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Chapter 263】

Chi Heng immediately arranged things for Ma Xingzhi and Hu Shuo after the new year.Ma Xingzhi continued to fight in Lizhou. Hu Shuo didn't have to go back to Dada Prefecture.In March of next year, when the ice melted, he led the army to rush down from the northern part of Anzhou, and was about to bite Yan Jian's Anzhou soldiers. The source of soldiers, food and grass was continuously transported to Anzhou, and the soldiers had no worries.

In the past few days Chi Heng has seen countless people, from early morning to midnight every day, people come and go without rest.In the afternoon, a person came striding into the study room. He was a young hero, full of heroism, and his voice was loud and loud: "Brother Chi, General Chi!"

Chi Heng smiled and said, "Xin Que!"

Xin Que is really a good general who is not afraid of heaven and earth. He is brave and unmatched. With a broad knife in his hand, he killed the enemy generals with fear. In terms of martial arts alone, Chi Heng is not sure. Can beat him.Chi Heng once lamented that he was born so brave, but his mind is too simple.

Therefore, Chi Heng asked Jing Shuo to mention Xin Que.

The two matched perfectly, especially when attacking Fenzhou, they had a tacit understanding.In name they are under the command of Liang Qianlie, but in fact Xin Que and Jing Shuo have fought independently and made great achievements in battle.Xin Que sat next to Chi Heng: "Brother, you said you have good news to tell me?"

Chi Heng looked around with a smile: "I found your sister."

"What? Where is she?"

Xin Que's eyes were wide open, he was ecstatic, and he almost wished that his armpits would sprout wings immediately.When he was happy enough to finally be able to wake up and listen to others, Chi Heng said leisurely: "In a few days, maybe ten days, maybe half a month, I'll be back."

"Why is it so far away?"

"not close."

Chi Heng repeatedly assured that Xin Lian would come back on time, so Xin Que sat down and breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you come back, I believe in you!"

Chi Heng patted his head: "When did Big Brother lie to you?"

The two of them were talking, when suddenly another urgent report came, and the postman who delivered the message had a dusty face and was very anxious.Thinking that Zheng Yijun was attacking again at the end of the year, Chi Heng cursed, and when he opened the letter, his expression changed immediately.Xin Que became nervous all of a sudden: "Brother...Brother, what's wrong?"

"Call Deputy Envoy Ji over here!"

When Ji Ce came over, Chi Heng pressed his chest, almost lying on the table, and Xin Que next to him was very anxious, shouting for big brother repeatedly, at a loss for what to do.

Chi Heng raised his head: "Xin Que, you go out first."

Ji Ce's face turned pale after reading the letter.

"How could this be?"

Just two days ago, all the spies buried in Zheng Yijun were annihilated, all, all, were killed, including Bai Mulian who was about to leave for Zhaojin City.Zheng Yi single-handedly directed and manipulated this strategy of cutting grass and roots. He had an insight into all the traces and characteristics of the spies, and then traced the source and uprooted them.This letter was written by the spy chief, with hasty handwriting and blood on the paper. In the blood, Chi Heng saw three familiar words: Yu Changying. ——The station soldier said that the leader of the spy who wrote this letter is also dead.

Chi Heng put his hands on the table and gritted his teeth, "Deputy Envoy Ji..."

Ji Ce supported him.

Chi Heng's eyes were bloodshot: "Deputy Envoy Ji, I killed them... I killed her!"

What is destroyed can be repeated.

But the dead, the living, are dead forever—the spies who walked on the tip of the knife all died tragically in a foreign land, and what is even more sad is that it was they who made them die. I serve myself.Chi Heng knew that if it wasn't for someone who was familiar with the whereabouts of the spies, how could Zheng Yi catch them all in one go? How much did Yu Changying do when he returned to Zheng Yijun?Yu Changying, even though he is thousands of miles away in Zhaojin Prison, still uses his invisible poisonous needle to kill every living person.

Chi Heng lay on the case for a long time, motionless, his heart throbbing with pain.

At that time, Xin Lian, who was leaning over, was pushed away in confusion.

Then, she was tossed into the world.

