Gongliang flower shop

"Mr. Gongliang, I'm ready."

The girl stood upright, raising her chin as if offering a sacrifice, and Shanxing on one side could no longer restrain her instinct to eat her. The tumbling black air was so tempting that Shanxing's eyes were so enticing. Turned completely black.

"Once you are eaten by good deeds, you will be wiped out. Are you willing to do the same?"

The girl turned her head and looked at passing by who was lying on the bed with frowning frowns. He seemed to be deeply trapped in a nightmare. His body sometimes twitched in a small arc, and sometimes tensed into a bow. Cold sweat was sticking to his forehead hair, and strands of black air flowed from him. His body got into the body of the red hijab.

The previously mixed black and white hair also returned to lustrous black, and the dry body was instantly full of vitality.

A huge black air surged from the girl's body, just like the hundreds of lives lost in a raging fire.

Gong Liang suppressed the restless Shan Xing, and touched the back of his neck with some strength.

Shanxing's finger bones were clenched stiffly, and a whimper sounded from his throat, which was fierce but not lethal.

"I am willing." The girl bent down and made a solemn salute.

Gong Liang didn't say much anymore, he opened his fingertips, and a drop of blood flew into the back of Shan Xing's neck. Shan Xing was shocked, and his tall body gradually stood upright. He twisted his neck, and spread his five fingers again. Evil.

The girl resisted the timidity brought about by that deterrent force.

Shan Xing raised the corners of his mouth and let out a chuckle, his steps were leisurely but extremely oppressive.

"Don't forget what I told you, control yourself."

Shanxing glanced at Gongliang with sideways eyes, licked his fingers indifferently, and facing the little girl who tried his best to control but still couldn't help shivering, he raised the corner of his mouth and opened his bloody mouth.

The girl stood up stiffly, waiting for the pain of the soul being torn apart, but there was no movement for a long time. She raised her head tentatively, but saw that all the black energy in her body was swallowed up.

But Shan Xing licked his sharp canine teeth and was not satisfied yet, but he took a step back in a well-controlled way with his downcast eyes.

Gong Liang who was behind stepped forward, not sure if it was an illusion, his already pale face looked much weaker, with tiredness in his brows and eyes, fleeting pain flashed through his slightly closed eyes.

The voice was still clear and clean, but it was much lower and hoarse: "To this day, your fate with Tang Wanshan has been completely broken, and you have no regrets."

The girl squeezed her trembling fingertips and said firmly, "No regrets."

"Okay, then you can settle your affairs."

The girl turned around and looked at the gradually calming person lying on the bed.

……

In a trance, passing by and returning to the alley where it was raining heavily, the dead village behind him has disappeared, leaving only a dark alley entrance.

He stroked his heart slowly, and the heartbeat was strong and powerful, all of which proved that he was still alive.

The heart-piercing feeling of coughing was gone, and the hollowed-out feeling of emptiness had also turned into a strong and warm body, only a trace of Tang Wanshan's extreme anger and despair remained in his heart.

It was anger at life, anger at himself, he hated his own body, hated the world, and hated everyone in the world.

Passing through let out a breath, the oppressive feeling was as heavy as a mountain that cannot be climbed, hopeless and helpless, he never thought that he was Tang Wanshan, but now he had a vague sense of unreality.

I have to say, this feeling is very uncomfortable.

"Brother Atang."

He was taken aback suddenly, and looked up at the red hijab in front of him.

The other party was standing in the rain, with his hands clasped in front of him obediently, and the crisp "Brother Atang" made Passing by subconsciously tremble.

"Brother Atang, I didn't drug you, I didn't harm you, and I didn't force you..." A choked voice sounded with difficulty.

Guo Guo opened his mouth and said in a difficult voice, "I know."

The girl lowered her head, her two intertwined hands tightened tightly.

Passing by what else he wanted to say, he wanted to say sorry, but he felt that he was still unable to represent Tang Wanshan, and whether that sorry sentence would become an irresponsible injury to this day, he was not sure, and he did not dare to act rashly speak out.

