At night, Jiang Heng was really tired. He fell asleep within a moment of lying on the couch. Geng Shu put the black sword beside the couch and kept his eyes open.
In the middle of the night, when everything was silent, Geng Shu quietly got up and came to the courtyard where he used to practice martial arts.
The rain stopped, the dark clouds receded, revealing the rare bright galaxy in the rainy season.
Geng Shu sat quietly in the courtyard, put the black sword on his knee, and looked up at the sky.
"Father, mother," Geng Shu murmured, "Madam."
The stars reflected in Geng Shu's eyes, this night, no deceased soul came to him.
Geng Shu whispered, "Madam, I didn't protect Heng. It's all my fault."
A pool of still water was full of stars, and Geng Shu sighed deeply, as if he still saw Mrs. Zhao, holding her long hair, couldn't sleep all night, walking through the side yard of Jiang's house in the middle of the night.
It was as if she saw her waiting in Xundong for seven years, seven years. One after another, the spring and autumn passed, the cold came and the summer went back and forth, and the seven years of long torment, finally, after the death of Geng Yuan, Xiang Zhou brought her a qin.
What about Geng Shu? During the years that Mrs. Zhao waited, he lived with his mother in the city of Anyang. Although he lived in poverty, he was happy and happy. His father would come to visit them every ten days, drink some wine and play the piano.
By Jiang Zhao's side, there was only a playful nephew who was not aware of the dangers of the world. At that time, Jiang Heng still naively thought that it would be his whole life.
And now, even this last point has been taken away.
Geng Shu pressed his knees, got up, and was in his room, as if he heard what Mrs. Zhao had said in this courtyard years ago. When Jiang Heng was away that day, Geng Shu practiced the sword alone, and when he was tired, he leaned it on the sword and wanted to take a break.
Mrs. Zhao came behind him and suddenly let out a very light, very light sigh.
At that time, Geng Shu was only ten years old. When he turned his head in doubt, he saw that Mrs. Zhao was calm and stared at the black sword.
"Everyone will go where he should go." Mrs. Zhao suddenly said, "This sword seems to be held by your father, and it entrusts the lives of unknown people. I don't kill the nameless, but from my point of view, killing people is killing people. The purpose of killing people is to live, to live your life, and to live the lives of the world. One day, you will be white. What does the sword mean to you and to Heng?"
Don't kill the unknown... Geng Shu only felt that what he did had really humiliated his father's insistence. The black sword was in his hands, and he followed him to charge into battle. How could he ever miss a chance to use it
On that day, he still didn't know the deep meaning of Mrs. Zhao, but now he is finally clear.
"I know the meaning, I understand." Geng Shu looked towards the Xinghe Mantian, and replied to Mrs. Zhao's sigh eleven years ago, put away the black sword, and went into the room.
The next day, Jiang Heng got up and continued to clean up his yard.
Geng Shu said helplessly, "Just take a break, why are you always busy when you come?"
Jiang Heng said: "I'm happy, you go to practice swordsmanship, leave me alone."
Geng Shu was still very apprehensive on the way to the east. After all, Juicong had always been aware of the reconstruction of the Jiang family mansion. Not only did he know it, but he also sent someone to look for it. The piano used by Geng Yuan—in Anyang City, would they think they had been burned to death
"Fairy Wood"
Since Juicong believes that he is dead, he will definitely hunt down Jiang Heng, and he will never want Jiang Heng to flee to any country. Will he suspect that Jiang Heng went to Xundong and send someone to investigate
Xundong is located at the junction of Zheng and Ying, and it was once a part of the ancient Yue Kingdom. Juicong sent the army to pursue Jiang Heng in a grand manner. First, they defeated the Ying Kingdom and then the Zheng Kingdom. But what if Ruo Juicong revealed Jiang Heng's trace to Prince Ling
no, I can not. Geng Shu knew his former adoptive father very well, and he would never have thought about the possibility of Jiang Heng hiding from Dongdong. Juicong will only predict that Jiang Heng will be desperate to avenge "Geng Shu" who was burned to death. The only way to get revenge is to go to Zheng again. After all, Zheng is also the enemy of Juicong.
The Blood Moon Sect Master slapped himself and fell off the cliff. Did he die
Even if he dies, the killer is very likely to come again, and it must not be taken lightly.
Holding the sword, Geng Shu earnestly recalled what Mrs. Zhao had taught him back then, when he was young and not a little more important, but now, bit by bit, remembering that Jiang Zhao taught him the secrets of martial arts, to the best of the world. , I just hate that he didn't understand anything that year, and could only barely remember.
He wanted to practice the black sword and swordsmanship, looking for the situation in Anyang City during the First World War, but he couldn't settle down. Until the sky starts to drizzle again.