She was originally a good general's concubine, but she was found by spies and persuaded, and became a spy of the Qianyuan army, and kept sending secret reports.It was her letter that allowed Anzhou to stand firm in the frantic attack of Zheng Yijun.Heng once thought that today, he finally fulfilled his original wish.He even looked at and questioned every general, thinking that among so many people, there would always be one she could rely on, and there would always be one who could give her a peaceful and good life.

However, the more humble the wish, the more cruel and cold the disappointment.

In the end, when it was only one step away, it fell into pieces.The prosperity and wealth that Chi Heng promised, and the worry-free life all turned into bubbles. Bai Mulian-Xin Lian, who had already found a place to live, disappeared with this bloody scramble.

The night is coming gradually, a night without a trace of moonlight.Chi Heng got up slowly and looked at the red lanterns hanging on the tree. The red lanterns were very delicate, and there was a picture of a spring scene on it. The children in the picture were innocent and playing.In troubled times, human life is cheap. If you smile today, you will turn into a mass of flesh and blood under the horse's hooves tomorrow. Innocent people live a humble life with fear.

It's New Year's Eve, and even the sky prison in Zhaojin City has hung red lanterns.

Today is New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, get rid of all the bad past.

Zhaojin's sky prison is not damp and dark, but clean everywhere, except for the cold steel cage, it is no different from ordinary people.It was the first time I saw the general coming, and the head warden and the wardens followed in surprise and panic.

Yu Changying was in the innermost cell.

The prison was impenetrable, so there were no shackles on Yu Changying's hands and feet. He lay quietly on the bed, and did not move when he heard the sound.

The chief jailer raised the fine shackles.

Chi Heng waved his hand.

Without saying a word, the jailers retreated one after another, swiftly, like well-trained soldiers.

Chi Heng looked at the person in front of him.

One after another, living people flashed before his eyes, those who had never seen before, those who only had names, and those who didn’t even know their names and only had a code name. When I was the happiest, these nameless people used their bones to set up steps for them to walk up to the high stage.

The person in front of him is the culprit.

Yu Changying was still Yu Changying, dressed in plain clothes, only the center of her eyebrows was as red as sand.He raised his long eyebrows, a bit arrogant, a bit lazy, and his voice was like Bing Leng: "General, don't come here without any problems."

Chi Heng stood coldly.

He has a thousand ways to torture and kill Yu Changying: strangle him alive, beat him to death with random fists, kill him with whips and whips, and divide his body into five horses... A thousand, ten thousand, ten million ways, each of which is enough to kill Yu Changying It has to be completely turned into dust.

He thought he would break Yu Changying's bones in such a rage as before.

But he didn't move.

The person in front of me is like a wound. I thought it was just the skin, but when I peeled the skin away, I found a large piece of flesh; I removed the carrion, and found that the bones were all black; I shaved off the bones, and found... I can only scrape off the poison that has penetrated into the bone marrow. Otherwise, maybe one day the skeleton will rot, and it will be too late to wake up and regret it.

let him die.

Let all the mistakes made by pampering and petting stop, and when you die, you will no longer hate, lower your head, and willingly remove all the blackened bones bit by bit, so that this bone-scratching pain will be enough at once.

It was as if a black light in front of my eyes gradually shattered, like in a dream.

In silence, Chi Heng turned around and walked towards the prison door.

Yu Changying suddenly grabbed a book and threw it over, hitting Chi Heng hard.Then Huo Ran got out of bed, strode in front of Chi Heng: "Are you here today to show me the back of your head?"

Chi Heng stood indifferently.

Yu Changying's facial features were distorted, she clenched her fists tightly, then loosened them again, her resentment finally turned into a sad smile: "When will you give me a time to die!"

Chi Heng finally spoke: "Tomorrow, the first month, the first day of the new year."

Looking at Chi Heng's stern face, Yu Changying took a step back, his shoulders twitched, and he let out a stern laugh, the louder he laughed, "Okay, that's great, let me be a human again in the next life, and give birth to a good baby! "

There was no light in Chi Heng's eyes.

"It's been fifteen days, I don't care about it, you came here to tell me this! Why did you come! Wouldn't it be better to just kill me and end me! Why did you come!" Yu Changying's eyes glistened, There was a flash of unwillingness and hatred on the beautiful face, but at the end it was a sad smile.His long eyebrows were raised, and now, entangled with hatred, he was still arrogant and unruly.

Chi Heng watched indifferently.

