Gongliang flower shop

A tingling pain made one couldn't help trembling all over, like being roasted in a fire, or like...

Gong Liang opened his eyes, grabbed Shan Xing's wrist, and at this moment Shan Xing was straddling him, his fingers had already penetrated into his wound and touched his heart.

Neither of them spoke, their gray eyes and pitch-black pupils stared at each other like two distinct lines.

The only thing that moved was Gongliang's tightening strength and Shanxing's continuous stretching movements.

With a "boom", all the windows on the balcony were shattered, including the table and cabinets also received a strong impact, making "bang bang" noises non-stop.

Gongliang moved, he pressed Shanxing with his backhand, twisted his waist and changed places with Shanxing.

Shan Xing was pressed on the bed, and he stared at Gong Liang intently, his handsome and sinister face was expressionless, only his eyes showed an indomitable persistence.

Gongliang frowned: "Shanxing, this is not something you can play with."

Shanxing didn't speak, but still wanted to reach out to his heart.

"Impossible." Gong Liang grasped his wrist tightly, and the strength increased, and the cracking sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Shanxing didn't seem to feel the pain, he was persistent in grabbing Gongliang's heart, and rushed out with all the evil spirit in his body, but Gongliang was born to restrain him, all he needed was a look, and all the outward aura would be returned to him.

A faint bloodshot overflowed from the corner of Shanxing's mouth, and he couldn't move his grasped wrist, but Gong Liang could feel his trembling when exerting force.

Gongliang felt helpless: "Shanxing, what are you doing?"

These days, Gongliang is getting weaker and weaker, replaced by the awakening and strength of Shanxing.

He is gradually becoming uncontrollable. This has nothing to do with his will, but his instinct. When Gongliang falls into a deep sleep due to weakness and cannot control him, the awakened Shanxing will instinctively want to destroy everything around him, because his Existence is like that.

Gongliang has been raising tigers as a problem, but he doesn't take it seriously.

"I want..." Shanxing opened his mouth and let out a muffled grunt. The bloody mouth but stubborn eyes made people feel a little distressed for no reason.

"No." Gongliang reasoned with him seriously: "You can't play with this, I'll give you something else, okay?"

Gongliang didn't know how indulgent and gentle he was coaxing a beast that was about to break out of its cage.

"No." Shanxing refused straight away. At the same time, the bright moon outside was instantly covered by dark clouds, and the whole building began to vibrate violently.

Gong Liang's long hair was blown behind his ears, and with a bang, dozens of windows shattered.

But Shanxing is still persistent in wanting Gongliang's heart.

"Really want that?" Gong Liang asked with a frown.

Shan Xing didn't speak, he answered him with actions, the hand that had reached into his heart firmly grasped his beating heart.

Gongliang pursed his lips, his eyes lightened, the evil aura of Shanxing's fangs and claws was like a kitten's claws in his eyes, and he could easily control it.

But seeing that Shan Xing only wanted to attack his heart regardless of his heart, he inexplicably let go of his grip.

After following him for so long, it must be exhausted.

Gongliang let go of his hand completely, and brushed Shanxing's lips with his fingertips. Shanxing's pupils locked, and he bit his finger fiercely, sucking hard like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

At the same time, Shanxing pinched his heart.

Gongliang looked at him like a vicious little beast, and sighed slightly in his heart, but it was just a heart, so he could give it to him if he wanted it.

The dark red heart didn't beat strongly in Shan Xing's hands.

But there was an eager light in Shanxing's eyes, he raised his head and stared at him eagerly.

Gongliang smiled, hooked Shanxing's sharp teeth with his wet fingers.

"Here you are." He said softly.

The next moment, he watched Shanxing eat his heart helplessly.

Gongliang's consciousness was withdrawn in an instant, and with a "boom", the whole building collapsed in an instant.

It's still demolished, hey, Gongliang couldn't help thinking.

……

When the world was still barren, the first god was born, along with a demon.

And in the endless barrenness, there is a phoenix that has lived forever in the world. According to legend, he is the divine power that was accidentally released by the god when he was born, but he was accidentally stained with the blood of the devil.

