Chapter 173 What is love

This question has been suppressed in his mind for a long time and cannot mention it to any confidante. It doesn't matter if he talks to a child...

Qing'er seemed incomprehensible and asked: Can you be cheated if your heart is in your own stomach? Do you often kill people, not like Ah?

Wuyue knew she misunderstood and explained: This is just a metaphor, it means to deceive the girl into loving me.

Qing'er nodded: If you understand, as you say this, the young master has also cheated my heart?

Wuyue said: Nonsense! You trust me because you think I can rely on it, and you can't confuse your feelings with those big girls.

She said silly: What's the difference?

Wuyue patted her face and said in harmony: Seeing you bickering with the beautiful Ye He, I think you are very smart, but most of the time you are a silly girl. After all, you are still young and don’t understand. In short, the difference is

Qing'er asked: Then tell me, how do the girls who love you treat you?

He roughly said how Sister Beifeng, Big Sister, Xiaohong and others treated him. He did not specify the person, but just got together in a general way, just like talking about a person

Qing'er asked again: I once saw a poem in a painting, asking what love is in the world? Can you answer this question?

Wuyue Dao: This poem comes from Yuan Haowen to Bingzhou. The person who caught geese said that today he caught a geese and killed him. The person who left the net was mournful and could not go, and even threw himself into the earth and died! He was inspired by his feelings. In the poem, he asked about the world, what is love? He taught life and death to make a living and death together. He had a few times of fun in the cold and heat, and the parting was painful. There were even more foolish children and daughters who should they say, the clouds in thousands of miles, the snow in the mountains, the shadows were only to go? The lonely road was lonely, the flute drums and smoke were still flat, and the souls were still in Chu, and the mountain ghosts were jealous of wind and rain, and they did not believe that the oriole and the sons were all yellow earth for thousands of years. In order to stay for the poet, they sang and drank, and visited the geese hills.

Qing'er said: I'm not asking the poet's feelings, but the meaning of love

Wuyue shook her head and said: No one can explain this accurately, and everyone's understanding is different. In my opinion, love is like a ghost who is both impulsive and irrational. It always jumps out unexpectedly, making men and women in the world crazy and persistent like a curse, behave abnormally, and do terrible things that ordinary people can't understand... His mind showed his big sister's toned and hot tall figure.

Qing'er blinked and asked: Then tell me, what should it feel like to love someone?

It should be a deep concern. When you are together, you just want to stick to her all day long. It feels so happy. In the crowd, you will always search for her figure. When you are not together, you will think about her unconsciously. There is no happiness to say. Missing takes over your whole body and mind, and controls all your behavior. Let me tell you a story. An old couple is about to stop eating fish once. The grandmother said, because you like to eat fish heads, I have eaten fish body all my life. Now I am old, can you let me eat fish heads? The grandmother was very shocked. I thought I like to eat fish body and you also like to eat fish heads, so I pretend to like to eat fish heads every time, leaving the good parts for you to hold hands. The feeling of growing old with you is also a state of mind... He looked at the bonfire that was swaying by the cold wind, murmured, he was talking about himself.

That she refers to Sister Beifeng, at least now, the reason why he would rather give up the comfortable Fengyin Palace than rush to Murong Territory thousands of miles away regardless of danger, not only for his own safety, but also for seeing her earlier, seeing whether she was sober, and tell her that she was the most important person he was.

Thinking of the greyhound, adding the last paragraph

But he felt that he was still not satisfied, and he said: There was another respectable elder who told me that love can make people lose their minds and lose themselves. For the loved ones, they can sacrifice everything, give everything, and even their lives, and their words and deeds are involuntary... Alas~ Throughout history, how many infatuated children in the world have struggled and wandered for love, and they cannot be liberated in their lives! When I said that when I thought of Zhou Shilong, I felt infinite emotion in my heart.

Qing'er nodded as if she suddenly realized and said seriously: As of this, I treat you the same thing! Every time someone wants to drive me away from you, I am so scared that I dream of you whenever I dream of you. Every time I wake up and not open my eyes, I have to touch whether you are still by my side, for fear that you will disappear if you open your eyes. Every time I feel that you are still there, I am so happy that I will stare you tightly wherever you go. For you, I will never hesitate no matter what you do...

After saying so much in one breath, she couldn't help but take a breath, and then continued: In the days when you were not aware of your life and death in the Hungry Wolf Valley, you couldn't find you everywhere. I didn't want to live anymore. This was the same feeling when my father passed away. I stayed in that tree and prayed to the Buddha to give me a miracle. If you didn't show up, I would have been waiting there all the time. What I feared most was starving, but now I feared most was not seeing you.

He was a little moved, and a wave of fatherly love surged in his heart, and sighed: You are a good child. I used to be very worried that my future daughters would be like you. Now I just hope that they can be like you. You are right. This is indeed love, but the love of their children for their parents. Just like my love for their father, do you understand?

Qing'er said in confusion: It's all the same love, is there any difference?

Of course, when you grow up and have a sweetheart, you will understand that by then there will be two people who love you the most. When you have a child, you will have more people to care about... After talking for a long time, he was exhausted and tired. This is the last sentence he said before falling asleep.