If... If Tang Wanshan knew what the girl went through after his death, would he die desperately.

Passing by cannot give a result.

How can a person who can't even save himself save others.

"Brother Atang." The girl called softly.

Passing by, he raised his head, and the alley where the rain was pouring turned into a dark wedding hall. Holding the wedding silk in one hand, he followed behind into the new house.

The girl sat obediently on the edge of the bed, with her legs together and her back slightly stiff. Even if she couldn't see her drooping chin, she could tell how shy she was at the moment.

"Aunt Mei said that the hijab needs to be removed by my husband, otherwise it will be unlucky."

Hearing the girl's expectant and shy voice, Guo Guo didn't know how to feel, but felt that his heart was very dry, and every step forward was heavy and difficult.

He touched his lips and said two words: "Girl."

"Yeah." The girl's head drooped even lower.

Guo Guo stood in front of her, watching her hands resting on her legs firmly pinch the hem of her clothes, the tassels on the hijab swayed slightly, and the pair of embroidered shoes that were exposed outside also shrank back.

He thinks he understands what Gong Liang said about the debt he owed.

He slowly raised his hand, pinched the red hijab that was not of high-quality but exquisite workmanship, and slowly lifted it solemnly and meticulously, revealing the buttons on the wedding dress, and then a small section of fair neck.

For some reason, he felt unspeakably nervous, and his throat was also very dry, because he remembered that the girl was blind in one eye.

The slightly pointed chin was exposed, the girl was very thin, and she was beaten severely before getting married, and the already thin person was tortured out of shape due to the pain, even before getting married, she was a little dry.

Then there was a pair of bright red lips, on which bright lip balm could be seen. At this time, the red lips were pursed uneasily, and then smiled reservedly.

Further up is a small nose tip, as delicate as if it was pinched out by someone. At the same time, the exposed cheeks also have a touch of carmine, which is particularly eye-catching on the pale face.

Passing by paused, his eyes were red at some point, and his nose was sore, relying on the other party not being able to see, he pulled out an ugly smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "Girl, you look so good today."

The bright red lips bent shyly, revealing a few shy white teeth while speaking: "Thank you, Brother Atang."

Lu Guo took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again, and violently lifted the hijab away.

In the darkness, he saw a bright smile on those red lips: "Thank you, Brother Atang."

The red candle went out with a "boom", and everything disappeared like a bubble. In a trance, the satisfied and relieved smiling face appeared in my mind.

"Ha!" Lu Guo suddenly sat up from the bed, his head was covered with fine cold sweat, he touched his face, then touched his eyes, which was still wet and hot.

"woke up?"

Passing by and turning his head, Gong Liang sat on a chair with his legs crossed, looking at him calmly.

"Just now..." He opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse.

Gong Liang pushed the water glass on the bedside table with his fingers, but he didn't answer it, and was a little dazed.

He wanted to ask whether all that was real or a dream, whether he was passing by or Tang Wanshan, whether he had repaid the girl he owed to her, or whether the debt he owed was just that.

The words came to his lips but he still didn't say it, because Gong Liang's detached eyes had already told him.

Whether it is a dream or reality, as long as he is willing to believe, it is true.

Thinking of that thank you, he lowered his eyes in shame.

"What about her?"

Gong Liang didn't speak, but looked outside the door.

I passed by and looked over, but I could only see a patch of sunshine and a rabbit balloon swaying slightly in mid-air.

"I didn't see..." The passing eyes suddenly widened.

He can't see, he can't see the girl.

"How could this happen!" He threw off the quilt and got out of bed in a hurry, everything in front of him was real, but passing by felt so unreal.

The balloon that was fixed in mid-air suddenly rose to the sky as if it had been released from its hand. Passing by stumbled and ran over, the slender thread slipped through his palm, and he tightened it suddenly, but nothing was retained.