He does not belong to the heaven and the earth, he is outside the world, and has an endless life that is enviable by all living beings.

When he first opened his mind and entered the world for the first time, after years of changes, there were already fragile human beings in the world.

A tree fell, waking up the young man buried in the fallen leaves. He had long dark red hair, like blood stained with ink, his skin was as white as snow, his thin lips were slightly pink, and his thick eyelashes were slightly soft. Trembling, revealing those gray and white eyes.

He got up from the fallen leaves, and the startled old woodcutter beside him opened his mouth in shock, and was so frightened that he lost his voice.

You... are... The young man opened his mouth, but only made an indistinct raving sound, he couldn't speak.

"You... are you a mountain god?"

……

On this day, everyone in the village knew that the old woodcutter saw the mountain god in the mountains and brought him home.

The young man was more popular than the god statue in the Qingsong Temple. He sat upright, and the crowded villagers outside looked at him restrainedly and excitedly, his simple and rough face turned red with tension.

"He looks so good-looking. I've never seen such a good-looking person."

"The best mason in town can't make such a pretty face."

"Go, go, this is a god, how can you compare with a clay figurine, bah, bah, how can a clay figurine compare with a god."

The young man couldn't speak, but he could understand what they were talking about, so he couldn't help but frowned and smiled slightly.

There was a sound of gasping outside, and the people who were stuck outside the door all looked straight at it, no matter men, women, young or old, all blushed eagerly.

The little fairy looks so pretty when she smiles.

"Okay, okay, go out, what if you scare people." The old woodcutter waved his hatchet knife to drive people away.

The villagers were not afraid of him, instead they said, "The little fairy doesn't belong to your family. My house is bigger than yours, so I should let the little fairy live in my place."

Hearing what he said, the villagers were all excited.

"My house has three rooms, live in my house!"

"Bah, a hut is not a house!"

"My family raises five chickens, who has more chickens than me!"

"I have two geese at home."

"Stay at my house!"

"Stay at my house!"

"No one can live here, just live in my house!" The old woodcutter slammed the door tightly, angrily knocked hard on the door bolt with a hatchet, and locked it.

After doing all this, he looked at the young man in the room with some restraint, his eyes were clear and far-reaching, and he was so wise that he couldn't hold any plants or trees.

The old woodcutter is a widowed old man with no wife, concubine or children. He thinks that he has been punished as a woodcutter all his life, but he didn't expect to find a fairy-like figure. He rubbed his hands and dared not approach, his old face was full of hesitation.

The young man didn't speak or move, he looked at him quietly for a long time, and then smiled softly, the eyes were still the same, but at this time they were gentle as if they could contain everything in the world.

The old woodcutter suddenly felt relieved, approached and said, "There is no one else in my house, so you can live in peace, as long as you want."

……

Since then, there has been a person who looks like a fairy in the village, and they are still scrambling to see him, sending chickens today, ducks the next, and vegetables and fruits the day after tomorrow.

But the young man didn't want anything, he only took the flowers that a little girl gave him, which were wild flowers that can be seen everywhere on the road.

The villagers all said that the little gods did not dare to ask for expensive things because they sympathized with their sufferings, so the food and cloth were replaced with various colorful flowers.

Every morning when he wakes up, fresh flowers with dew on his window sill.

Over time, the villagers gradually let go of their restraint. They taught the young man how to speak, how to eat, and how to know the grain in the field.

He also often goes up the mountain with the old woodcutter. The old woodcutter has saved a coffin book after cutting down trees all his life.

The old woodcutter no longer carries two large bundles of firewood like he did when he was young. From the size of two people hugging each other to one person hugging each other, and even a girl can carry it, it is still a little bit reluctant for the old woodcutter.

He carried the firewood tremblingly down the mountain. When the young man saw it, he stretched out his hand to hold on to the whole bundle of firewood. He took the firewood knife that had been with the old woodcutter all his life, and followed the old woodcutter down the mountain step by step.

The days in the village are calm and peaceful. Everyone is busy and fulfilled.

