The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

Because in the current Liao Wangshu shot, the cloud and fog have been removed from the chaotic and dark sea of ​​consciousness of Gu Xiaopang just now, and as a golden light spills in, the picture of this shot is once again Was lit up.

This time, the scene change is so hazy. Looking at the scenes of this scene, there are not only Gu Zheng, the person outside the book, but also Gu Baimeng, the person inside the book.

The two passers-by, as if they couldn't see the scenery of their own, watched at the same time how a person who had a little relationship with them, how to interpret their own life.

This is an old-fashioned wing room, a babu bed, a young woman with her head wrapped around her forehead, she is kindly looking at the baby in her arms, which is still in her womb, gently humming unknown The ballad of coaxing this fragrant little guy to sleep for a while.

This woman Gu Zheng recognized at a glance, it was Huang Xing'er.

Now she has already faded away from the youthfulness of the year, and has already become a mature and charming woman.

And with this warm interaction between the freshman and the young, the fat-like baby yawned and fell into a sweet dream again.

Until this time, the maid standing outside the door dared to walk gently into the house, serve the mistress on the bed, get up gently, tidy up her makeup, and walk to the side to take stock of housework.

Because the child is still young, even if the master and servant are some distance away from implantation, their voices are low.

When the hostess was done with the small tasks at hand, the close-knit maid on the side dared to report some chores in the mansion to her.

"Ms. Huang, the people from Ms. Li's house have sent someone over again."

"Huh? But my original owner? You can put it bluntly, everyone knows my background and there is no need to avoid it."

The maid on the side leaned over and continued to report: "They said that this year, there are wars everywhere. The first husband of Li Qingzhao, Li Qingzhao, is weak, and the person I looked for later has no abilities."

"You can't even pay the taxes from the imperial court. I want to borrow some money from Huang Niangzi, so I can pay for it for a while."

Hearing Huang Myolie here, I pondered for a while, and asked again: "How much money has this lady of the Li family borrowed from us?"

The maid opposite did not hesitate, and directly reported a value: "There are about two hundred taels in cash. Can the lady want to borrow it?"

When I heard Huang Xing'er smiled bitterly, she shook her head and said, "Our family’s money is not blown by strong winds. These years, my husband and I have been together for a long time. He is assured of handing over his home to me and regularly giving money to me. Sending it home."

"But what kind of business he is doing, and when the hurdle in his heart will pass, we don't know."

"In addition, this lady Li is addicted to gambling, and she has long lost the strong backbone of Li Qingzhao back then. This money was given to her, how much was used for emergency, and how much was used by her as an anesthetic thought. Gamble. We don't know."

"You go and give them the same amount of money, no more, no more, enough to live, so that they don't have extra money and then squander the heroine in their family."

"Yes!" The maid was about to retreat after receiving the order, but she saw the hostess she had been serving, she didn't know what she thought of, she was bitter on her face.

She seemed to be holding the injustice for Huang Xing'er and said: "The lady has just given birth to the young son for half a year, and the officials have left the front line."

"He didn't even care about the huge family business. He only saw the people suffering from the gold man. How did he know that the most difficult thing was the wife who gave birth to him?"

Hearing the complaints of her close servant girl, Myolie Wong just smiled helplessly, waved her hand at the servant girl and signaled her to do business quickly, and said to herself as if talking to herself: "Where do you know the bitterness in the hearts of officials? Woolen cloth?"

"This hurdle, even my son and I, does not necessarily allow him to step over."

The big maid who retired did not understand the truth. Perhaps only the client who fell into contemplation in that room, and on the front of the confrontation between the Song and Jin armies, like a hungry wolf, leaned against the bush and drank wine. Only then can we understand the grievances and hatreds in it.

At this time, the picture that Gu Zheng and the little fat man saw was another turn. The whole scene shifted from the warm and peaceful back of Song State's home to a bleak battlefield where the two armies confronted each other.

At this time, the battlefield was no longer just past the edge of the inland of the Central Plains.

At this time, the battlefield has reached the outermost periphery of Taiyuan Mansion, out of Yanmen Pass, the sixteenth prefectures of Yanyun that the monarchs of Song Dynasty longed for.

Those same people with the blood of Han people and without any foreign characteristics, outside Yanmen Pass, are eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the Song Army.

But how could the kingdom of Jin, a nation built by a sturdy horseback, give up this wealthy and vast land like this.

As a result, the two countries formed a short and lasting battle on this piece of land.

