Nanping Valley.
It was late at night, and fresh snow was rustling outside the hut.
In the past few days, Mo Ran's injury has become more and more serious, even if Chu nightning uses the flower soul sacrifice technique to heal him, it will have little effect.
In the afternoon, he woke up vaguely once, but his consciousness was still not clear. He narrowed his eyes and saw Chu Wanning. He just cried. He said sorry, and said not to go. , and finally burst into tears.
He's been dreaming, he's been traveling through his turbulent years.
For a while, he thought that he had just been picked up by Xue Zhengyi, and for a while he thought that he was in the five years when he lost Chu Wanning.
The only thing he can't dream of is the memory that has been taken away by the eight bitter and eternal hate flowers. I can't dream of all his sacrifices, all his protection, all his innocence.
"Ink burns..." With a bowl of freshly cooked porridge, Chu Wanning came to his bedside.
The porridge is barely edible, it belongs to the craftsmanship of the previous life.
He sat down beside the couch, raised his hand, and touched the burning forehead.
Very hot.
He called him, but he couldn't wake up. Chu nightning waited, and when the porridge was getting colder and colder, he felt that he couldn't do this anymore, so he kept the porridge warm again.
He doesn't know when Mo Ran will wake up, but if he wakes up, he can always eat something right away.
"It's boiled with chicken soup, you like it the most." Chu nightning whispered to him, and the spiritual power spells that keep the heart beating have never been broken, but the ink can't wake up.
If he can't wake up, it means that once his spiritual power is cut off, maybe he will never open his eyes again.
There is absolutely no way to be saved.
But not reconciled, how can I be reconciled.
The ink is still alive, and he still has a breath even though it is so weak. These days, the sun, the moon, the morning and the dusk, Chu nightning stayed by his side, watching his chest still ups and downs, he felt that there was still hope, and everything could be turned back.
are still in time.
Chu nightning still remembers that one night, the ink burned and woke up in a daze. At that time, there was no light in the room, and the ink burned stared at the candlestick, and the dry lips had been moving slightly.
He was very excited at the time, and he was busy holding the ink-burning hand and asked him: "What do you want to say?"
"… lamp… "
"what?"
"...lamp...want the light..." Mo Ran looked at the candlestick that he was destined to be unable to light, and tears fell down his cheeks, "I want the light to be on..."
At that moment, time overlapped.
It seems to go back to that year. When I first apprenticed to the teacher, Mo Ran was sick, and the skinny boy was curled up on the bed, always groggy.
When Chu nightning went to visit him, he whimpered and called A Niang.
Not knowing how to coax, Chu nightning sat on the side of the boy's bed, hesitantly raised his hand, and touched the boy's forehead.
The skinny child cried and said, "The black... are all black... A-niang... I want to go home..."
In the end, it was Chu Wanning who lit the candlestick, and the bright fire illuminated the four walls and also illuminated the face of Chu Wanning. As if feeling the warmth of the light, the child with a high fever opened a pair of dark eyes that were still soaked with water vapor.
"Master..."
Chu night Ning agreed, twisted the quilt for him, his voice was low, and it sounded very gentle: "The ink burns, the light is on... Don't be afraid."
After many years, Yidou Lonely lit up again, and the warm yellow halo filled the hut, dispelling the endless darkness and coldness.
Chu nightning stroked his hair and called him hoarsely: "The ink is burning, the light is on."
He wanted to continue saying, don't be afraid.
But the throat was choked, and I couldn't say it anymore. Chu nightning couldn't hold back tears, but after all, it was against the ink burning forehead, broken and sobbing: "... The light is on, you wake up, okay?"
"You take care of me, okay..."
Lanterns, candles and tears are a dream, this lamp has been burning, from the bright and clear, until the oil is exhausted.
Later, the sky was bright, and the fish belly was white outside the window, and the ink burned and still did not open his eyes. The days when a single lamp could wake up a sleeping boy are over.
never look back.
Three more nights.
These days, Chu Wanning has been staying by his bed every day, taking care of him, accompanying him, losing to his spiritual power, and telling him about the things he forgot.
In the evening of this day, the twilight snow had stopped, and a red sun was shining outside the window, and the setting sun was shining on the earth. A squirrel leaped over the snow-covered branches, causing the white pears to rustle and dance down.
