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In the past, junior said
Inman took a step towards Lila when the thought that had been hovering in his mind suddenly became clear. He said that she was married.
In the law, yes, but in my heart, she is not married. Junior said, come here.
Inman Kenai went to Lila’s side.
Oh, it’s beautiful, she said
Her hair just hung in a bun around her neck, almost like wearing it. Her face was powdered, but junior’s palm print on her left cheek was still clearly visible. She was holding a bunch of yellow Vernonia collected from the corn fence in both hands, and her toes hung in front of her abdomen, angrily drawing small circles. junior Weixi was on the side, and the shotgun was against Inman’s coccyx.
You take off your hat and put it at your feet on the rope.
With some dry hair on his head, it seems more suitable to grow on his ass. He posed with a gun rack in his arms and sang a wedding poem in a hoarse voice. It sounded like a reluctant song. The tone was very low, and the rhythm was unusually harsh. The lyrics were to the effect that Inman could listen to it, but he could avoid suffering from death. The little boys seemed to be familiar with and loved the melody of this song.
After singing, junior turned to the ceremony speech. Now the most frequent words are fate, death and disease. Inman looked at the distant hillside and the ghost fire was moving in the trees. He really hoped that the ghost could come here and take him away.
After the ceremony, Lila threw the flowers into the fire and hugged Inman tightly. She put a thigh into his legs and looked him in the eye and said goodbye.
A man walked up behind Inman and put a colt gun to his temple, saying that he missed your bride just now. If I pull the trigger in a little while, she will happily scoop up her husband’s brain napkin from the ground and wrap it up.
I don’t care about you people, Inman said
They tied Inman Weixi and others together and marched their way to the east.
They walked for several days in succession. Inman was in the last row, and there were fifteen people. Their hands were tied to a long rope like ponies in a row. In front of Inman was Weixi. He plodded forward with his head down and had not recovered from his bad luck. Whenever the rope moved or stopped, he was taken with a stumble, his hands were tied and he shrugged forward as if he suddenly wanted to pray. The people in the front row were old men or big children. The charges were petty duty or sympathy. Most of them were farmers in home textile clothes in the north. Inman estimated that everyone went to prison or was sent back to the battlefield. Some people shouted at the militiamen every once in a while to explain that it was not because they wanted to catch that kind of people, but because they were koo. They also cursed and threatened that their hands were not tied and that the axe would definitely split these militiamen into two bloody pieces from head to crotch before they found their way home. Others cried and begged to let them go, calling for some kind power in the imagination that lies in people’s hearts. They saved Du E from danger.
Like most human beings, these prisoners will disappear from the earth, leaving no trace longer than a furrow. You can bury them on a oak board and carve their names into the soil, but the handwriting to be engraved on the board will erase everything about them. They have done bad things or good deeds, they are cowardly or brave, and they fear or hope that their faces will be forgotten. No wonder they have to bend over and trudge forward, as if they are burdened with the life burden of the past that has long been forgotten.
Inman hates being tied together by others and losing his weapon. What he hates most is the direction of progress. His goal runs counter to his own. Every step is full of pain, and he goes back mile after mile. His dream of home is getting farther and farther away. When the sun rises and shines on his face, he hates the sun and has no other way to vent his anger.
In the next few days, the prisoners kept moving forward, hardly saying a word to each other. One afternoon, a guy found some music and knocked everyone’s hat off the ground. Anyone who bent down to pick it up would get a gun butt. They continued on their way, leaving fifteen black hats behind them to witness that they had passed here.
They can’t eat anything, and the water can also be scooped up in one hand when they cross the stream. Several old people in the prisoners are weakened especially by hunger. When they are exhausted, even if the barrel of the gun can’t poke, the militia will give them some cool milk with corn crumbs in it. When they regain their senses, they will continue on their way.
Every one of them has come to this step in the most usual way. One unfortunate thing followed another and ended up in such an unexpected desperate situation. Inman often thinks about this problem. Now, apart from being released, his most desire is to let junior bleed.