Yu Changying suddenly erupted like a silent volcano, one sentence at a time, with a sharp voice, unusual: "Why don't you speak! I've been waiting for you, is that all you have to say?...Are you dumb? Why didn't you kill yourself? Me? If I don’t speak, you will never speak! Is it tomorrow, I will wait for a beheading order?!”

Chi Heng let him pinch his arm.

No matter what he didn't open his mouth, Yu Changying said sadly: "...Why did I choose Anzhou at that time? If I hadn't been so frivolous and made that bet with him, I would still be enjoying myself now! Why, I want to meet you!...He scolded me for being a woman, but I didn't listen. There were so many opportunities that I didn't make a move, and I only thought of a solution for both ends. You, I hate you! I want to kill you with my own hands, I want to kill you with my own hands!"

Shouldn't the one who has hatred be the one who has been hurt badly?

He had clearly poisoned others to the bone and killed so many soldiers of the Qianyuan Army, why did this person bite back with plausibility.Chi Heng watched Yu Changying's fingers draw bloodstains on the white wall, that hysterical face was like a volcano boiling with lava.

Chi Heng was expressionless.

Yu Changying was acting like a one-man show, while Chi Heng was a puppet.Yu Changying's hatred, Yu Changying's anger, Yu Changying's unwillingness, he was as expressionless as a puppet.Sharp accusations are like punch after punch in the cotton.

Yu Changying's eyes burst into a frantic light, and he rushed over to hug Chi Heng and shouted in pain, "Why don't you speak! Why don't you ask me? Why don't you ask me! I can say anything, but why don't you say anything?" Don't ask! Chi Heng, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I wish I could kill you with my own hands! Why can't I kill you with my own hands!"

Mingming shouted hate, but hugged so tightly.

The body was so hot that it boiled like poison, and the sound of "I hate you" sounded like Chi Heng's heartfelt voice. Chi Heng slowly hugged him, and his fingers ruthlessly pinched into Yu Changying's butterfly bone.Yu Changying snorted, with pain between her brows, but she didn't let go, just repeated over and over again: "I hate you! I hate you! I hate that I can't kill you!"

Crying loudly, tears streaming down my face.

From the beginning to the end, Yu Changying was the only one screaming and hating.

Tears soaked Chi Heng's shoulders, and Chi Heng listened dumbly, listening to the reprimands and crying bitterly, the remorse and hatred that could not be rubbed into his bones, until Yu Changying's voice became hoarse, and he could no longer speak.

Chi Heng finally said, "Why did you go to Shuzhou in the first place?"

Yu Changying suddenly raised her head.

"Why did you go to Shuzhou? Why did you order him to be killed? Why, didn't you show mercy at that time? Why? Why did you force me to kill you with my own hands today!" Chi Heng slowly pushed Yu Changying's waist away, no longer It's a puppet, his eyes are full of hatred, pain, and overwhelming coldness.

The stone fell into the deep pool, causing ripples.

Yu Changying's tear-filled face gradually lifted up in despair, and she said with a sad smile: "This is the reason why I must die! Why? Why do you say? I can predict? I can know that it was yours who killed me at that time." People? How could I know that I would meet you later?... You were the one who came slowly and didn't meet me when I was still a blank sheet of paper!"

Become a king, lose a bandit, how can you know that the high spirits that day will become a sharp knife that stabs your heart later.

In the past, there is no right or wrong, each is its own master, why, instead of blaming the past that cannot be erased, who can predict the future?Looking at the stern and unmoved person in front of him, Yu Changying suddenly pushed forward and smiled sadly: "Zheng Yi is right, you will not spare me! If I kill [-] people, maybe they will all be forgiven." , only this one, you definitely won't! Chi Heng, Chi Heng, Chi Heng, if you don't obsess so much, I won't be so afraid. How many times, I want to tell you, I am from Zheng Yi, I am Spy..." However, Zheng Yi said: Don't forget, the man you killed.

Just like this step by step into it, it is beyond redemption.

Red eyebrows, like blood.

Chi Heng slowly reached out his hand to wipe away a teardrop on his cheek: "You still ruined so many people in my Qianyuan army, the soldiers who died in the front line, and the spies in Zheng Yi's army are all dead, are you happy? ? You have done so many things, each of which is enough to make you die again and again, let me, how can I forgive you?"

