frightfiction Chapter 270
Chapter 270
16-year-old Qu Quan was lying in front of the desk, holding a half-read "Han Feizi" in his hand, but staring blankly at the dark sky outside the window with his amber eyes.Tonight is the Chinese Valentine's Day, when you look up you can't see the stars, and when you bow your head you can't see the human world. The turbid air that has been born since the beginning of the dawn has enveloped the entire world, until the sun is dark and the moon is covered with dust.
She couldn't help but think of the previous year's Qixi Festival, when her mother would wash her hair with tree sap, hoping that she would have a happy relationship, and would take her to worship the Weaver Girl and wear colored threads, things that ordinary daughters would do on Qixi Festival. The same never fell.She even knelt down on the ground sincerely every year, praying to Empress Zhinu to bless her and her family in good health.
However, the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes.
It is the third year that the family has been destroyed.
"Quan'er." The silver-haired old woman came to Qu Quan with a stick of incense, wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat down next to her, "It's so late, I hurt my eyes carefully. After worshiping the Weaver Girl, I will rest." Come down."
Qu Quan took the incense stick from the old woman's hand, took advantage of the situation to hold the rough and dry palms, and put them in his palms: "Quan'er knows what she has, grandma should go to bed early."
"That's fine." Seeing that she was determined, the old woman didn't persuade her much, "Grandma will worship with you before you rest."
Qu Quan helped the old woman all the way silently, when he saw that there were two celestial maidens on the lame table that looked like it would collapse in the wind, and a quarter of the apples were eaten by mice It was as if a hole had been pried open in the heart, and the hot liquid gushed out, full of sadness.
"I will not worship Zhinu this year."
The seventh day of July...
"Bai Kuixing."
Qu Quan's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he knelt down on the ground in spite of the wind blowing his sleeves, unable to bow down.
————————Still a knife, eat with caution————————
3. It is said that on the night of Qixi Festival, the sky, the earth and the moon are bright, and it is a good night together.
The 19-year-old Wei Yueyan couldn't see the bright moon. She only felt the moonlight tonight. It was extremely cold, as if possessed by a wild mountain ghost. Bone erosion all over the body.
Probably because she faced a burial mound.
The joint burial of her father, uncle, and brothers.
She moved her body slightly, and she was slightly involved in the weird herpes that had covered nearly half of her body. Even after years of fighting, she couldn't help moaning in pain.Half a month has passed since that day, during which time she has completely lost the will to live, and she has lived to this day only because of the human instinct to survive.
There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and only in this kind of dead of night, could he have such a rare saneness, and knew to collect the bones of his relatives and bury them in one place.Only when the world is silent like this, will she think about that extravagant possibility——
revenge.
At the age of 16, it has been three years since she joined the army. The three years of fighting have been long and hard. She thought countless times that she was pierced by the enemy, or trampled into mud by the enemy's cavalry. At that time, she naively thought that this was pain the ultimate.
Good fortune tricks people, what they say is true.
Wei Yueyan, physically and mentally exhausted, lay on her back on the ground, surrounded by the bones of her comrades with carrion hanging on her body. She was so tired that even if she faced the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, she could hardly make waves. Her beautiful long eyes were lifeless. Looking at the bright moon sky, panting, looking forward to death.
When the sun rises from the mountains tomorrow, and when the first ray of sunshine shines on her face, she will finally set off.
It's just a person who has lost all hope, where does he go?Where does it belong?
The sky and the earth are big, as far as she is concerned, they are just places where bones are buried.
—————— Eat the knife, let’s eat candy —— Yuyu’s desire to survive ————
4. Wei Yueyan: Ma'am, what are you going to do?
Ling Qiufan: Today's Chinese Valentine's Day, I'm going to prepare some tricks for the evening.
Wei Yueyan: Ah!Is there anything I can do to help?
Ling Qiufan: (temporarily at a loss for words, thought for a while) The general is very skilled, why don't you help me catch spiders.
Wei Yueyan: (rolls up sleeves) No problem!
After a stick of incense
Wei Yueyan: Ma'am!I'm back! (unpacking, showing off while unpacking) Ma'am, look!I caught a lot of species for you, red, blue, white, and black. Which one do you like?You can take them all away! Is this bag enough? I'll grab it for you!Ma'am?Where are you going madam?lady? ? ?
Zhan Jin: (stops him) General, take away your supernatural powers!Didn't you see Madam's face turned blue with fright?
Lu Chen: (Looking at the spiders crawling all over the table)......
That night, General Wei, who had never celebrated Qixi Festival, knelt in front of his bedroom door for 23 years.
Chapter 150 The Girl in White
Ling Xueji was so focused on saving people that she couldn't care less about a person with status beside her, and even this person with status was probably their master.She adjusted Que'er's posture in Yan'er's arms, and then quickly and precisely found the position of the bone joint with her experience, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the little girl's forehead soaked with beads of sweat.
"Your name is Que'er, do you know how many kinds of birds there are in this world? How many have you seen?" Ling Xueji was not in a hurry to apply force, but sat on the ground with a smile.
That sparrow stared at her ankle held by someone else without blinking, waiting to be hit at any time, but she didn't expect the other party to tell her such funny things, her immature face showed Confused, "Finch is the name my mother gave me. I was working in the temple. I only saw the canary in the cage and the plucked feathers of the delphinium. I have never heard of the rest of the names. See I haven't seen it either."