MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 102 Send Chen Pingping in the rain
~ Date: ~09月20日~
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The rain in the early autumn is getting bigger and bigger, falling on the ground and splashing water, falling on the body to wet the clothes, falling in the heart is extremely cold. The square in front of the palace was covered with smoke and rain, and the horizon was seen as a world of **.
Everyone's eyes are looking at the small wooden platform in the autumn rain, looking at the two people on the stage, surrounded by a dead silence, I do not know how to be infected by the emotions, no one speaks, no one moves, I just looked at it like this, my eyes condensed on the stage through heavy rain and fog.
Hundreds of banned juntas, the masters of the inner court and the monks who celebrated the temple, were so nervous and drenched by the rain, like a dead wood man.
In the past, only a few moments have already died in the hands of Xiao Fan’s adults. The most important thing is that the rain is so sloppy. They don’t know what the 95-year-old eyelids on the palace head shine. What color emotions are.
Yan Bingyun has already reacted from the shock of the first time when he first saw the figure. He bowed his head and began to prepare for the next possible event. With very low voice, he told the most loyal subordinates around him that these voices were covered up. In the rain, no one heard it, but several inspectors in the general clothing department have begun to squeeze in the crowd toward the law field.
Under the imperial city of the Imperial Palace, the officials and the people were all brought by the blood of the former horseshoes. The rain violently fetched the sword and stunned the scene of the old man’s body. The person who first responded was He Zongwei, who was the highest in the palace and was responsible for the sentence.
When Fan Xia rides into the sea, he has already reacted. With the fastest speed, the most inconspicuous movement, he quietly left the scope of Xiaomutai and hid his figure to officials and guards. Behind us. Through a lot of masters, the eyes passed through the wet shoulders and hats. Looking at the small wooden platform, Fan was alone and slyly holding Chen Pingping's thin body. He Zongwei's eyes flashed a complex emotion. He just didn't want to die, but he had to let both the young and the old on the wooden platform die.
There are still a lot of people who don't want to die. At this time, there is a hint of chill in the body of the stage. It was the cold and autumn rain between the heavens and the earth that could not be suppressed. All the people left the wooden platform subconsciously. Yao’s **** has already retired to the ranks. He does not want to be the next grass dog used by the little grandfather to sacrifice Chen Pingping.
There were several corpses scattered around the wooden platform, and the blood was diluted by the autumn rain. The trembled, the criminal scorpion with a sharp knife, turned into the nearest person under the wooden steps. He looked at the small fan on the stage and found that Xiao Fan’s head lowered his head deeply and held Chen’s dean tightly in his arms. It seems that there is no such thing as any other sound and sound between the heavens and the earth. It is full of surprises and quietly descends toward the wooden platform.
Only two steps were taken. The scorpion’s throat was broken and the head fell heavily into the rain. The headless body also fell down the stage and made a heavy bang.
Surrounded by everyone, watching the stage, only those who were very high, could notice that the hand of the previous fan was slightly moved, a black dagger flew out, and then fell into the rain.
Fan sat on the wooden platform and sat in the eyes of everyone. However, he did not feel any gaze at all. He just held Chen Pingping's body and buried his head very low, letting the rain fall from his head. The back is awkward and looks extremely desolate.
The body of the old man in the arms is very light, and it is like holding a wind in his arms. This wind can be scattered at any time. Under the messy hair, Fan’s pale face twitched slightly. Reach out in the subconscious. He took Chen Pingping’s cold, old hand and held it tightly. Never give up again.
The old man did not know how much suffering he experienced in this world. He was disabled for half a lifetime. The blood in his body was already exhausted. Today, when he was late, every knife went down. In addition to the pain, he did not throw out too much blood. However, so many tortures were still allowed. The blood couldn't stop at the same place, and the black uniform of the police uniform was covered with him. Some of them were sticky, some hot, and some hot.
In the autumn rain, Fan Xian gently held his thin body, for fear of letting him hurt again, holding his cold hand tightly, for fear that he would leave.
"If you don't want to come back, who can let you come back? What do you do to drag me in Dongyi City?" Fan whispered and whispered, his lips were whitened by rain, some peeling It looks very pitiful. "Who am I working hard for who I have been in these years, I am not thinking about letting these old guys leave Kyoto, have a good life, I have been working hard..."
"You know that I know everything." Fan’s head was lower, gently leaning against the wrinkled cheeks of the old man, and the body shook gently in the rain, like in his arms. The old man is sleeping.
The hand suddenly tightened, and the old man firmly grasped the hand of the hand. However, the power of all his life was not even tight with one hand at this time. I don’t know if I was not willing to give up, or what I was afraid of. In this storm, in the blood, what he wants to hold.
As a knife slowly tears his heart, Fan Xian looks at the old man in his arms in cold and fear, knowing that the other person can't hold it, clenching the hand in the subconscious, even holding his fingers. It began to whitish and began to faintly hurt.
