Feng Ye led them to a cave. At some point, ground wolves sprang out of the mountain one after another, gradually covering the entire mountain. They followed the team through the forest and moved forward.
Feng Ye got off his horse, looked at the entrance of the cave covered by weeds, and said, "Come here, bring a saber."
The guard presented the saber: "Wolf King, let the subordinates come down."
"Give it to me." Feng Ye took the saber and went to chop the weeds.
Yan Sikong said from the side: "Your injury..."
"Apart from my injury!" Feng Ye suddenly turned his head and stared at Yan Sikong, "Apart from my duties as the wolf king, what else do you care about? I make suggestions and solve problems for me, in your eyes it doesn't matter whether I am in the wild or not, but I must be the wolf king, right?"
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye and said calmly, "I'm on your body, I can't see Feng Ye anymore."
Feng Ye stared blankly at Yan Sikong, with unspeakable sadness in his eyes, he lowered his head, pursed his lips, and continued to cut weeds.
Yan Sikong wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't speak, so he asked for a saber to help Feng Ye chop.
After clearing the weeds at the entrance of the cave, the soldiers carried the coffin of the sealed soul into the cave, and Feng Ye also went in. He looked around and said nothing for a long time.
Yan Sikong stood beside the coffin where the soul was sealed, imagining what kind of cute little furry thing it would be when it was just born. Twenty years later, life and death were like a cycle, and it returned to the original point.
Wolves are like this, but people are different.
Feng Ye stretched out his hand, gently stroked the heavy coffin with his slender fingers, and said in a low voice: "I never told you why I chose Hun'er to be by my side."
Yan Sikong said: "No."
"When I was young, I always went to the mountains to play with wolves, and only with wolves. You were the first friend I made." Through the coffin, Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong, "I missed you very much after I came back from Datong. I even begged my father to send me to Datong to find you next year."
Distant memories flashed before his eyes one by one, Yan Sikong thought of the two carefree children galloping on the racetrack, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
"In the end, what I was waiting for was the news that you were exiled to the northwest." Feng Ye shook his head, "Father sent people to the northwest to look for you, and when they found news of your death, I cried for a long time, and I had to go up the mountain to look for those wolves. At that time, my nanny just gave birth to another litter, and Hun'er was the biggest and strongest in that litter, and also the only one, who was not in a hurry to suckle, but wanted to crawl to my side."
Yan Sikong's palm was pressed against the coffin, as if he could feel the warm and thick fur of the one-eyed giant wolf again.
"When I was young, I lied to myself that you were reincarnated into this wolf. When I grew up, I knew it was impossible, but the real you appeared in front of me." Feng Ye's expression was filled with sorrow, " I always feel that you and I are destined to be together for a lifetime, but in fact, only I have been entangled with you for many years."
Yan Sikong lowered his eyelids, his eyes darkened.
Feng Ye is right, they are probably bound for a lifetime, but they are tied for a lifetime, it may not be a good relationship, like them, the sails have gone through a thousand sails, time has passed, I am afraid that the seas were too difficult, how can they return to their youth.
Feng Ye took out the incense burner and offerings, lit three sticks of incense, placed them together in front of the coffin, and said softly: "Hun'er, Sikong and I are here to accompany you tonight, so we should keep watch for you, even though you are a wolf, You don't have to follow human funeral rites, but... I want to be with you in the end."
Yan Sikong also burned three sticks of incense to seal the soul, chanting Buddhist scriptures in his heart.
The guards laid out a bed for them in the small cave, and lit a bonfire. They sat facing the coffin that sealed the soul. Instead, it made them feel exceptionally warm.
The setting sun melted gold, and the evening clouds merged. When the mountains finally returned to darkness, wolves howled one after another, one after another in the forest.
Yan Sikong suppressed his sadness: "They are also here to send souls."
"Yes." Feng Ye turned to look at Yan Sikong, "Do you remember that we also spent a night in the cave with Hun'er."