But now, it has nothing to do with Gu Zheng at this time, because his face is full of beard, his hair has not been combed, his face has not been washed, and he is leaning under a slanted pine and cypress tree. Spirits.

In front of him, there was a solitary grave bag. Because the new grave was not long, only the unknown little red flower was swaying in the wind on the edge of the grave, adding a bright color to this depressing scene.

Gu Zheng took a sip of wine and looked at the red flower-yellow pistil. When he just wanted to reach out to pull it off, he stopped his outstretched hand.

Because his hands that used to draw the bow and hold the knife are now covered with raunchy black mud. Seeing Gu Zheng here, he retracted his hand in embarrassment, fearing that it would disturb the people in this tomb. On the same poorly clean robe, I slapped it indiscriminately.

Somewhat embarrassingly, he smiled at the tomb bag, and said as if to explain something: "Sun Erniang, I know you like cleanliness the most."

"You must like these gorgeous flowers. Just like yourself, they are all so red."

"Isn't it OK if I don't pick it?"

"I just hope you can give me a response. Why, I'm so drunk, but still can't sleep?"

"If I can sleep, can I hear the last words you said to me in my dream?"

"You said, why are you so stupid, and you want to save me who seems to be loyal and righteous, but actually ruthless and unrighteous!?"

Speaking of this, this man, who was surrounded by thousands of troops and unchanging his face, started crying in pain with his head in his arms.

"A person like me asks for justice in the world, for the righteousness in my heart! But when I do such things, I also have my selfish intentions!"

"You didn't see that I already have a wife and children. Even if Gu Zheng died for the ideal in my heart, he would have my own way."

"This is the selfishness I left behind!"

"But what do you picture? What do you picture! It was for the sake of being behind me, for not wanting to ask, it was even willing to lose his life!"

"Why can't you be a little selfish for yourself? I am not as good as you think!"

Speaking of this, Gu Zheng covered his head and knelt down in front of the small grave bag. At first glance, the grave was carved on a rough wooden sign carved by a rough man. The tomb was carved crookedly. The name of the owner.

"Sun Erniang's Tomb"

His head seemed to be unable to stop, lying on his stomach in front of this tablet.

While stubborn, he said: "Did you see it? Erniang?"

"Your heart is too anxious. Actually, when I appeared on this battlefield again, it wasn't because you were entangled with me in the south of the Yangtze River every day."

"I was thinking, when fulfilling the ideal in my heart, I would tell you where I first met. I am actually very greedy. My heart is divided into countless pieces."

"And one of them, it keeps saying this sentence, I am pleased with you."

"Yes," as soon as he said this sentence, Gu Zheng seemed to have taken off the strength of his whole body, collapsed like a dead dog in front of the tombstone, and the big tears converged and stopped no matter what. The stream that does not come down outlines two winding muddy gullies on the yellow ground.

"Yes, I Gu Zheng's heart is pleased with Sun Erniang, since you said you grew up and Myolie was young, my heart was trembling."

"At that time, I thought secretly, how could I be so unreserved~www.readwn.com~ As a hero, how can I be hooked away by such a demon?"

"You are so vicious, you are not a good stubborn!"

"But your chase, your chase, is too strong."

"I keep hypnotizing myself, but I keep being attracted by your red back."

"Until the end, I responded to your request and came to the battlefield where I was needed."

"I always think, I'll stretch it again, I like to watch you pouting around me, and I like you to stom on your feet when you are angry."

"Because it is so lively, so enthusiastic, something I have never felt before, passionate love and need."

"I was greedy, so I didn't say this!"

"And isn't this what the benefactor of another world said, God took your life?"

"But I only regret it, because of the hypocritical narrow sense I dare not accept your love!"

‘Boom! ’

Gu Zheng's hammer rushed into the yellow dust on the ground, and also rushed into the infinite desolation in his heart.

He was sobbing that he couldn't say a complete sentence, but he still had to ask him a puzzling question: "Did you see the arrow shooting at the back of my heart?"

"Then why are you rushing up so stupidly? I'm a big **** who treats you like this, isn't it all right if I simply die?"

"Do you know you can't ask for it? That's why you plan to use your life to let me remember your kindness?"

"Then you should be more vicious, let me die! What do you do to save a **** like me? I'm a bastard! bastard! bastard!!! Ah ah ah!!!"

Every time I said something, Gu Zheng's palm hammered a depression of despair and grief on the ground, like self-harm, and I couldn't stop it.

In the end, blood was dripping ticking, mixed with mud, like sorrowful blood and tears, extremely sad.