Chen Pingping’s turbid and scattered eyes slowly moved in the rain, saw the familiar palace, saw the rainy clouds, saw the vague emperor’s figure in the palace, but could not see the face of the man, then He saw the face of his own leisure. The old man’s turbid but gleaming eyes flashed a smile.
The old man knew that he had to leave the world he had lived for a lifetime, his eyes gradually dimmed, and some could not understand any sound between the heavens and the earth, and the light in front of him gradually became a strange shape.
At this moment, perhaps his legendary life flashed quickly in front of his eyes like a slide, the little eunuch, the East China Sea, the woman, the supervision, the black ride, another woman, the dead, the conspiracy. Revenge, all kinds of pictures flashed in front of his eyes, forming a white line that is not straightforward. However, no one knows what he saw before he died, and most wanted to see something -
Is it the mud that splashed when fighting in the palace? Is it a plum blossom in the winter in Taiping? Is it a shallow fish in the backyard of the Yinzheng Building in the Supervisory Hospital? Is it a palace shirt in the northern mountains? Or the little boy who has pinned all his emotions and hopes for the rest of his life in the city of Luzhou.
In the sound of the wind and rain, Chen Pingping suddenly heard some voices, it was a singing voice, a wonderful and familiar song, and he listened to countless times in Chen Yuan. Those 妾 妾 are beautiful, those songs are beautiful, the old man’s life is so cold and cold in the dark, but the most tenderly collects the beautiful and beautiful love. If the tragedy is to show the beautiful destruction of the world. That Chen Pingping’s life was only destroying what he thought was ugly and dirty, devoted himself to ugly and dirty, and then looked at everything beautiful from a distance.
"If you hear the sound of the rain, who's in the mood will be happy? Climb over the mountains and mountains, the happy songs in the rain. I heard the song, my mood will be happy... This is the women in Chen Yuan used to be very A favorite song, in the wind and rain, rang in the face of Chen Pingping. He looked at his eyes with difficulty. He watched these people in this place, listening to this wonderful voice, his lips were slightly shaken without blood. It seems to be singing, but there is no sound.
Chen Pingping suddenly looked at Fan Xian and asked a sentence: "Box...?"
Fan Xian smiled ugly and said in the ear of the old man: "It is a gun, a firearm that can kill people far away."
This is probably the last question of Chen Pingping's life, so he asked at the last moment. I heard Fan’s answer. The old man’s eyes were slightly dimmed, and he did not seem to think of this answer. Some accidents, some relief, and squeaking in his throat. Breathing in a hurry. A cold and proud look appeared on his face:
"This... stuff... I... there are."
Fan Xian did not say anything, just sitting in the autumn rain. Gently holding him, gently shaking his head, feeling that the old body in his arms is getting softer and softer, and the palm of his hand is holding the palm of his hand, but it is getting colder and colder. Until the end, there is no longer any temperature. .
When Chen Pingping died, she died in the autumn rain in the arms of his most pampered little boy. Before he died, he knew the truth of the box. His face still had a sullen look and a singular look.
Fan leisurely holding the chilly body, bowed his head and pressed the old man's cold face and said something softly. Suddenly, it felt like the wind and rain was like a knife, splitting his body and making himself feel painful. It is difficult to bear, this pain bursts from his heart, toward every inch of skin, as if it were late, finally exploded.
On the small wooden platform in the autumn rain, a sudden burst of tears burst into tears, crying and ruining the heart, crying the liver and painful lungs, crying the sadness of the autumn rain, not afraid to fall, crying people can not bear to listen...
Twenty years since he was born again, Fan has never cried, and when he was wet for several times, he was forced to press down. No one in this world has ever seen him crying, and no one has ever seen him cry so thoroughly, so sad, thousands of emotions, all vented in this cry.
Tears could not blur his face, but only the dust left on his face, all the dust that could not be washed by the autumn rain was washed away.
Just like the autumn rain can not stop, the tears can not stop, so with the endless sadness poured out his eyes.
The sorrow on the small wooden platform of the law field penetrated the autumn wind and autumn rain. It spread all over the corner of the palace and pierced everyone’s ears. I don’t know how many people’s hearts are so happy and hearty. .
However, this sound falls in the ears of some people, but it has a strong fear, but it is a clear signal.
Dean Chen is finally dead.
I don't know if anyone will be fascinated by this fact, or a big sigh of relief. However, no officials in the storm have any emotions on their faces, and grief may have flashed in some scorpions. Over, and more is to maintain awe and slight tension, but also a touch of sorrow in the bottom of my heart.
One of the pillars of the Daqing dynasty was broken in this way. Those who were under pressure from the Dark Supervision Institute were somewhat suffocated. The civil servants who were in the midst of a dispute in the court suddenly felt cold in their hearts. The ancestors of the Supervisory Academy died like this? They seem to have difficulty accepting this fact for a time, because in their eyes, the horror figure with a black fog on his body seems to never die.