Some days, the militiamen drove the prisoners for a day. When they went to bed at night, they slept during the day and got up at the sun mountain to catch the road all night. But for many days, the surrounding scenery has hardly changed. Even the sunshine has penetrated the dense pine forest. The monotonous landscape makes Inman feel as if he has been walking in the dark and the same person is escaping from something terrible in his dreams. The pace is slow, but the weird theory is always not far away.
The arduous journey also tortured him. He felt weak, dizzy and hungry. Every time his heart beat, his neck wound jumped with him. He felt that the wound might crack and vomit like in a hospital. He came to a telescope lens, a plug drill and a small bloody poem.
Inman looked at himself and finally walked westward like a roll of wool. He squatted around his feet and loosened up. It was a mess. A few days later, they stopped for the night. The prisoners were still tied together. There was no food or water to drink. The militiamen didn’t give them a blanket or a fire to keep warm. Exhausted people squeezed each other like a group of sleeping dogs in the cold red land.
Inman has read in the book that some prisoners detained in the castle are marking the day on bricks or stones, which is really a great method. Inman has doubted whether he can calculate the date accurately from memory, but he doesn’t even have a stone, but there is no need to record the day any more. The prisoners who slept lightly in the middle of the night were woken up by a guy who held a lamp in their face to wake them up. Six or seven other guys touched the ground and smoked their pipes together. When the leader said that we had discussed it, it was simply a wave to take you scum with us.
They raised their rifles.
A little boy was twelve years old and knelt down and cried. An old man with white hair said, How can you do this? Are you trying to kill us here?
A man looked at the leader and said that I didn’t become a militia to kill old men and children.
The leader told him to either gun or stay with them.
Inman looked at the dark pine forest across the street. This is the scenery where I sleep, he thought.
They got angry together, adults and children poured down and Vichy stepped forward until he was caught by the rope and shouted in the gun, it’s not too late to give up this despicable act, and then he was punched several times
The bullet that hit Inman had already passed through Vichy’s shoulder, so its momentum was greatly reduced. It passed through the scalp and skull along the hairline on one side of the head and flew behind the ear. He fell to the ground like a flat axe but didn’t lose consciousness. He didn’t even blink and didn’t want to move. He could see the world running outside, but he felt that he was not a part of it. It seemed to mock people’s power. People fell dead around him and were still connected by ropes.
After the gun was released, they didn’t seem to know what to do next. One of them seemed to suddenly lose his mind or be possessed by something. He sang cotton-eyed Joy and danced around until another militia gave him the butt of his gun and finally said it was better to bury them.
They did this work very carelessly, digging a shallow pit and throwing the body into it, covering it with a layer of float thick enough to grow potatoes, and then they rode away.
Inman fell face down in the pit, breathing in his arms, and the soil was very thin. If he died here, it might be hunger rather than suffocation. He lay there dizzy for a while and woke up for a while. The hazy smell of the soil dragged him. He couldn’t find the strength to get himself up. It seems more relaxed and comfortable to die here than to live.
But before dawn, a few wild boars came from the forest with the smell of blood in the air, and their mouths were turning over the bodies in the soil, and their arms and feet were exposed to the ground one after another. Soon Inman was arched, and his eyes were desolate, confused and alert, and the long face of a male wild boar with thick fangs hit a cliff.
Ah, Inman shouted a light.
The wild boar stepped back a few steps, then stopped and blinked his eyes and looked at him in surprise. Inman moved himself from the soil, and he regained the desire to stand up and live well. By the time he struggled to stand up, the wild boar had lost interest in him and came back to arch in the field.
Inman looked up at the moon and stars and found that the sky seemed to have changed. He couldn’t find a familiar constellation, as if the stars were disturbed by people’s sticks, and there was no clue to find. It was a sparse and scattered light spot in the darkness
The head injury is always like this. Inman’s blood injury is disproportionate. His face is covered with blood and covered with mud. It looks like a statue of ochre clay sculpture. It reveals that early humans have begun to take shape. He touched the scalp, two holes, and his fingers dug and found that it had been coagulated. He felt a little numb. His shirt was put on his face and wiped, but it didn’t work. After that, he grabbed the hand rope and pulled Weixi out of the soil, like fishing a big bass from the mire. Weixi’s face was covered with wood, but his eyes were puzzled.
