Yan Sikong rode his horse and rushed out of the city in one breath. No one dared to stop him along the way, and he couldn't see anyone in his eyes. Countless thoughts were jumbled in his mind, which made him have a splitting headache.
After leaving the city, he kept urging the horse to run fast. He didn't know how long it had been running. His legs with the horse's belly were already trembling, and his straight waist was even more sore and numb. But he refused to stop. The extremely fast Mercedes-Benz seems to be able to melt himself into the wind, making him disappear into the world like a wisp of smoke without any worries.
How good would it be if people were really as free and easy as the wind
He ran aimlessly, as if he didn't care where he went as long as he could escape the city behind him that worried him.
Yan Sikong ran for more than ten miles in one breath, his whole body was so weak from running straight, his heart was about to pop out of his throat, and his right hand was about to lose strength to hold the reins.
Suddenly, a young man appeared on the road ahead, walking down the mountain with a large stack of dry firewood on his back. The distance between a man and a horse was less than ten feet away. With a whistling sound, the front hooves jumped up on the spot, and the horse almost stood upright. Under the horrified gaze of the little woodcutter, Yan Sikong fell off the horse and rolled into the grass.
The physical body collided with the solid ground. Apart from the pain, there was also the world spinning. Everything in the world was upside down in his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't even tell what was real and what was fake, and whether he was dead, alive, or a walking corpse.
He lay on his back, staring blankly at the blue sky above his head, but his vision became more and more blurred.
"Young Master, Young Master." A voice timidly sounded from the side, "Are you all right?"
Yan Sikong heard the voice, but he didn't even blink his eyes, because what gradually emerged in front of his eyes was a person's face, Feng Ye's face, which he loved and hated, and which he would never forget in his whole life.
"Ah, son." The boy said fearfully, "Where are you hurt? Don't cry, I'll go to the city and find a doctor for you."
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Yan Sikong stretched out his hand in a daze, and wiped his face lightly, his palm was wet. He was stunned for a moment, and then his heart ached, and tears poured down without warning, completely covering everything in front of him.
He curled up in the grass like a child, crying bitterly. In his memory, since Yuan Mao was murdered, he had never cried so presumptuously and recklessly. At this moment, it seemed that he was about to pour out the tears that had been stored for twenty years at once. .
He couldn't even tell why he was crying, or that there were too many things he should cry to list. He only knew that he had endured it for too long, suppressed it for too long, and restrained it for too long, and now he was finally unable to support it, and finally released it completely.
It was at this moment that he finally felt like a human being, instead of hiding himself in this hypocritical body called "Yan Sikong", or in other words, at this moment when he exposed himself without any scruples, he finally felt like a human being. I found my "self".
He doesn't want to pretend, hide, or deceive himself anymore, he wants to live for himself once, even just once, he dares to admit that there is still a desire in his heart, he still... still longs for a little bit of happiness.
Even an unbearable person like him, after being in the dark for a long time, yearns for light more and more.
Feng Ye was that ray of light, even though he had been severely burned, the young man who had filled his heart with tenderness and joy was still the only light in his heart.
But he clearly saw that Feng Ye was going out, how could he let Feng Ye go out, it would be like erasing his past as well.
Why, why did they become what they are now
Yan Sikong didn't know how long he cried, and even fell asleep in the grass, until the cool breeze woke him up, and he opened his eyes, and found that the sky was dim, and the sun was about to set.
He barely wanted to get up from the ground, but his body couldn't exert much strength, and finally stood up swaying. Through his red and swollen eyes, he saw his horse grazing not far away.
He was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but look towards the due west direction - Datong City. In fact, he had already run too far, and could not see anything except the weeds all over the mountain, but he was familiar with every brick and tile of that city, not to mention the people in that city.
After a long time, he went over and got his horse, and walked to Shiting not far away.
He tied the horse to the horse stone outside the stone pavilion, while he sat on the stone bench and waited quietly.
Seeing the red sun gradually setting, and the twilight slowly engulfing the earth, Yan Sikong didn't move at all, just waited.
Before the last ray of sky light disappeared, Yan Sikong suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes.
Turning his head and looking, a red horse was running towards him. The man on the horse was wearing armor and a helmet, majestic and majestic. He was only riding alone, but he was full of domineering and killing spirit.
His eyes were hot, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
That horse is the Tianshan Horse King he named himself, and that man is... his man.
Zui Hong ran to the stone pavilion, stopped her pace, and a group of cavalry behind her stopped in the distance.
Feng Ye turned over and got off the horse, half of his face was covered by the shadow cast by the helmet, making it difficult to distinguish his expression, but the slightly pursed lip line already revealed his tense emotions.