The man lying on the couch was illuminated by this generous twilight, and the sunset added blood to his pale and haggard face. Under his thin eyelids, his pupils turned slightly - and then, when the twilight was about to close, he slowly opened his eyes.
After several days of serious illness and drowsiness, Mo Ran finally woke up.
He opened his eyes, his eyes were still blank and empty, until he saw that Chu Wanning was tiredly lying on the edge of his couch.
The ink burned hoarsely and murmured: "Master..."
He was lying in the depths of the quilt, and his consciousness slowly returned to the cage. Slowly, he vaguely recalled what Chu nightning said to him repeatedly between half-awake and half-sleep.
A glass of wine in the Mid-Autumn Festival, a begonia handkerchief... and the red lotus water pavilion that year, the eight bittersweet flowers that he planted for him.
Is it a dream
Is it because he is too eager for redemption to dream that Chu nightning told him these stories, is it because he hopes to go back too much, that he dreams that Chu nightning is willing to forgive him and forgive him.
He turned his face and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the man sleeping beside the couch, but his fingertips did not touch it, but he shrank back.
He was afraid that if he touched it, his dream would be shattered.
He is still in the Tianyin Pavilion, still kneeling on the confession platform, and below are the spectators who are shouting from the mountains and seas. He knelt alone in front of thousands of people. In his eyes, those people eventually became one after another indistinct face, one after another of the ghosts who once died in his hands, screaming and smiling at him. He asked for his life.
No one wanted him, no one saved him.
It's his brazenness, his wolf ambition, his madness, and his illusion that Chu Wanning will come - in the pain of digging his heart, he is imagining the last fire in the world.
fake.
No one has ever cut off the iron chains, no one has ever embraced him, no one has ever come from the wind, no one has ever taken him home.
The eyelashes trembled, he was in tears, staring at the sleeping face of Chu nightning, he did not dare to blink, until the eyes were finally hazy, until the tears finally fell.
The reflection of Chu Wanning was broken into tens of thousands of Huaguang, and he rushed to see his good dream again.
The dream is still there.
The ink burned and lay on the bed, the eyelashes were wet, the throat was choked, and there were tears streaming down the corners of the eyes... The heart was very painful, and the blood had been leaking out. He was afraid of waking up Chu Wanning, who had finally slept for a while, so he bit his lips. been crying silently.
He woke up, but his body was clear to him. He knew it was only temporary, it was a return to light.
It is also God's last mercy on him.
He Mo Weiyu was worried for most of his life, and he was crazy all his life. Full of blood and notoriety, it was not until the end that he was convicted of injustice. Therefore, he felt very at a loss, even a little uneasy.
He didn't know if it was lucky or unfortunate.
Unfortunately, the two lives together are ridiculous.
Fortunately, the rest of his life can be peaceful.
But how long will he have the rest of his life? one day? two days
It was a good day he traded his life for.
—It was a time of peace that I had never had before.
Later, when he heard the movement of Chu Wanning's awakening, he hurriedly wiped his tears, and he didn't want the master to see him crying.
The ink burned and turned his head, looking at the person beside the couch with his eyelashes trembling, looking at the person beside the couch with his phoenix eyes stretched, and looking at the person beside the couch and seeing himself in the eyes.
The golden crow sinks outside the window, and the Big Dipper turns.
He heard Chu night Ning whispered: "Ink... burning?"
The voice was low and gentle, like a spring sprout breaking the ground, the glacier beginning to dissolve, and it was like the temperature of the wine on the small red clay stove reached the third level. It was the sound of nature that he would never forget in his life. The ink burned so quiet for a while, and then smiled.
"Master, I'm awake."
There is no wind and snow in the clear night, and the rest of my life is very long.
On this night, in the deep valley of Nanping Mountain, Mo Ran finally waited for the most relaxed and soft time in his life. He woke up, and he could see the surprise and sadness in the corners of Chu Ning's brows and eyes. He woke up, he was leaning on the couch, and it was up to Chu nightning to say and do what to him, and it was up to Chu nightning to tell him about such and such experiences and misunderstandings.
It doesn't matter to him.
He just wanted to last longer, longer.
"I'll take another look at the wound."
"Don't look at it." Mo Ran smiled and held Chu nightning's hand, took it over and kissed it gently, "I'm fine."