His hands are so soft and his voice is so cold.

All the joys of the past have become needles in the heart, all the lingering loves of the past have become knives in the trap, the so-called pampering is so vulnerable, the so-called unswerving life is nothing more than the water on the stone that will never flow again back.Yu Changying stared blankly, grabbed his hand, and kissed on the lips, tears wet each other's hands: "Chi Heng, you are too cruel!"

If it was really cold, why did he wait until today?

Chi Heng looked at the person in front of him, and remembered when he first met, a long square table, he was at the farthest place, wearing wide clothes, a high bun, dressed in plain color, with a blood-red cinnabar mole piercing the eyes, like an expert, Like a hermit—I was wrong when I saw it at first, and I have been wrong until now. Yu Changying at that time, Yu Changying at this time, there is only one piece of red sand, and it has never changed.

On that day, Chi Heng ordered Yu Changying to be executed.Everyone who heard it was shocked, but no one dared to come forward to persuade him.Yu Changying, everyone in the Qianyuan army, especially the soldiers in Anzhou, hated everyone, and many brothers in the same robe died indirectly at his hands.

On Happy New Year's Eve, the General's Mansion was dead silent, not a word of joy or laughter.

On the first month, the first day of the new year, in the sky prison, the executioner bowed respectfully: "General Cen, I am sorry for the lack of respect in my humble position!" The general actually ordered Cen Pojing to supervise the execution. Although he is the highest ranking general, it is unusual after all--it can be seen how unusual the person who is going to die today is!

Cen Pojing waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, what should I do?"

The executioner followed the order and the rules, and placed a cup of poisoned wine, a long dagger, and a three-foot white silk.

Yu Changying was in a daze.

Poisoned wine, not poisonous wine, Chi Heng poured the wine brewed by Nanzi Xinghua and said with a smile: "Changying, your eyes are stronger than wine"; Whispering around her ears: "Changying, with you here, I can't see it, and it's nothing."

Clearly, at that time, he was so affectionate, so affectionate that no matter what he did, he would be forgiven until death.Turn your hands into clouds, turn your hands into rain, turn the clouds and rain to change the world, ruthless, just in the blink of an eye.

Yu Changying looked at Cen Pojing, still unable to believe it, and then desperately indignant: "General Cen, I don't ask his forgiveness, but he doesn't care, he doesn't even want to ask or listen to an explanation! Since he can So heartless, why did I soften my heart at the beginning?!"

Cen Pojing was expressionless: "What do you ask him to do? Are you innocent and wronged? The things you did are more than enough to die ten times, unless you didn't do these things!"

Yu Changying sat in a daze.

For a long time, he laughed and picked up the long dagger.The dagger cut the iron like mud, with a cold light, no matter where it pierced the heart, wrist or body, it was enough to complete an execution order.

Yu Changying slowly lifted up her long gown to expose her waist, and said to the executioner, "I have a tattoo here, cut it out for me."

Reminiscing in May, blazing hands wrapped around her flexible waist.

At that time, who was favored and arrogantly said: "I don't have anything on my waist, so I must not be as good as that green dragon."And who said fondly: "If you don't have a dragon, why not let me draw one for you."

Click your fingers, knead, and twist your fingers like fire.

Rose dew, who asked in confusion: What is the painting?dragon?Tiger?Goshawk?And who is breathing hot air in the ear: It's Chi, I stabbed you with the word Chi, follow me for the rest of my life, follow me for the rest of my life, okay? ——If you were not in a daze, how could you believe that sentence, and ran to the embroidery workshop to embroider a unicorn play moon with pain.

The executioner trembled while holding the dagger: "This tattoo covers half of the waist, isn't it the same as being cut alive?"

"Just cut this character out!" The curly Chi characters skillfully form the corners of the full moon and the unicorn.The word late has been stabbed, where is the promised life?Since I have lived up to it all my life, what is the use of keeping this tattoo!

The waistline is the softest.

The executioner's hands trembled, but he finally put it down: "Why bother? Why don't you choose this poisonous wine, bite your teeth and kick your feet, and it's over."

Yu Changying smiled, her eyes were determined, her eyebrows were a little gray, she picked up the dagger, and slashed into her waist bit by bit.Pain, pain in the heart, but with boundless hatred and regret, the pain on the waist becomes so slight, far less than the pain in the heart.The dagger cuts gold and cuts jade, with one stroke, along the traces of the past, blood flows, flows down the waist, flows down, drips on the bed, and is stained red.