"Heng !" Geng Shu said, "Go to the room, don't catch a cold! It's raining!"
Geng Shu turned around, put away the black sword, and heard Jiang Heng respond.
He pushed the door into the room and saw that Jiang Heng was sorting out the charred relics in the original bedroom where Mrs. Zhao lived. He sorted them into different categories, and his hands were full. Fire ash.
"I'll come," Geng Shu said, "don't get dirty."
"It's okay." Jiang Heng said softly.
The objects in front of him were dug from the burned and collapsed ruins. There were bronze mirrors mottled with rust, jade combs that were broken into pieces, all the things that his mother used in her lifetime. Jiang Heng picked up everything, It was like touching Mrs. Zhao.
"Heng ." Geng Shu said anxiously.
"I'm fine," Jiang Heng smiled, "It's fine."
Geng Shu and Jiang Heng sat together on the , Jiang Heng picked up a broken suet white porcelain cup and said, "Do you remember it?"
"Remember," Geng Shu said, "on the first day, Madam threw the cup inappropriately."
"She hit you with a cup," Jiang Heng said, "I was outside and saw it all."
"Maybe." Geng Shu said.
Jiang Heng said, "But she doesn't hate you. Really, mother is actually a... very gentle person."
"I know," Geng Shu replied, "she is also my mother, Heng."
Geng Shu patted Jiang Heng's head, Jiang Heng smiled sadly, found a pen tube, the wolf was scorched, and after clearing a few pieces of charcoal, he found a broken copper box, the lock had been locked. Burned and twisted.
Geng Shu stared at the copper box, thinking of the day when Mrs. Zhao and Granny Wei left home, leaving them alone. In the early morning of winter, Jiang Heng took out a leather jacket from the box. Now that Mrs. Zhao is in her room, Mrs. Zhao naturally ordered Granny Wei to make it for Geng Shu.
Jiang Heng used a dagger to pry the lock, opened the box and glanced at it.
All the clothes from that year were taken away, and the skin underneath was still there, stained with blood, and it was impossible to see what kind of skin.
Geng Shu was silent.
Jiang Heng said: "I was a little strange that day. What is this? I can wash it and make a lining for your clothes..."
"The day you were born, you wrapped your sackcloth around you." Geng Shu said suddenly.
Jiang Heng: "?"
"It's so bloody!" Jiang Heng looked over and over again, he never knew that his mother had encountered such a hardship when he gave birth to him.
"Heng ." Geng Shu suddenly said.
Jiang Heng put the fox fur rucksack at the bottom of the box, so he looked at Geng Shu.
Geng Shu remained silent, as if after a long time, Jiang Heng asked again, "What's the matter, brother, what do you want to say?"
"It was brought by Jie Gui." Geng Shu said, "Nineteen years ago, he wrapped you in this fox fur and brought you to his wife."
"What?" Jiang Heng didn't understand Geng Shu's words for a while. What did he have to do with Jie Gui when he was a child
Geng Shu didn't dare to look at Jiang Heng, and lowered his head to stare at the piece of skin. He interpreted the situation of the box as God's will. When the time came, he couldn't hide it any longer. No matter how cruel the result was, he had to face it.
Jiang Heng suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracted violently, and unconsciously grabbed Geng Shu's wrist with one hand, and unconsciously exerted force.
"Why is Jie Gui..." Jiang Heng murmured, "I... I wasn't born in Xundong? Why? Brother? What do you know? Tell me!"
Jiang Heng stared blankly at Geng Shu's god, like falling into an ice cave for a moment. Since half a year ago, he has always seen the appearance of Geng Shulu. He doesn't mean it, he just thinks that Geng Shu has something to do. Along the way, Geng Shu has a lot of things to do, even more so. He hesitated several times.
Now, he finally felt some kind of danger lurking behind all this.
It was as if the Jiang family's house would collapse again in the next moment, burying them below, Jiang Heng did not dare to think further.
But Geng Shu spoke up.
"Your birthday is the winter solstice." Geng Shu said, "On the winter solstice, you were born in Luoyan, and Jie Gui smuggled you to protect you. It is not far away, and I will go to Anyang first. I want to take you there. ... entrusted to our father."
"But Dad was so fashionable and... in danger," Geng Shu added, "he was afraid that he would not be able to protect you, so he wrote a letter asking Jie Gui to carry you south and come to Xundong to find your mother. But I don't know why, he didn't give this letter to Jie Gui and let him take it with him."
Geng Shu never looked up. He didn't dare to see Jiang Heng's reaction. Then, he slowly took the letter wrapped in oiled paper from his arms.