Yan Sikong also looked at Feng Ye, and the fire light jumped in those dark and deep pupils. Suddenly, he thought, at some point, these eyes receded from the innocence and frivolity of a boy, and became deep and gloomy. I don't know when it started, there is no smile in these eyes anymore.
How long had it been since he had seen Feng Ye smile, not a wry smile, not a sneer, not a mockery, but a heartfelt smile of joy
It's been so long that he can't even remember.
Yan Sikong only felt that his breathing became depressed, he said: "Remember." He will always remember.
He remembered that they were drenched in the heavy rain, the first time they met naked, Feng Ye's playful eyes. That night, every word they said, every look they exchanged was heart-pounding.
Ten years later, the wolf who guarded them at night has fallen into a long sleep. Ten years later, they are sitting next to each other, but there seems to be a galaxy in between.
The saddest tragedy in the world is when a beautiful thing becomes unrecognizable.
At that moment, Yan Sikong only felt sadness coming from it.
Feng Ye was indulging in memories: "It was so good at that time, everything is still there, everything is fine."
Yan Sikong pursed his lips.
Yes, it was so good at that time, Hun'er was still sleeping at his feet at that time, they were still Feng Ye and Yan Sikong at that time, now only King Zhenbei and the "Wall Rider" are left.
Being stabbed by fate, "they" scattered everywhere, and scattered their souls and flesh in every place where they suffered, suffered, and fought, so they could no longer piece together a "self".
They can never find themselves again.
Feng Ye stared blankly at Huo Miao: "It's strange to say, I thought I had everything back then, but now I feel like I have nothing."
"... Feng Ye, you can't want everything."
"Whatever I wanted in the past, I could always get it. You are the only one I want the most, but I can't get hold of it. Even if you are by my side now, I still feel..." Feng Ye said softly, "You One day it will leave me."
Yan Sikong didn't answer.
"During the days when you disappeared, I..." Just recalling those days and nights of suffering, Feng Ye trembled with fear. It was the most desperate, darkest and most painful time in his life, and the memories were enough to make him Heartbroken, "I think, as long as you live, I don't ask for anything, as long as you live."
Feng Ye took a deep breath, suppressed the shaking of his voice, and continued: "I found you later, I thought, as long as you are by my side, even if it's just to look at you, even if it's just to say a word to you, as long as you With you by my side, I am satisfied." He shook his head, "But later, I wanted more and more, but every time I took a step forward, you took three steps back, I racked my brains to think After countless times, you will forgive me for what I have to do."
"Feng Ye, I don't hate you anymore."
"Not enough." Feng Ye stared at his red eyes, "Not enough, I want you to love me."
Yan Sikong frowned deeply.
"I've done everything I can, and I'm willing to do anything you want me to do, but..." Feng Ye smiled wryly, "Are you really going to never fall in love with me again?"
Yan Sikong looked into Feng Ye's eyes, and said hoarsely: "I will stay by your side according to your words, and I would like to assist you for the rest of my life, isn't that enough?"
"Not enough." Feng Ye's face flickered under the light of the fire, "Especially because I know why you stayed, I feel it's not enough."
"... I don't understand what you said."
"You're so smart, don't you really understand? Last night, I had a long talk with my uncle. He said he was extremely disappointed in me. He asked me to kneel in front of the ancestor's spirit and count the mistakes I made." Feng Ye's eyes Slowly becoming popular, "He said that my road to Beijing was piled up with the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of families, including his son who died in battle, but I gave up."
Yan Sikong let out a breath, like a person who has been holding back underwater for a long time and finally managed to catch his breath. He looked at Feng Ye with a complex expression that was difficult to express in words, and he said, "Do you regret it?"
Feng Ye glared at Yan Sikong fiercely with his red eyes: "This is what you really want to say to me. You thought I would regret it, you always thought that I would regret saving Liaodong for you, and I would regret saving Liaodong for you. You gave up the world, you have been waiting in your heart for me to tell you that I regret doing everything for you, right?"
Yan Sikong's eyes flickered, and he couldn't look directly at Fengye's eyes.