Countless people have thought of countless pictures because of Chen Pingping’s death, about the pictures of the country’s decades of wind and rain. No one dares to deny that Chen Pingping has established a land for the Qing Dynasty and Jiangshan. In this historical scroll, those dark black ink groups used to clear the sun. This is the person and the supervision institute that this person has created. Without this ink group, how can this long scroll come from?
When Fan’s crying penetrated the wind and rain and arrived at the top of the palace, no one noticed that the robes, the emperor’s imperial concubine, had an extremely subtle movement, his whole person’s The body owes a little to the front, about the distance between the two fingers. After a while, the Emperor’s majesty regained his waist and re-suppressed his ruthless ground to the distance from the **** smell of the rain, and kept it at the original distance.
It is certainly no one noticed that the Emperor’s hand that was hidden in the sleeves of the robe was slowly gripped.
At this moment, I watched my old partner who had followed for decades. The old servant died. The old guy who looked at himself from an inconspicuous world and became the most dazzling and powerful in the whole world, decided to die resolutely. What do you think in the heart of the emperor? What is the feeling? Is it an emptiness from the deepest point, or is it an anger that even he himself can't tell the truth?
The ice cloud under the head of the palace city lowered its head deeply, lower than all the officials around him. His body was facing the French court. Through the rain curtain, he could still see Xiao Fan’s body holding the old dean’s body indifferently. His body shook slightly. I thought about how long ago, in the Founder Building of the Supervisory Institute, the old Dean had said something to himself.
One day, I am going to die, Fan will be crazy...
Yan Baiyun looked up. Take a deep breath. Wiping off the rain on his face and continuing to secretly issue orders to the parties. The secret agents who are hidden in the prisoners can shoot at any time, and compress the next possible madness to a minimum. Of course, Yan Bingyun hopes that this will not happen.
When a person dies, although the sentence of Ling Chi is not completely completed, the executioner has been cut into two halves by Fan Xian, and naturally there is no need to continue. Autumn rain still stunned and landed, but no one left in the square in front of the palace. It seems that everyone knows what might happen next.
The monks who surrounded the court slowly approached the small wooden platform. The caps on their heads covered the rain from the sky and covered the original expression on their faces. Fan Xian seems to be unable to sense the danger of the stage, but some ignorantly sit on the wooden platform, he still holds the body of Chen Pingping, did not put down.
The tears have been mixed with the rain, and gradually stopped. Fan Xian suddenly stood up, but his body was a little shaken. It seems that the thousands of miles of Mercedes-Benz for several days and nights have already consumed him to the extreme, and today’s thorns The anger and sorrow of the heart is a sign of his heart's exhaustion.
However, the figure in the rain on the wooden platform shook, but the people around the wooden platform were shocked, and the subconsciously moved back half a position.
Fan leisurely took Chen Pingping's body and walked down the wooden platform. He didn't look at these people. It seems that these people are not there.
And these people surrounded the wooden platform, waiting for the command of the 95th Supreme in the palace.
The emperor looked at the scene under the imperial city in a pale color. The deep eyes flashed through the extremely complicated emotions. Starting from the hanging temple, his appreciation of Fan Xi is based on the fact that this son is a sentiment. The foundation of the righteous person, although he did not think that Fan Xian can actually come back today, but he did not feel surprised to see this scene.
Even our emperor’s Majesty is not worried. In his heart, he thinks that An Zhi is a poor child who has been blinded by Chen Pingping’s old black dog. It’s probably not until today that Chen Pingping wants to kill him. Killing all the sons, wanting to break the sons and grandsons... But when he looks at the figure of Fan Xianxiao, the emperor is hard to suppress some sadness and anger, sadness expressed in Fan Xian’s, angry at Chen Pingping’s old dog even Dead, but still easily took away his favorite son.
Like a woman who has been dead for many years.
The emperor was silent for a long time, and the injury that had been forcibly suppressed by him was gradually cracked because of the stirring of the heart. The blood from his chest and abdomen infiltrated into the robes outside, which was particularly shocking.
He took a pair of sleeves and left the palace city with a cold face.
Under the palace, Fan took Chen Pingping's body and left the small wooden platform that was drenched by the rain and blood. He walked toward the west side of the square. The walk was particularly slow and heavy. Until then, he did not go to the palace city. Take a look at the head.
His Majesty has left, and the world has not dared to stop in front of Fan Xian. All the people have subconsciously let a road open. The crowd is like the sea being smashed by the sword. The waves are rising and separating a road where the reef can be seen.
In the rain, Fan leisure took Chen Pingping to leave. (Who is a big hero, how can I call it a hero? This is a question that everyone has different opinions. In this story, all those who are loyal to their own ideas are actually great people, just watching them willing to think about it. How much to pay. If you can pay more, it will be shocking enough. Especially this male character is actually only male and not involved in anything else.
With regard to men, it is not a man who can be called a man. Spiritual impotence is also not acceptable. Although Chen Pingping is a monk, he is actually an idealist, a simple person, a man with a gun...
He is more than most men. The last sentence he said, "That stuff, I also have" ... is the view of Chen Pingping since I conceived this story.
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