Inman looked at him and was not particularly sad about his death, but he didn’t think it was righteous and evil. Inman saw too many deaths. In his eyes, death has completed a random event. There is nothing to say. He can’t calculate how many people have died in front of his eyes recently, but there is no doubt that there should be thousands of ways of death. You can’t think of it even for a few days. He is used to facing death, walking among the dead, sleeping among them and calmly seeing himself as a mysterious thing. He is worried that his heart will be burned by flames for too long and he may never be able to do it again.
Inman looked around and found a sharp stone. He sat down on the stone and tied the ropes for his hands until the sun broke. Inman looked at Weixi again. His eyelids drooped almost perfectly. Inman wanted him to do his best, but he couldn’t even dig a hole and shovel. The only thing he could do was turn his face over.
Then Inman walked to the west with his back to the morning sun for an afternoon. He always felt dizzy, his head swelled and his heart ached, and his skull seemed to break into several pieces at any moment. He picked a feather-like yarrow leaf from a fence, brushed off the leaf stalk and tied them in his head. It is said that yarrow can relieve the pain, and it really played a certain role. The grass leaves shook with his tired feet for an afternoon, so he kept staring at them and threw them into the shadow to move on.
At noon, I came to a fork in the road. Inman’s mind was at a loss. There were three roads in front of him, but he didn’t know which one to choose. The only thing he could do was to exclude the route behind him. He looked up at the sky and wanted to tell the direction, but it was possible that the sun seemed to set in the zenith. He touched the arched tentacles on the side of his hair. It was a solidified blood clot, and soon I was going to be a scar. He wanted to leave a red scar on his neck in Petersburg, and it hurt. As if he wanted to show sympathy to his new brother, he decided to be full of
After a long time of waking up and sleeping, he saw a yellow slave driving a sledge along the road ahead. There was a big difference between the heads of two cows, one red and the other white. The sledge contained many new barrels and a lot of small black watermelons, which were packed neatly like firewood. The man saw Inman drinking the cows.
Oh, my God. He said you look like a clay figurine.
He made a fist and knocked on two or three watermelons. He chose a Yang hand and threw it to Inman Inman. Inman smashed the watermelon into a jagged edge on a stone. Two petals of pink flesh were densely dotted with black melons. He buried his head in half of the watermelon like a bad dog and then turned to the other half.
When he raised his head, there were only two thin slices of watermelon skin with pink juice dripping down his beard and onto the road. Inman looked down at their patterns for a while, hoping to see some sign or revelation from them, because he knew that he needed help too much, no matter what his route was, but he couldn’t see the small mud pits, which were neither totem nor hieroglyphics. It was in vain for him to change his angle. He thought that the invisible spiritual world had abandoned him and left him alone without guidance and direction to walk through a broken world with many hardships.
Inman stopped looking at the ground and looked up and said, thank you, watermelon. The yellow man was wearing a gray wool shirt, and his sleeves were smoothed to his elbows and bare feet. He was thin and lean, but his neck and arms were muscular. His canvas pants were obviously made for a taller man, and his trousers rolled up very high.
Come with me, sledge, he said

Professor Yuan said that he couldn’t lie to Professor Teng first.
I am afraid that one day I will be more able to save this relationship.
They have missed so much and made each other sad for so long.
At one time, he always felt that having her by his side for seven years was a pity for each other, and they should have fallen in love long ago.
Section 31
However, the one that was close to love was not love. For him, it was more or less love, but for her, it was boss and secret.
Later, she slept lightly in his arms, and he looked down at her and kissed her gently on her forehead when she slept lightly.
I heard that’s that b proof of loving someone.
Gentle and sexy lips shallow hook quietly feel his breath on her forehead.
Now she still firmly believes that he loves her as much as he used to.
He tried so hard to marry her.
Teng Yun should never miss this life again.
I leaned into his arms again. I raised my hand and hugged his waist, but it was not easy to loosen.
He also smiled until she was asleep, so she still liked to hold him.
The next day, tenderness still went when Professor Teng was considering how to let her share with Teng Yun.
Professor Yuan knocked on the door and was very excited to see her. He whispered in her ear, Don’t argue with him about menopause.
With a gentle smile, let the three children behind him enter the house first.
