, mobile phones, game consoles, and motorcycles...

Then one day, benefactors began to return gifts: potted plants, necklaces, watches, cases... huh?

Benefactor: Well, now we are in love with each other!

Ji Xianian: ...?wait!

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Let me think about the name and copywriting, and I feel that the current ones are not very attractive.

The copywriter five made a sad voice.

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Good night! OVO