Yan Sikong stood up, walked out of the stone pavilion step by step, and stood facing Feng Ye.
Feng Ye clenched the hilt of the sword so hard that his fingers creaked. He asked softly, "Why didn't you leave?"
Yan Sikong asked back: "Why did you come?"
"You want King Zhenbei." Feng Ye stepped forward and said hoarsely, "What King Zhenbei wants, he will get. King Zhenbei will never let you go."
Yan Sikong stared at Fengye for a long time, then suddenly sneered.
Feng Ye didn't move at all, just looked at Yan Sikong, his bright eyes flickering.
Yan Sikong walked slowly in front of Fengye, and looked into his eyes: "Are you going to backtrack?"
Feng Ye lowered his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice suddenly became gentle: "Where are you going, at least, at least tell me, where are you going."
"Tell you, then what?"
Feng Ye raised his eyes and looked directly at Yan Sikong, with a look of weeping: "Don't I even deserve to know where you are? Even, even a glance from a distance makes you disgusted?"
Yan Sikong sighed heavily, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and took off Feng Ye's helmet.
Feng Ye was stunned.
Yan Sikong threw the heavy headgear aside, stared at Fengye's eyes without blinking: "Ask me again."
"… what?"
"Ask me why I didn't leave."
Feng Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Yan Sikong stiffly.
"Just ask."
Feng Ye opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.
Yan Sikong held his mouth and smiled, then his eye circles turned red immediately, he choked up and said: "I guess, you will come to me, if you go too far, it will not be good for your injury."
Feng Ye bit his lip, and his tall body trembled slightly.
Yan Sikong raised his hand, and caressed Fengye's face hesitantly, cautiously, and carefully: "I... can't worry about you. Even if everyone in this world only recognizes King Zhenbei, I still remember that you are Fengye , Whether you are the king or the rogue, or a prisoner on death row, you are a wilderness in my heart, and I treat you as the same."
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong incredulously, with tears in his eyes: "You said... what... Konger, what did you say?"
Yan Sikong showed a crying and smiling expression: "Feng Ye, this time, you have to really treat me well, otherwise..."
Feng Ye suddenly hugged Yan Sikong into his arms, hugged him tightly, and burst into tears, "Kong'er...Kong'er..." He waited for this moment, as if he had waited his whole life, he thought he would He will never wait, he thought that after today, he would completely sink into the abyss of pain, he thought... He even suspected that he was dreaming, so that he couldn't say anything except calling this crazy name .
If this was a dream, he would never wake up until he died. The past is still vivid in his memory, and he clearly knows that the world without Yan Sikong is the real nightmare.
Yan Sikong also had tears all over his face, and his heart was filled with grief. He hugged Fengye back, his chest was broad and warm, just like before, it was the most reassuring place in the world for him, even though the relationship between the two of them was completely changed later, he never forgot all that Fengye gave him .
Later, he also resisted and escaped, but in the end he couldn't escape the bondage with Fengye for the rest of his life.
If this is what they are destined for, and he admits it, even if there are thorns all over the front, even if there are traps buried somewhere, he will not hesitate.
Feng Ye is like a drowning man grasping at straws, holding Yan Sikong tightly and refusing to let go, as if he is afraid that if he lets go, all of this will turn into moonlight in the water and disappear.
Now that he has grasped it, he will never let go again.
"Konger, I will... I will do my best to treat you well, I..." Feng Ye broke down in tears.
Yan Sikong closed his eyes.
He remembered Feng Ye asking him what he wanted.
It's not that he doesn't want many things, but he just doesn't dare to want them. He knows too well how painful and desperate it is to gain and lose them. It's better not to get them in the first place.
But this person he hugged, this person, whom he had devoted his entire life to, even if he had once filled him with resentment, was no match for the deep love he had back then. He could not completely forget it by all means. It is really their fate, he accepts his fate, no matter what the future holds.
Feng Ye's body began to shake, his weight tilted towards Yan Sikong, Yan Sikong seemed to wake up from a dream, he stabilized his foot, and said worriedly: "You, what's wrong with you? Is it a wound... Let me see you hurt!"
Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to it, and only murmured "Kong'er", these two words were like his amulet for protection, he yelled over and over again, as if confirming that Yan Sikong was really in his arms. His body fell down more and more weakly.
"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye tightly and shouted, "Come on!"
Feng Ye smiled with tears in his eyes: "I'm fine, I won't be fine again, I want to... watch you every day, Konger, you know, you are my... fate."
Yan Sikong said hoarsely: "Then live on, if you dare to do such stupid things again, I will never forgive you!"
"Don't dare." Feng Ye's voice became weaker and weaker, "I want to live...to die with you." He couldn't hold on anymore, fell into Yan Sikong's arms, and passed out.