"Grandpa …"
When the three children were unhappy in the past, Professor Teng became happy.
"Ah, ah, ah, oh, my good granddaughter wants to die."
Gentle with professor yuan walked in beside.
"Then I’ll take care of my aunt," said softly.
Professor Teng gave her a look and said nothing.
Professor Yuan went with her to take care of Teng Mei.
"Mom, I’ll do it myself." Professor Yuan said softly when she wiped it.
"We are together," Professor Yuan said sincerely when he looked at her.
Tender is not good to say anything. Nodding, two people brush Teng Mei together.
Later, when I looked at Teng Meimei tenderly, I couldn’t help sighing that Teng Yun still had some similarities with her aunt.
Professor Yuan stopped moving and got up slowly, and his old waist really didn’t work.
"Yes, the eyebrows are really similar, which is why Teng Yun didn’t deal with your feelings after this incident. Since he was a child, he always looked at his aunt with his head held high, and his nature was also somewhat similar."
Gentle and bowed their heads and wiped her back. Now turning over Teng Mei is actually a stressful job, but no matter how much pressure people are still alive, they can carry it through.
If Teng Mei can wake up, it is actually a good thing for Teng Gu and her.
It would be great if Professor Teng could stop hating her through Teng Mei’s awakening.
Professor Yuan looks up at tenderness and seriousness and can’t help sighing.
"What on earth is your life?"
Gentle looks up at Professor Yuan. She said that when she was just ten years old, she had problems at home. She was a rich lady, but in the end she was so bitter and gentle. What do you think mom can do to help you?
"I’m not bitter, and it feels good to be bitter first and then sweet." She said seriously and giggled.
Professor Yuan is looking at the more distressed.
"Burying in this house is also my first step forward." She thought about it and said it again, but it made Professor Yuan laugh.
Later, Professor Yuan went out and sat in front of the bed by herself, watching Teng Mei lying in bed with her eyes closed and motionless. She was gentle and remembered the first time I saw her. At that time, Teng Mei always liked to wear some very enchanting clothes.
Later, I met her in a shopping mall. At that time, I was married to Teng Yun. At that time, Teng Mei was elegant and luxurious. The dress and the personality hat were not true when I looked at it gently.
As if this elegant woman came out of a painting.
Teng’s family has a good face, which is really gentle and sighed.
"Now you are lying motionless in bed, but people who are really worried about you and really want you to wake up are Professor Teng, Professor Teng Yun and Professor Yuan."
She thought Liu Yuping certainly didn’t want Teng Mei to wake up. His heart was in another woman’s body.
"When we first met, we never thought that we would be separated by a life."
"I know how hard Liu Yang’s death hit you. To be fair, if something happened to my child, I would probably be dead, and maybe I would do something more stupid."

He just needs to do his own thing
Then came the King’s Cup.
Valencia drew a good draw, and their opponent was a team in the second division and Group B, Changsheng, who had never heard of this team before-Hersby Thule.
Chang Sheng was making a training plan for this competition when he heard the latest news-Hersby Thule was disqualified and Valencia automatically advanced!
Changsheng paused for a moment to react. The news is true.
Then he had to feel the wonder of the King’s Cup.
In fact, at the turn of the century, the King’s Cup was indeed despised many times.
But this time, obviously, it was not despised.
Because it is impossible for the B team to despise the King’s Cup.
On the contrary, they attach great importance to it.
Then what else will be disqualified?
Because the third round of the King’s Cup is the first round of the home and away system, the home game in Thule, Hersby should be held at their home.
However, the home of Thule, Hersby is too small and the security is worrying. Their opponent is a strong team like Valencia. It is expected that many fans will come to watch the game, which further deepens the Spanish Football Association’s concern about the security of Thule, Hersby.
So they asked Thule, Hersby to change the home court to a neutral venue.
However, Hersby Thule refused this request for his own home ticket income and other considerations
The Spanish Football Association can still kill the disobedient clubs. I think Barcelona refused to participate in the King’s Cup because of the uneven array and was banned by the Spanish Football Association for a while.
Barcelona is still like this. Little Hersby Thule?
