When Tang Mengli found Feng on the rooftop, Feng was already drunk and unconscious. The wine bottle poured on the floor and his mouth full of chattering were no longer tears. The blood-red liquid rushed out of his eyes, and the raging sadness eroded. The last touch of sanity. Feng clenched the bottle tightly, as if that was the only thing he could grasp. For several days, he did not speak, cry, or laugh. It was not until Jing Muya coldly watched Jing Muya clean up the endgame of the war, and then he quietly disappeared in front of everyone, found this familiar rooftop, and relied on alcohol. Come to numb the painful self. He needs to forget, he needs to escape, he needs a person to have a wound quietly, and a person to get drunk.
Feng didn't want to be sober, nor dared to be sober, he didn't know how to face a world without Liangzi. Alcohol and hangovers are the best escapes. There is no thinking, no feelings, and time is stopped because of this, go to his world, go to his responsibility, and go to his sorrow! But in such a world, there is also no Ryoko!
Tang Mengli was also injured, dragging Feng quite hard at this time. The wound burst again because of the force, and a stream of heat slowly seeped from the wound, dripped into the heart, and overflowed from the eye socket. Born in Tangmen, she was accustomed to death. But don't know what happened, Tang Mengli felt heartache when he watched the comrades around him fall to the ground one by one. Especially when he watched Feng drunk alone on the rooftop, Tang Mengli finally understood the feeling that he had never realized. The disciples of the Tang Sect have no emotions. They know how to suppress their emotions, how to hide their expressions, and even have been trained to kill emotions. However, here in Feng, Tang Mengli found for the first time what a person should have. All kinds of experiences, the despair of losing friends is so strong, so sad.
The friends who had been joking together a few days ago now only have an unburnt body, a memory left in everyone's hearts, and a name, a weapon that belongs to him, nothing more. Human beings are as fragile as beautiful crystals, and frustration is always accompanied by the breaking of dreams and the end of life, such as Liangzi, Tang Zhengchen, and Xiaodian, and perhaps the same is true for himself. Death is not far away from the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes people are not afraid of death, the rivers and lakes people are afraid of no companions, no goals, and no faith. The Shroud of Loess Wrapped Horse Leather is the home of the people of the rivers and lakes, but if they can't find their own pursuit and belief, the rivers and lakes are still there, but I don't know where I am lost.
Tang Mengli now understands why Tang Zhengchen, the ghost of the golden sheep of the past, fought so hard to help Daijunchou in a fatal blow. No reason or thinking is needed. There are no Daijunchou and 28xu on the battlefield, only brothers and comrades-in-arms. The mutual trust determines that we dare to face the most ferocious enemy with confidence, because the direction of the back is guarded by brothers, the dark arrow that strikes is blocked by comrades, and the sudden danger is carried by life. Perhaps what attracts Feng is his ideal for everyone, perhaps his hope for the world, perhaps his belief, his morality, but for Tang Mengli, Feng makes this world lacking warmth a little more humane, so She chose him without hesitation. She is a woman. She doesn't need to emphasize so much carelessness. The feeling of a woman is always the first basis for judgment. She feels warm and reassuring to Feng and Dai Jun.
Putting the drunk Feng on the bed gently, Tang Mengli turned around and treated his bleeding wounds properly. He twisted a handful of hot towels and wiped Feng's face. Feng suddenly grabbed him. With his wrist, Feng would always grab something when he was not awake. Last time he slept with a little hand. Now thinking about starting point, Tang Meng couldn’t help feeling sad. The child who couldn’t even grasp love had the most Kind heart, smile, watching and dedication are the three most important words in her life. She smiled and accompanies Feng to finish her life, quietly watching the love between Feng and Lin, and dedicated her life for her lover. There must also be a sentimental heart, but everyone sees a smiling happy fruit. Those peaceful purple pupils still accompany Dai Junchou to see this unrecognizable world clearly for Feng.
"Don't leave my girl again." Feng spit out these words like a babble, leaving behind a night of silence. Tang Mengli let Feng hold his hand and leaned against the bed, finally falling asleep deeply.
When Tang Mengli woke up again, he found himself lying on Feng's big bed with a quilt, and the owner of this bed was not in the house. When she found him, Feng was smoking cigarettes on the balcony with his back on his back, one by one. The curling green smoke took away Feng's depression. The eyes of Feng who turned around were still sad, but they were bright and not the confusion of yesterday.
He is Feng and Dai Junchoi. He is still Liangzi's brother. He has to finish the things that the brothers did not have time to do, and he has to keep going. He can be sad but has no right to sink into it. He has to be responsible for his promises, for his beliefs, for the living and dead brothers, for them and them, and for the world. He is Dai Junchou, and he is Feng.
"You were so tired last night that you didn't sleep well. I'm so sorry." Feng smiled apologetically, and Tang Meng's eyes were so rimmed that he was quite self-blaming.
"It's nothing, you'll be fine." Looking at Feng who was back to normal, Tang Meng was indescribably happy.
"There is breakfast in the living room outside. Take a good rest after eating it. Some days will be busy." Feng wanted to speak again, he didn't want to involve this girl in the battle now.
Tang Mengli Bingxue is smart, and she has learned a lot from Feng's unfinished words. At this time, Liu's eyebrows raised and her face was angry: "I am your sister, and I am still the ghost golden sheep in the twenty-eight nights!" Tang Mengli stared at him. Feng's eyes reflected his pretty face in the purple pupils, "Even if you die in battle, it is better than dying miserably in a boudoir."
This answer was really expected by Feng. After waving his hand, Feng didn't want to say anything, but when he pushed the door out in Tang Meng, he whispered: "Then promise me, don't abandon me like them." Picking up the files in a hurry, never looking out the door again.
When Tang Mengli pushed the door to go out, he happened to hear this expression of true feelings, and his heart was mixed. She didn’t have to go to the battlefield. Her brother died, and she died. Even Liangzi died for Feng. It’s my turn to protect Feng next time. Although she is not strong, although she is only in her early twenties, But he cares about me, maybe he loves me, that's enough.