"That's why you have been so cautious all day long. You hide yourself and pretend to be a loyal servant to take care of me. You are worried that one day I will blame you for all my mistakes, so you do everything possible to make up for it elsewhere. I don't want to owe me, that's what you think in your heart, that's why you stay, isn't it!"
Yan Sikong clenched his fists secretly, and looked at Feng Ye without blinking: "Don't you regret it? Even if not now, in the future, who dares to say that he will have no regrets for life."
Feng Ye laughed mockingly: "Regret? If I were to go back to the time when I was eighteen and choose whether to meet you again, I would still choose you, or I would go all the way to you. Don't you believe in fate? Isn’t it fate? So at that time when Zhuo Letai’s army was besieging the city, Chen Yu led the troops to march into Guangning. Between you and the world, I chose you 11 million times, and I still choose you, because I can only choose you Live together, or die with you, from that moment on, I knew that you were right when you said that Chen Yu was more suitable than me to be an emperor..." His gaze was as sharp as a wolf, "Because as long as it is for you, I will seal the wilderness. No regrets."
Yan Sikong's head was shaken, he opened his mouth, his brows were gradually drawn together: "I just..."
"You hide yourself, you don't want to show your true feelings to me, you seem to want to arrange everything for me, and then you are ready to retreat at any time, do you really think I didn't notice it?!" Speaking of the excitement, Feng Ye felt a sharp pain in his heart, his expression changed suddenly, and he unconsciously covered the wound.
"Feng Ye." Yan Sikong quickly supported him: "Stop talking, you..."
"I want to say." Feng Ye stared into the depths of his eyes, "You don't say anything, you don't want to give me a single word of truth, so let me tell you, I want to see, you Feng Qingyun When will the light mask be taken off!"
Yan Sikong froze, he was shocked by the persistence in Feng Ye's eyes, those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his body and see the fear and cowardice deep in his soul.
Those firm, fearless, and unreserved eyes kept looking at Yan Sikong, and Feng Ye asked word by word: "Do you want to leave?"
Yan Sikong swayed, his lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.
Feng Ye's pupils were suddenly stained with boundless despair. He pointed at the coffin of the sealed soul with trembling fingers, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "In front of Hun'er's coffin, do you dare to tell the truth? You have always I want to leave, every day when I'm by my side, I think about when and how to leave me."
Yan Sikong closed his eyes to barely stop the tears from falling down.
That's right, he felt that Feng Ye would regret it. One day, Feng Ye would regret that he gave up the great country and the ambition of Lingyun for the sake of a mere person. In the future, when Feng Ye finally wakes up one day and finds that he is just an ordinary person, and those obsessions and obsessions disappear in an instant, Feng Ye will resent him.
People always say that there is no regret in playing chess, but until the end of the game, they don't know that there is really no regret.
When will Fengye's "regret" come? For the rest of his life, he waited like walking on eggshells for Feng Ye to regret his move, so it would be better for him to end the game early, so that at least he wouldn't have to see Feng Ye's eyes of hatred and blaming him again.
There was no way he could go through it again.
Yan Sikong's silence already revealed everything, Feng Ye only felt that ten thousand arrows pierced his heart, and that was all. He was in so much pain that he was overwhelmed, and the pain was so painful that he wished he could die. He wanted to eat the person in front of him one bite at a time. Perhaps only in this way can he stay by his side forever, he was shattered by a surge of great sadness, when he came back to his senses, he pressed Yan Sikong under his body, ruthlessly He plundered those soft and affectionate lips fiercely.
When their lips and teeth collided, they both tasted the strong smell of blood, but no one could tell who was injured, because the heartache overwhelmed everything, they were dominated by a crazy thought, and they were in so much pain that they could not Panting, they are like beasts, without consciousness and thinking, which is enough to overturn Jiangshan's brain, leaving nothing but blankness.
They kissed with such force that they wanted to tear each other apart.
Feng Ye tore at Yan Sikong's clothes, he wanted to tear apart all obstacles that prevented him from entering Yan Sikong's heart, even if it was flesh and blood, even if it was bone marrow, even...
Suddenly, he was stunned.