Silent.

Yu Changying raised her lips. It turned out that this was the feeling, not as painful as imagined, and even less painful than when he resolutely left yesterday.The dagger was too sharp, the pain was too short, and the peeled skin was soaked with all the blood. Yu Changying held it in his palm, put it on the plate, and looked up at the executioner: "Please return it to him, with your own hands, and hand it over to him!" Drenched in blood, Flesh, blur.

The executioner let out a sigh and showed his unbearable face: "Okay! You can, go!"

Then hide your face and turn around.

On the first day of the new year, Chi Heng sat in the yard, not allowed to be disturbed by anyone, and closed the happy New Year's greetings outside, listening to the crisp laughter and joyful sounds of the children in the next door, the place was deserted.In the evening, it rained and snowed in the gloomy sky, and it was raining and snowing, and it was bone-chillingly cold.

Cen Pojing came in with a long coat splashed with mud and water, and pushed a wooden box over: "He left it."

Chi Heng looked at it for a while: "Did he cut it himself?"

"Yes! No one else dares to do that!"

Chi Heng closed it, and said slowly: "It's useless for me to keep this thing, let's burn it... burn it together with his body. Don't lose a piece in the next life, it's not good-looking."

Cen Pojing's eyes were complicated.

The two of them watched the rain and snow outside the door turn into icicles, which were so cold that their hands and feet froze in a short while. Just like icicles, there was no spark in the stove.After a while, Cen Pojing stood up, lit a fire, burned wood, and didn't think about what was there and what was gone when he was busy.After tossing and tossing for half an hour, a little spark finally ignited.

Chi Heng looked at Cen Pojing: "Is he dead?"

Cen Pojing turned back: "Yes, after cutting off the tattoo, he drank medicine, poisoned wine, and didn't suffer much."

"……very good!"

Cen Pojing sighed: "Yes, in fact... In fact, he died a hundred times without any guilt. You may not know that many generals jointly asked you to kill him, but was suppressed by Deputy Envoy Ji. Too many people died in Zhou...Of course, I was afraid that you would favor him again and leave harm to him. Chi Heng, do you regret it?"

"He must die."

"It doesn't matter whether he deserves to die or not. If you don't order him, you can still save his life. Chi Heng, do you regret killing him yourself?"

Chi Heng shook his head.

Chi Heng couldn't regret it, so he paid homage to the other dead to appease the anger of others. This person must die.Moreover, every time the heart softens a little, more resentment immediately wipes away the softness.His love for this person was overwhelmed and diluted by more and more hatred, and in the end, nothing remained.

No, not at all.

When the man was crying with a headache in his shoulder, Chi Heng thought, it would be great if there was not so much of the past, and it would be great if we could start over, but unfortunately, it is impossible.

At this moment, the executioner came in, with a solemn and painful face, and asked cautiously: "General, General Cen, is it burial or cremation?"

Chi Heng froze for a moment.

Cen Pojing handed the box out: "Cremation, burn it together with this."

The executioner took it over, looked at the two generals again, sighed softly and stepped back lightly.Cen Pojing carried the firewood until the flames shot up, and murmured, "It would be nice to have a barbecue... Chi Heng, tell me..."

Looking back, Chi Heng lay on the back of the chair, motionless.

Early the next morning, Cen Pojing came in with a ceramic jar, looked at Chi Heng, who was ashen-faced, and said, "This is his ashes, where do you want to bury them? I don't know what you want to pay attention to?"

Chi Heng took a step back, his face pale.

Chi Heng has been busy for several days without sleeping or eating, without stopping for a moment, often falling asleep at dawn, and getting up again within an hour after falling asleep, continuing to be so busy that no one can persuade him, he is like Na Tuo Luo also does not need to be whipped but keeps turning.

His complexion is not good.

He couldn't eat, and whenever he ate, he vomited violently, throwing up whatever he ate.

Just the pharmacy given by the doctor.

For the first seven days, he was so sleepy that he couldn't wake up. In his dream, he saw Yu Changying sitting under the roses in a beautiful long dress, raising his long eyebrows and his eyes were fixed.The two looked at each other for a long time, Yu Changying smiled and said: "General, are you safe? General, have you let go of killing Changying?"