Today, the young man went to count the flowers on the windowsill as usual, but found that there was one missing. It belonged to the blind grandpa at the end of the village. His grandson loved to give him pumpkin flowers the most.

The village was shrouded in silence, and a touch of sadness was scattered in the air. He walked all the way, and the dilapidated log cabin was covered with white cloth and silk.

The sad breath became more intense.

"What's wrong?" He asked blankly, everyone was crying,

The little boy who always said he was a man was hoarse from crying, while the blind grandpa was lying on the bed, stiff and motionless.

"Hey, he's gone." The old woodcutter sighed, with grief in his eyes.

At their age, it's already getting worse day by day.

The blind grandfather also had a grandson who died. The old woodcutter lived his whole life alone. Maybe when he was buried, he would only have the knife with him.

"Did you die?" The young man murmured, with doubts in his eyes, and a little ignorant indifference.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" The little boy cried heart-rendingly: "You still have something to say to me, the jujube tree in the backyard hasn't grown yet, Rhubarb just gave birth to three cubs, and you haven't given them yet. Didn't you say that you want to watch me grow up and marry a wife when you choose a name!"

The villagers were secretly wiping away their tears, and the girls were choking with tears.

The young people don't understand why they are so sad, it's just that they are dead.

Hearing his words, the old woodcutter quietly pulled him away, sighed and said: "The little fairy doesn't understand our suffering. In just a few decades, there are always some regrets that are too late to be completed. When people die, they lose everything. leaving only the living to suffer."

"Do people have to die?"

"Must die, as long as people are bound to die."

"Don't you want to die?"

The old woodcutter gave a wry smile: "If you can live well, who wants to die, but you have to die."

The young man turned around and looked at the stiff blind grandpa. He couldn't move or speak, and he wouldn't fumble for a piece of malt candy every time he saw him.

It turns out that people are mortal.

……

The death of the blind grandpa cast a haze over the village, but it did not affect the life of the villagers, who were already used to life and death.

Only the young man seemed to be deeply involved, hiding in the room gloomy and unwilling to see anyone.

This incident did not leave a ripple in the youth's heart.

But accidents always come suddenly.

The old woodcutter rolled down the hill.

It was the second day of autumn, and the old woodcutter wanted to add clothes to the young man. The ordinary coarse linen clothes must not be worn by the young man, and such a noble person should naturally wear the best material.

So the old woodcutter went up the mountain alone, trying to collect more firewood, but he slipped and rolled down the mountain.

"The old man is old and can't stand the toss, such a fall..."

The doctor didn't finish his sentence, but everyone knew what it meant.

The death of the blind grandfather has not yet passed, and the matter of the old woodcutter is undoubtedly another heavy blow in the hearts of everyone.

The young man calmly looked at the skinny old woodcutter. He usually didn't feel anything, only that he was very old, but now lying on the bed with a pale face, he felt a sense of disappearance.

He thought of the blind grandpa who was lying on the bed that day, and wondered if the old woodcutter would become like that.

"Take good care of it. You can eat what you need these days, hey." The doctor left with a sigh.

Someone in the crowd cried softly, with unspeakable sadness.

Without the old woodcutter's care, the young man couldn't even cook, and the chopped firewood was piled up all over the ground in a mess. The only duck didn't feed and didn't even lay eggs.

When it rained at night, the young man didn't know how to build a shed for the firewood. When he went to see it the next day, the firewood had been soaked by the rain.

He knew how important the firewood was to the old woodcutter, so he had to move it into the house in bundles, but he felt a little dazed looking at the place where the firewood piled up and his dirty clothes. At a loss.

Aunt Niu, who came to deliver the food, was startled when she saw the mess everywhere. Seeing the young man standing still, she hurried over to see if anything happened to him. When she saw that the clothes were dirty, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he looked at the dripping firewood all over the room and let out a sigh.

"It's only raining for a while. You put all the firewood in and it won't dry. When the morning fog clears, the sun will come out."

Aunt Niu moved the firewood out while talking, and the young man saw it and followed suit.