The palms were icy cold, and there was nothing but regret in the empty heart.

He raised his head and watched the twinkling rabbit balloons drifting farther and farther away. He watched for a long time until his eyes were sore and a tear fell from the end of his eyes. He suddenly turned around and said to Gong Liang, "She seems to be laughing. "

Because the sky is so clear, the wind is so gentle, the withered wild chrysanthemums seem to still exude the fragrance of flowers, and everything around is so clean and pure.

Gongliang smiled and said, "Passing by, congratulations, you are now an ordinary person."

And the bond between them faded away.

……

When Gong Liang first stepped on the ground, he saw a little girl in a wedding dress sitting on a rock, her long hair was disheveled, her face was downcast, and she was holding a red hijab tightly. ruins.

"I don't know where this is."

The man with his head down looked up at him, and Gongliang suddenly realized that one eye was blind.

"This is Yuehe Village." The little girl's voice was crisp and sweet, but there was a bit of lifeless air for no reason.

"Where is Yuehe Village?"

This sentence made the other party look at him twice, and said with a stern face: "Yuehe Village is Yuehe Village, who are you and where are you from."

Gongliang thought about it seriously, and said peacefully: "I am Gongliangshan..." No, he had already given his name.

"I'm Gongliang, and I come from a far away place."

The little girl sat on the rock and stared at him: "What are you doing here?"

"Atonement."

The little girl tilted her head in doubt.

"Who are you, where are you from, and what are you doing here?"

"I... I am a girl, I don't know where I came from, everyone in the village is dead, I have nowhere to go."

Gong Liang looked at the barren land and asked softly, "Did you burn it?"

The little girl looked at him suspiciously, but nodded anyway.

Gong Liang smiled and said, "The burning must be clean."

The girl suddenly turned her head, and saw that the ruins that still had broken walls were instantly swept away by the fire, and turned into ashes in a short while, and dispersed as soon as the wind blew, as if there had never been a village here.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the mysterious man in front of her in surprise.

"You should go where you should go."

The girl pursed her lower lip, and shook her head with evasive eyes.

"Why?" The clear voice has a gentleness that can comfort people's hearts.

The hand holding the red hijab was tightly tightened, she lowered her head and said with difficulty: "I don't want to part with it."

"I want to see someone, can you help me?"

Gongliang stood tall, his long gown was blown by the wind, his eyes looking at the girl were always calm and indifferent.

"I can." Before the girl's eyes showed joy, he smiled and said: "You have to trade it with the fate of the next life."

The girl was a little at a loss: "What do you mean?"

"One hundred years of solitude in exchange for his companionship for three days, and since then the relationship has ended, and since then the two have no relationship and have nothing to do with each other."

The girl froze in place, her only remaining eye was a little blank.

This is an unsolvable choice.

After a long time, she lowered her head and pressed her lips hard: "I am willing."

It is better for one to remember than both to forget.

She still has something to say to him, if she has regrets, if she has persistence, she will come back to life again, if she forgets, she will not be her anymore.

"Okay." Gong Liang agreed.

With the wind, he covered the other party with this red hijab with his own hands.

"A hundred years later, you will see him again. His name is Lu Guo, and he is a cheerful and kind person."

This is the first fate for Gongliang to re-enter the world for atonement.

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The author has something to say:

There is a trace of disappointment. I passed by this character at first just to match the girl. I even chose the name randomly when I was writing, but I started to have a preference as I wrote it. I am afraid that you will think that he has a heavy role and don’t like him, even if he exists. Strong sense, I also asked him to draw a clear line with Gongliang, not daring to overstep, because in the case of clear double arrows, it is most taboo to have a third party who is easily misunderstood

Originally, there should be a story about A Juan later (maybe you have forgotten who A Juan is), but I don’t have much energy to write it, so I may mainly explain Qing Gongliang and good deeds later, and then there is a side story that I personally want to write

Ah~ Tomorrow is the weekend, I wish you a happy weekend