Chi Heng paid attention: "Are you here to search for your soul?"

Yu Changying chuckled a few times, and the roses fell to the ground, following his sighing voice: "I, I can't do it, I still can't bear it, I can't bear it..." The faint reluctance melted into the breath.

Chi Heng woke up suddenly.

After waking up, what I saw were the worried faces of Cen Pojing and Rong Yue: "Chi Heng, what's wrong with you, why did you faint?"

Chi Heng looked at Cen Pojing: "Where is Changying's tomb?"

Cen Pojing was startled: "At..."

Cen Pojing thought that Chi Heng would suffer for a long time, or at least suppress his rage for a long time, just like he did before.But this time, Chi Heng's pain was not long, and Chi Heng quickly threw himself into the busy attack, burying all the past, as if it had never happened.

Cen Pojing thought: deep love, light love, not a steelyard.

A few years later, Cen Pojing and Chi Heng had a intimate talk.

At that time, the world had returned to the surname Chi, and at night, Cen Pojing turned his head, and accidentally saw in front of the Pingxin Hall on the high ground in the palace. Months, vividly, this familiar scene suddenly brought back boundless past events - in a flash, several years have passed.He looked back and saw that Chi Heng was also staring at that scene in a daze.

Cen Pojing recalled that year and couldn't help sighing: "He doesn't have to die, Chi Heng, you... your hands are too cruel, you are too cruel to yourself, if I were you, I would never do it. He died I don't blame you for killing him, but I blame you for not caring about him, not even listening to his explanation!"

Chi Heng sighed: "So what, can I spare him? I hate too much, if he doesn't die, I will die."

"Do you regret it or not?"

"So what if you regret it, so what if you don't regret it, it's hard to get rid of it, he has done so many things, no matter which one... There is always one thing that makes me unable to let him live."

It was rare for Cen Pojing to gloat: "Have you been regretting it?"

Chi Heng remained silent.

Cen Pojing said with a rare stern expression: "I knew you would regret it. Well, with your character, I still don't know. Let me tell you the truth, I knew that you would regret it, so, at that time, so I……"

He stopped, he saw Chi Heng's smile.

After keeping the secret for several years, he suddenly realized that Cen Pojing, who had been guarding it for nothing, finally jumped up: "You, you...do you know it all! I'll go! Is it easy for me? It took a lot of effort to give It's gone!"

After all, he punched hard.

Chi Heng fell to the side after being beaten, and smiled to himself for a while: "If it weren't for the first seven days, when I asked you where he was buried, you faltered a bit—I really thought he was dead, especially when the executioner came, And when you brought the ashes. Alas, I can’t tell you what it was like at that time. He was alive, and I hated him so much. When he died, I really regretted it, and it was very painful for a while.”

Fortunately, that day, seeing the stumbling Cen Pojing, Chi Heng became suspicious.

Jingyue is silent and years are silent. Fortunately, some of the decisions made at the beginning seem to be extremely correct now.Cen Pojing glanced at the moon, felt melancholy for a moment, then smiled and said firmly: "No wonder, I said, with your temperament, how could it be possible for him to be fine after he died? Did you sneak to see him later?" ? According to your temperament, you must have seen it before letting go!"

Chi Heng lowered his head and smiled.

After a long time, he said: "Po Jing, thank you!"

Cen Pojing slapped his thigh: "Thank you for what? I'm afraid that you will regret it and be overwhelmed after doing it? That's the way people are. I wished I could have cramps and skinned him before, but after thinking about it, it's no big deal. Lord—people’s spirits are worn out so slowly. I said, when did you let him go? After that incident, his heart died, and now he is writing poetry, books and songs, except that he is not free. Everything else is fine."

Chi Heng lowered his eyes: "It's good if you die, you won't be sad."

Chi Heng's meaning is very clear, Cen Pojing thought about it in his heart, the world is peaceful, Yu Changying is not so stubborn anymore, choosing a day is worse than bumping into it, just a few days.Amidst the banter and squabbles between the two, the silver needle pierced into the heart finally melted into the flesh, and no matter how hard you pressed it, the pain would not be overwhelmed.

The flowing water and the falling flowers forget each other, and the full moon has a trustworthy person without a date.

All of the above are stories.

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