The firewood all over the floor was piled up bit by bit, and Aunt Niu smiled gently as she watched the young man draw gourds in the same way.

"If you say he's gone, you're the one who worries the most."

"Why." The young man was a little puzzled. He would neither grow old nor die, nor would he be as sad as they were. He didn't need to worry at all.

"When he was young, he also had a daughter-in-law, who even gave the dowry, but she was drowned in the water the day before she got married. This happened suddenly. No one thought that the wedding wine was not eaten, and the funeral was arranged first. .”

Aunt Niu sighed. The old woodcutter had suffered all his life. His first daughter-in-law was gone, and it took more than ten years to marry the second one. This time, he got married safely and conceived a child. The woodcutter was so happy that he worked desperately, hoping to sell more firewood to feed the family.

But who knows, the person disappeared during childbirth, one dead body and two lives. The woman tried her best to let her child see the world, but she didn't want the child to die without even opening his eyes.

The old woodcutter guarded his wife's bed for a day and a night with his cold son in his arms, and buried them all by himself the next day.

From that day on, the old woodcutter aged a lot, and his hair turned half white overnight.

Everyone said that the old woodcutter had been punished for chopping firewood for half his life, and God would punish him to cut off his children and grandchildren. The old woodcutter didn't say anything, but he believed it in his heart, because since then, he has never had any contact with anyone. up.

"If his son was still alive, he would be as old as you."

Aunt Niu sighed regretfully. The old woodcutter has been busy all his life, and has not enjoyed a few days of blessings. After so many years of suffering alone, it is finally over.

"If he doesn't die."

"Little fairy, don't be sad, there will always be a day when you get old." Aunt Niu didn't take the young man's words seriously, and left after tidying up the house.

The young man walked into the old woodcutter's room. After a few days of tossing, the old man could only see the skinny bones protruding from the skin. If it wasn't for his shallow breathing, he might be no different from a dead old tree root.

The old woodcutter opened his eyelids with all his strength, and after looking for a long time with cloudy eyes, he finally found him.

The withered hand stretched out towards him, and the old woodcutter opened his mouth, his voice was weak and weak.

"Just... just... don't worry about you... If... I die, you... you are alone... what should I do..."

The young man watched the hand hang down limply, pursed his lips, and moved the fingers hanging to his side lightly.

He should be a little lonely alone, but he will live well.

But if someone is willing to accompany him...

He looked at the woodcutter at the corner of the bed. It had a straight and sharp blade with a curved hook at the tip. There was no one around the old woodcutter, but this knife was the only one that stayed with him for the rest of his life.

The knife was very cold, and it didn't hurt much when it cut the heart. The silvery blade was stained with blood, and soon disappeared.

……

The old woodcutter survived, not only did he survive, but he was as good as he was when he was in his prime. His face was full of red, and there was no sign of serious illness.

Everyone in the village said it was a miracle, only Aunt Niu looked at the young man in amazement.

"Little God, you really have the ability to bring the dead back to life."

The young man smiled and said nothing.

But everyone began to think that the young man was a living fairy.

Among the amazed and joyful laughter, only the young boy hiding in the crowd stared at him with a hint of stubbornness.

"Can you really bring people back to life?" He stopped in front of the young man, clenched his fists tightly.

The young man didn't speak, just tilted his head to look at him.

"Can you really bring people back to life?" The young boy stared at him stubbornly.

"I can, but your grandpa can't." He took a pinch of salt in the boy's heart, even though he thought he was just telling the truth.

The little boy looked at him with eyes that were about to split, and ran out without looking back.

But no one knew that a moment of anger could deceive a young man's heart.

The well in the village was poisoned with rats. When the little boy ran to him again, he said with red eyes, "Aren't you a god, then tell me if they can live!"

The young man's eyes were calm and unwavering, and the well in the village was stained red with blood.

He asked them: "Do you want to live, you...are you willing to stay with me forever."

The villagers who drank the well water looked at him with high spirits: "Of course it's good to be able to accompany the little fairy."

"Who wants to die, it's good to be alive."