After several rejections, Chu nightning looked at him, as if he suddenly understood something, and the blood on his face faded little by little.
The ink burned and said softly and calmly: "It's really okay."
Chu nightning did not answer, after a while, he got up and walked to the hearth. The firewood in there has gradually extinguished, and he left the ink to burn a back, and slowly fiddled in front of the fire.
The fire was lit and lit up again. The whole house was warm later, but Chu nightning did not look back. He still used the tongs to fiddle with the firewood that did not need to be fiddled with.
"Porridge… "
Finally, he spoke hoarsely.
"The porridge has been warm until you wake up."
The ink burned for a moment, and he lowered his eyes and smiled: "... I haven't had the porridge cooked by Wanning for a long time. In my last life, you left, and I never drank it again."
"It's not cooked." Chu nightning said, "I still won't, probably... that is, barely able to enter..." His tail was a little trembling, and it seemed that he couldn't go on.
Chu night Ning paused for a long time before slowly saying: "I'll give you a bowl."
The ink burned and said: "...Okay."
It was warm in the house, and as the night turned dark, the snow began to fall intermittently outside.
The ink burned holding the porridge bowl, drank it carefully, took a few sips, looked at Chu Wanning, then lowered his head and took a few sips, and then took a look at Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning asked: "What's wrong? Is there any discomfort?"
"No." Mo Ran said softly, "I just want to... see you more."
"..." Chu nightning didn't say a word, and took the silver dagger to tick the grilled fish on the fire pond, the stream fish that melted in the mouth, but there were still thorns, he picked out the thorns, and the snow-white fish was finely subdivided.
When he used to eat, Mo Ran always took care of him.
Now the same goes upside down.
He handed the cut fish to Mo Ran and said, "Eat it while it's hot."
The ink burns and eats very obediently.
When the man was leaning on the couch and wrapped in a quilt, he didn't look so tall. The orange fire reflected on his face, very young.
At this time, Chu nightning suddenly realized that in fact, whether it is stepping on Xianjun or Mo Zongshi, he is a full ten years younger than him.
But experienced so much hardship.
After the ink burned the porridge, he poked the fattest piece of fish and wanted to hand it to Chu Wanning to eat, but he was stunned for a moment: "Master, what's the matter with you?"
Chu nightning lowered his head, his eyes were slightly red, he calmed his mind, and then said lightly: "It's nothing, I just feel the wind and cold."
He was afraid that if he sat again, he would lose control of himself, so he stood up abruptly: "I'll check around, you can rest early after you eat. When the injury heals, I'll take you back to the top of life and death. "
Both of them knew that the so-called improvement was nothing but a return to the light, and all the warmth was running out.
But they are talking about tomorrow, talking about the future. It seems that the next few decades will be hurriedly packed into this night, and all the stars in the future will be passed away in this snowy night.
After Chu nightning left, the ink burned in front of the fire and sat for a while, then he unbuttoned his clothes and looked down at the hideous scar on his chest.
Then he froze for a while, feeling empty.
Nanping night snow.
The fluttering outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the ink burns I don't know when it will deteriorate sharply, and I don't know when my life will end. He was lying beside the bed, looking at the snow outside, the wind howling in his ears, he suddenly felt that his life was like the turbulent wind at this moment, and everything yesterday passed by.
In fact, in a previous life, or in this life, there are always smart people like this who are planning and playing games.
Whether it is a master or a teacher, one of them wants to protect him, the other wants to harm him, but they all have their own plans, even if they fail to succeed in the end, they all have long-term plans.
Mo Ran is different from them. He is the kind of dog that is stupid to death. He doesn't have any thoughts of twists and turns, and he doesn't know how to step by step and put the pieces beautifully. He will only honestly guard the person he loves, even if he is beaten to the point where his skin is torn apart and his injuries are visible, he will stubbornly stand in front of that person and will not leave.
This kind of person is brave when it sounds good.
It sounds ugly, it's stupid.
This very stupid man crouched by the window lattice, his eyelashes fluttered, and suddenly he saw a familiar shadow standing under the same plum tree.
Chu nightning did not go to inspect, this is just an excuse for him.
He stood under the flower tree, the distance was too far, the wind and snow were too fast, and the ink burned naturally could not see any expression on his face, only his vague silhouette could be seen. Standing alone in the heavy snow that covered the sky, motionless.