When the Spanish Football Association saw that such a small team was so disobedient, it simply announced that Hersby Thule had lost the qualification to participate in the King’s Cup, and Valencia automatically advanced to the first round.
So the winning team has inexplicably become the biggest beneficiary and lucky one in the King’s Cup round.
It’s still very important for Changsheng to miss two King’s Cup matches. He can put more thoughts into the league. At the same time, Valencia players will not wave their strength to increase the risk of injury in two less important King’s Cup matches.
The Spaniards who come to play away from home can naturally send the strongest team to play away from home because they have won such a rest opportunity.
In the end, Valencia defeated the Spaniard on the road 31 and remained unbeaten.
In this game, Ibrahimovic still failed to start, although he played well as a substitute in the league.
But this time he came out a little more.
Because Villa was injured just five minutes at half-time … so Ibrahimovic rushed in.
But he did well. At the last minute, the team scored a goal that completely sealed the victory and helped the team beat the Spaniard 31.
The competitor was injured and scored again in the game. Look, Ibrahimovic, this is going to be restored …
Valencia will challenge Real Madrid in the Bernabeu in the next two games.
Real Madrid will have their revenge moment.
For Chang Sheng, all the media want to see if he can take practical actions to prove his determination to win the championship …
The victory or defeat of a game may not be a problem, but this game is of unusual significance.
Just like when Hertha hit Seville.
If Valencia can retreat from the Bernabeu in an unpractical way, it will definitely boost their confidence in Valencia.
In this way, Valencia can be a guest no matter what kind of opponents and how difficult the situation is.
In addition, to take a 10,000-step back, even if the final score with Real Madrid requires a contest between the two sides, Valencia will be more dominant.
To put it seriously, this game may really be a key battle to determine the ownership of a season champion!
Chapter 10 Take advantage of others
Valencia, which is interspersed in the King’s Cup in China, is now aiming at the league because it is not ready for war.
And it’s the 20th league away game against Real Madrid.
In order to adjust the players’ status, the first two rounds of the league were used as warm-up games

"Xiaohai, thank you!"
Zhou Qian’s face is as rosy as pink.
Then she bowed her head, pointed her lips at Muhai’s lips and kissed them gently.
It was a long time before she looked up and her face was filled with special happiness.
She stood up with a firmer light on her face.
She tied Muhai with a rope on her back, and then she strode forward. "Xiaohai, don’t worry, I will save Sister Xiaoyu and Sister Xiaowen even if I die."
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Zhangwan
Chapter 51 Flame Wei 【 Four Watch 】
Not long after Zhou Qian left, two corpse black fog slowly floated up and finally rose for half a day. Those gray fog surged together regardless of each other.
Somewhere in the Wujing mine
There is a middle-aged man tied to an iron post. Take a closer look. He is Yang Wen’s father-Yang Haolong.
There are dozens of men dressed in black who can’t see clearly around Yang Haolong, and there are more bodyguards around these men.
There are hundreds of these bodyguards, which are brought by the Ning family.
Everyone is there with a serious face
"Hao Long …"
Just then, a woman staggered step by step.
There is still shock in her face.
Look carefully, she is Yang Wen’s mother-Sun Jiesu.
Yang Haolong also seems to have heard the sound. After seeing Sun Jiesu, he couldn’t help but yell, "Jie Su, run, this is not where you come from."
"No, I’m not running, Haolong. Don’t worry, I’ll save you." Sun Sujie said.
A group of people around could not help but reveal a sneer at this.
"Ha ha …"
Many people laughed and their fingers Sun Jiesu looked crazy.
"Aunt, are you here to be funny? Do you want to save him by yourself? "
"Ha ha ….. I think this old woman is crazy and her brain must be sick."
"You are not qualified to let Muhai come to save you."
A group of people shook their heads, and no one believed Sun Jiesu.
Their faces showed disdain and contempt.
"You … you will regret it."
Even if Sun Jie’s quality is no matter how high, his chest fluctuates violently at the moment, and his appearance is ugly.
"Old woman? Is it because you have a flame without temperature? "
A bodyguard came over and his finger Sun Jiesu looked arrogant.
Then the bodyguard did something that made him forgive himself forever because he had no roots.