"Aren't we going to live forever like little gods?"

"Hey, that's a good relationship, we are also gods."

Amidst all the cheers and laughter, the young man smiled slightly.

Only the young man died in unwillingness and despair.

He twitched and spat blood, crying and screaming like a madman.

"What's so good about being alive, I don't want to live, it's better for everyone to die!"

At that time, the villagers only wondered how the boy who had grown up with him had become such a dark-hearted man.

With regret, they still buried the boy next to the blind grandfather. One old and one young are the last two graves in this village.

The villagers really confessed the young man as a god. They respected him, but loved him at the same time, treating him as both a god and a child.

And the young people also enjoyed the taste of being a human being in the company of the villagers.

It turns out that it is good to have many people by your side in life.

……

Time changes from day to day to year to year.

The old woodcutter was the first to notice the change, because he was like this for one year, and he was still like this for ten years. The housekeeper who collected his firewood in the town became his son, and the old woodcutter remained the same.

The villagers also gradually discovered this, and they became panicked from the initial complacency.

Because the world is changing, the people in the town are changing, even a dog on the road is changing, only they stopped that day.

"I... my second aunt is gone, but I dare not go."

"The tofu seller in town even asked me if I had taken the elixir of life."

"What should we do? Will they arrest us as monsters?"

It only takes ten years to go from fairy to monster.

At first it was only the old people in the village who were disturbed, and then the young people, because they were afraid to unite with the outsiders.

Ah Xiang fell in love with the calligraphy and painting seller in the town. She has not changed for ten years, but the other party is starting to grow old. Ah Xiang is beginning to feel scared, afraid that the other party will not want her after they find out. Well, when their child is old, she will still look like this.

She hurriedly begged the young man: "Little God, help me, help me, I don't want to live forever, I just want to be with Ah Tian."

The young man looked at her suspiciously, didn't they say that it's good to be alive.

"Do you want him to be like you?"

Ah Xiang looked at him in shock, with a cold smile in those light-colored eyes, Ah Xiang felt his scalp tingling, and ran out without looking back.

She wants to be with the one she loves, but she doesn't want him to have a long and hopeless life like her.

So Ah Xiang did a terrible thing. Like the young man back then, she poisoned all the family members. Instead of letting her endure their departure, she might as well die together.

She was crazy and excited, as if fulfilling their promise to live and die together.

But in the end, all the family members died. She just woke up after a nap, and in front of her eyes were the corpses of her husband and child who had died of poison.

Ash was completely insane.

She couldn't bear this kind of life for decades, she had already lived enough, she didn't want to go on like this, being imprisoned in this mountain like a monster, unable to go anywhere.

"Little God, please, let me die, let me die!"

Ah Xiang tried various methods, whether it was hanging herself, sinking into the pond, or even having a long scar on her neck, but every time she opened her eyes, it was still the same world.

She couldn't bear it anymore, the madness and depression in her eyes seemed to overflow.

The young man looked at those familiar faces suspiciously, and asked, "Do you think so too?"

"Little God, I don't want to live forever. I just want to live like a normal person until I die. Please, let us become normal people."

"Please, I don't want to be a monster."

"We just want to live a good life and don't want to be like you!"

The young man looked at the old woodcutter in the corner and asked softly, "Do you think so too?"

The old woodcutter nodded with red eyes: "Let me die."

The youth doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.

He watched those pleading faces gradually become distorted and hideous, the little fairy turned into a monster, and the long life became torture.

A stone hit the young man on the head, but there was no wound.

The surroundings were quiet, and they looked at him cautiously, the look in their eyes made people feel more sad than those pleading voices.

"I don't want to be a monster, please let me die."

"Plop", a person knelt down.

Then came the second one, the third one, the fourth one, and finally the old woodcutter knelt down in front of him tremblingly.

They all looked at him, but they no longer loved him when they sent him flowers.

"It turns out...sometimes it's better to be alive than to be dead."

The young man murmured, seeing their frightened and disturbed faces, he suddenly felt extremely bored.

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Good deeds can never really hurt the good