What was he thinking about
Is he cold
he…
"Master."
In the snow, Chu Wanning turned back and saw that in the dark night, in the frost and snow, the young man in black was wearing a quilt, and he didn't know when he had come behind him.
Chu nightning was shocked and immediately said: "Why did you come out like this? What did you come out for? Come back quickly-"
"Go." Before he could say it, a burst of warmth enveloped him.
The ink on the quilt lifted the quilt up, it was dark and warm, and he also caged Chu Wanning into the quilt.
The two of them stood under the old plum tree, in a thick quilt that had not been used for a long time and had a musty smell no matter how it was dried. No matter how heavy the snow outside or how fast the wind was, it had nothing to do with the two of them.
The ink burned and hugged him in this warmth and darkness: "Don't think about it, although I don't remember the things the master said, but..."
He paused, first kissed Chu nightning's forehead, and then whispered: "But if I go back and experience it again, I will still do it."
"… "
"And." He was holding the quilt, rubbing and grabbing the cold hand of Chu nightning, "Master, you don't have to feel sad. In fact, I think the teacher is right, and the eight bitter and eternal hate flowers just put my heart. Those ideas, those unseen ideas, were inspired to come true."
Fingers crossed.
The ink burned against his forehead: "I originally had a lot of hatred in my heart, but I didn't vent it out when I was a child. Slaughtering Confucianism... I thought about it. Dominating the world, I also thought about it. It's ridiculous, I'm in When I was five or six years old, hiding in a dilapidated house, I imagined that one day I would be able to call the wind and call the rain and spread beans and become an army. These are my own thoughts, and no one has imposed them on me.”
He stroked Chu nightning's face: "So, if the person who was hit by Gu was the master, you may not become a heinous tyrant like me. You will not be used, let alone. You will be punished by Tianyin Pavilion." He laughed deeply, rubbing his forehead to comfort him, "You are not replaced by me, don't think about it, go back to the room and go to sleep."
The bed is very narrow, and the ink burns holding him.
The moment that should come is always getting closer and closer, and there is always no escape.
The ink burning consciousness began to blur and slack again, and the colic of the heart was even worse than any time before. The return to light will not last for too long. It was the same when the mother died. He knew that his time was running out.
He had thick eyelashes hanging down, the fire in the hearth was already dim at the moment, and the dim yellow light reflected on his young and handsome face, which was extraordinarily gentle.
This stupid man probably saw the pain in Chu nightning's eyes, so he endured his own discomfort and said with a smile: "Does it look good?"
Chu nightning really froze for a moment: "What?"
"Scar." Mo Ran said, "Men man, a few scars will taste."
Chu nightning was silent for a while, raised his hand, and slapped him neither lightly nor heavy. The slap was too light, but it was like a touch.
After a while, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He was buried in the warm chest of the ink, without saying a word, but his shoulders were shaking slightly.
He is very clear.
Chu nightning knows it.
The ink burned for a moment, hugged him, and kissed his forehead and hair.
"It's so ugly." After the disaster, he was more gentle than before, he sighed softly, "Did you make Wanning cry so ugly?"
It would be fine if he called Shizun.
A night of peace, the two worlds alternate.
Chu nightning hugged this man's hot and fresh body in the depths of the bedding - he has always been disgusted and ashamed to express any intense emotions in his heart, but at this moment he feels that his tension and shame are so ridiculous, so absurd.
So in this entwined embrace, in this narrow couch with the quilt tightly wrapped, in the hut with empty walls, in the long snowy night.
Chu nightning said softly: "How can it be ugly? You have a scar, or you don't have a scar. All look good."
The ink burned for a while.
He has never heard such a straightforward expression from Chu nightning.
Not even on the day that Edgeworth confessed.
There was only the last twilight of the fire in the house, it was quiet and gentle.
Evening peace and tenderness.
"In the last life, in this life, I liked you, and I am willing to be with you. I will also be willing in the future."
The ink burned and listened to him saying in his arms, he couldn't see Wanning's face, but he could imagine what Chu Wanning looked like at the moment.
I'm afraid her eyes are red, and even the tips of her ears are red.