She stared blankly at Wuyue who was still frowning in her sleep. She felt that there were still many things in his heart that he would not say to anyone. If he had not regarded her as a child who had not woken up, he would never have said these words to her tonight. He still didn't understand that children who had experienced too many hardships were very mature early.

She gently put her neck on his face, her face pressed against his face, and her heart was full of happiness, muttering to herself. Not long after I can remember, I started to deal with the evil slave's fists and evil dogs. My father died at the age of five or six, and he could play the traffickers in a mess at the age of six or seven. What I experienced in a year is worth two years, and maybe more than that. If I am willing, I will cheat you and sell it to the traffickers and most of them will have to count the money for me.

But there is a saying that you are right. Human nature is evil, that is, to see the greedy weakness of human traffickers, and to deceive him into thinking that he can make more money. Otherwise, I would have been sold to a kiln to be a prostitute last year. Don’t think I don’t understand anything. I said, I may be your daughter in the next life, but it is definitely not in this life...

Her heart became deeper and even breathing

Even deeper at night, the howling cold wind swept through the goose feathers and heavy snow rages on the snow piles in the backyard. Except for the two snuggles next to the fire in the east room, the hazy figures that warm each other with their body temperatures, there is no trace of life anymore in the cold white world.

At this moment, a rustling sound came faintly, a bit like the sound of a wolf stepping on the snow, as if there were, there was nothing...

Suddenly, a faint white figure rose slowly above the snow pile like a hill, floating to the east house like a ghost, passing by the window, the bonfire swaying light flashed across his face. It was a smiling face, but it seemed to be smiling on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, his face pale as if he was heavy lead, and his face looked mysterious and strange.

But when Bai Ying's chest was rising and falling, the sound of gasping came, as if he was taking a deep breath. It was so cold that no trace of white breath came out between his mouth and nose!

Although Wuyue has experienced hardships recently, she has never given up her daily practice lessons and has also gained great success in the help of the Dragon and Phoenix True Art. When the white shadow passed the window, he woke up. He happened to see this extremely strange scene and was secretly shocked. Isn’t this the unknown smiling goddess statue on the left side of the hall?

How could it move if it was a stone carving?

Have you actually floated to the back hall?

His first reaction was fear, but looking at his petite body sleeping peacefully in his arms, he didn't know where he got the courage, gently pulled out his arm from under her, and she would be frightened when she saw such a scene!

He is a man. This child trusts himself so much that as long as he has a breath, he must not let her suffer any harm. He has to face it alone, no matter how terrifying it is outside, or even death!

At this moment, he forgot about Qing'er's ding before going to bed, so don't go out!

In fact, he never took her words seriously

He stood up with the wall, limped towards the door, looking out, the white shadows had disappeared, and faintly chanting and heavy breathing came from behind the snow pile, strands, intermittent, like ghost singing in the underworld, and like a woman crying at night

Is she a human or a ghost?

Wuyue hesitated for a while and I had to go over and take a look no matter what, but what should Qing'er do?

This temple is full of weirdness. No wonder she feels something is wrong. It is not safe to leave her here alone...

After thinking about the troublesome strategy, I finally climbed on the snow pile and took out a suitable branch as a crutch, limping towards the snow pile.

Around the dilapidated corridor, a portal appeared under the snow pile, and a faint green light appeared inside, and a white shadow flashed in the portal.

Where did the portal come to the cellar?

Why didn’t you notice the love last night?

He walked over with his right foot while thinking.

The door was very small, and he had to bend down to get in. He had to go down more than ten steps, turned right and walked a few steps. There was a hall in front of him. The four walls were made of unknown materials, emitting a faint green light, but it was very dark and the view was unclear. He secretly regretted not bringing a torch in.

When he calmed down and gradually adapted to the darkness in the hall, he gradually saw a white round platform nearly ten feet high standing under the corner of the wall opposite, with seven-star magic weapons and other objects placed on it. It looked like it was a shaman altar, but the priest was not doing it on it. Under the altar, there was a shadow like a lot of people standing there?

He thought it was a dazzled moment, so he hurriedly rubbed his eyes and looked at it intently, right?

Men, women, young and old, wearing white robes and fur hats, should be the costumes of the Jurchens. There were no less than thirty or forty people, standing left and right, leaving a middle passage, all staring at the altar without moving, as if waiting for the high priest to come to worship the gods.

He was shocked and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief. There were so many people here. It seemed that the white shadow just now should be a human rather than a ghost, maybe it was a shaman priestess?

It seems that he should be a high priest with a deep Taoist practice.

He bowed to the middle-aged strong man closest to the right and asked: Uncle, are you waiting for the high priest to come and sacrifice to the gods?

Unexpectedly, the strong man didn't even look at him, but he looked at the stage with a pious face. He looked at the left again. No matter how young and old he was, he turned a blind eye to his arrival.

He had never encountered such a situation. It was okay for the adults. Those lively and active children who like to quarrel and make noise were still motionless and silent. It was very strange. It seemed that these Jurchens were sincere in their affairs. Tonight's gods should have a stage of inviting gods. Even children dare not blaspheme the gods.