"Your biological father... Ju Lang," Geng Shu trembled, slowly removed the oil paper, and said in a trembling voice, "Your mother, King Yong and Queen Jiang Qing, they all thought you were dead back then, your Another name is... Juicy. Your sect is still enshrined in Yongguo Zong Temple, in front of the Xuanwu Throne, Heng... Heng!"
Jiang Heng had already turned around, left the bedroom, rushed down the corridor, watched the rain, and Geng Shu caught up behind him.
"Heng !" Geng Shu's most feared moment finally came, he reached out to hold Jiang Heng's wrist.
"You are my brother," Geng Shu said, "and your parents are still yours, only your life is different from what you always thought, I will always be with me, always be with me. !"
Jiang Heng shivered all over, staring blankly at Geng Shu, his eyes were empty, Geng Shu was overwhelmed and wanted to hug him, Jiang Heng turned around and rushed into the rain.
"Heng Shu!" Geng Shu immediately picked up the black sword and chased after him.
Jiang Heng ran quickly across the long street outside the door, dazedly facing the overwhelming rain, this day was so unfamiliar to him.
Geng Shu did not approach Jiang Heng any more, and followed behind him. Jiang Heng stood up and suddenly shouted, "Don't follow me!"
Jiang Heng's mind was blank, he subconsciously walked forward, Geng Shu stayed an inch, and followed Jiang Heng five steps away.
In the bedroom, a gust of wind blew, and Zhan's letter landed on it.
My wife Akira:
[The situation in Lama Temple is as you and I expected back then, and there are still internal guilt after Ju Lang's death. 】
[After Lingmei gave birth to Juicang, the shaman's medicine and stone were ineffective and could not be saved. Qing was poisoned deeply and passed away. If Juicong really is as I and Jie Gui expected, if he poisons his brother to death, Juicang's son will not be spared. Now the child has been stolen by Jie Gui and dropped off the wild goose, and he is willing to give it to me for foster care. But I'm already blind, and I'm in Anyang again, I'm afraid I won't be able to save...]
"Heng !" Geng Shu followed Jiang Heng in the rain with a deep foot and a shallow foot. Jiang Heng walked aimlessly through the street with the stagnant water.
His body was empty, and for a moment it was as if his soul had left his body, staring blankly at the world.
[He is now handed over to you, as the only blood of Lingmei and Juicang, you can decide whether they live or die. There is a birthmark on the back waist, if the queen mother sees it with her own eyes, she will definitely be able to identify it...]
The letter was just a few lines in a hurry, and it was not finished yet. The ink from nineteen years ago was smeared on the yellowed paper. Geng Yuan may have changed his mind and felt that because of his wife's character, there is no need to say anything. In the end, this letter was still not sent.
In Xundong City, a galloping horse passed by, and Geng Shu immediately grabbed Jiang Heng and blocked him.
The military attache headed by the patrolling team in the city said, "Who?"
Geng Shu stretched his hand behind his shoulder, clenched the hilt of the black sword, and answered in the same voice, "Xundong man!"
The military attache glanced at the person, thinking that Jiang Heng was a girl, and the little girl ran away after a quarrel, so she didn't ask. It rained harder and harder, and Jiang Heng was soaked all over.
"Let's go!" said the military attache.
Lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the person's face, Jiang Heng suddenly felt that the person was a little familiar, and he remembered that he was the city security officer in Xundong.
"Let's go." Geng Shu didn't want to start at this time, so he pulled Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng gradually came to his senses, and his consciousness was coming bit by bit.
The sheriff's horse left, Jiang Heng turned his head to look at Geng Shu, Geng Shu couldn't tell the difference between the tears and the rain on his face, he wanted to kiss Jiang Heng, I'm afraid it would make him more uncomfortable, but Just as people looked at each other, Jiang Heng still had the look that Geng Shu had always been familiar with.
"Heng ."
"Brother." Jiang Heng said softly.
Geng Shu finally let go.
Jiang Heng said: "I... I'm fine, brother, I just... I didn't think about it, I... I never thought about it."
By this time, Jiang Heng finally turned white, and sadness rushed to his head in an instant. He hugged Geng Shu and cried in the rain. Geng Shu hugged him tightly and whispered, "It's alright, it's alright, Heng, the same, all the same."
"It's different," Jiang Heng choked, "I know it's different..."
Just as Geng Shu thought, the huge sadness and emptiness drowned the two of them in an instant, and in this rain, everything changed from now on.
Jiang Heng said that he did not know where the change was, and he had not yet figured it out. It was painful for him, and it was a turning point. But at this moment, Geng Shu's jump, chest, shoulders, and his body temperature had already occurred. subtle changes.
Even though the familiarity between Geng Shu and Jiang Heng remained the same as before, they were reborn at the same time, like butterflies shedding their cocoons, spreading their light wings, chasing gracefully, and flying to the sky.