"I used to know that you were bewitched, but I couldn't show it, I could only hate you... Now I can finally supply you." Chu nightning's cheeks were burning, and the end of his eyes were wet, "I like you, I am willing to have hair with you, I am willing to Dissecting your soul for you, I am willing to surrender to you."
Hearing that I am willing to surrender to you, the burning heart is like being scorched by fire, and the whole body trembles.
He was touched, sad, painful, and intimidating.
He almost trembled: "Master..."
Chu nightning raised his hand to stop him: "Listen to me."
But after waiting for a while, Chu nightning is a person who doesn't know how to speak love.
For a moment, Chu nightning actually wanted to say: "I'm sorry, you have been wronged and have been burdened too much."
I wanted to say again, "I couldn't tell you the truth in my previous life until I left. It was I who made the mistake of you."
He also wanted to say: "That year, the red lotus water pavilion, thank you for being willing to protect me."
He didn't even want any dignity at the moment, he wanted to cry with the ink, wanted to hold the body that was still warm at the moment, and said, "Please don't go, please don't leave."
But the throat was choked, and the heart was bitter.
In the end, Chu nightning bowed his head, kissed the scar that burned his heart, and his eyelashes were stunned, and he spoke in a low voice.
"Ink burning, no matter what happened in the past and what will happen in the future, I will always be with you."
Shame burned through his blood.
But the words are so solemn.
"I've been a person who has stepped on Xianjun all my life, and I'm also a person of Master Mo."
Too hot.
Mo Ran only felt that the fire of the world in his arms was lit up again, and the fireworks were bright in front of him, and all the pain and sadness were gone at this moment.
"Two lifetimes belong to you."
"No regrets."
The ink burned and closed his eyes, all wet.
He finally kissed Chu Wanning's lips, and he sighed: "... Master... Thank you."
The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the night was getting darker and thicker.
They slept in each other's arms, they were all thinking, it turns out, this is the rest of their lives.
Mo Ran knew that his clothes were soaked with tears, but he didn't say it. Since he was a child, he has expected to have many joys in the rest of his life, and at such times, he should always be happy.
He hugged Chu Wanning, he said: "Sleep, Wanning. Sleep, I hold you. You are afraid of cold, I will warm you."
"When I get better, let's go back to the top of life and death together. I want to ask my uncle and aunt to apologize. I want to quarrel with Xue Meng again... We still have a lot of things to do..."
The ink burned and stroked the hair of Chu nightning, and the voice was soft.
His throat was filled with the sweet taste of blood, and his breathing became more and more suffocated.
But he still smiled, his expression was very calm at the moment: "Master, I will hold an umbrella for you for the rest of your life."
Chu nightning was in his arms, and he was choked up.
"Junior Brother Xia..." He teased him again, even though he was almost speechless, he still teased him, "Senior brother... I'll tell you a story... I'll tell you a story every night from now on... Don't despise my brother. Stupid mouth, if you talk about it, you will only talk about cows eating grass..."
In the end, Mo Ran raised his eyes and looked at the layer of snow covered on the window lattice.
Heaven and earth were vast and pure.
"Wanning." He hugged him, his heartbeat echoed in Chu nightning's ears, and he said softly, "I have always loved you."
He slowly closed his eyes, the pear vortex was shallow, soaked in two pools of pear white.
My heart beat slowly and intermittently.
Suddenly, a plum tree branch outside the window was covered by snow. The snow was so heavy that the branch was broken and made a sudden movement. Snowballs and branches fell together with a crackling sound.
After this commotion, Chu Wanning could no longer hear the heartbeat in his ears.
He waited for a moment, he waited for a moment, he waited for a while, he waited a long time.
No more sound.
no sound... nothing...
It was a chilling, eerie silence.
It was a horrific silence of despair for a lifetime.
end.
stop.
rest.
The room was dead silent, eerily silent.
After a long, long time, Chu nightning didn't move, Chu nightning was still lying in his arms, lying on the bed, he didn't even get up, didn't look up, and didn't speak anymore.
His little apprentice, his Senior Brother Mo, and his Treading Immortal Lord wanted him to sleep peacefully.
Said that he would hold the umbrella for him for the rest of his life, tell the story of his life, and love him for the rest of his life.
The ink burned and said that it was cold outside and the snow was heavy.
I warm you.
Chu nightning was curled up in his wrist, curled up in the chest where the heat had not subsided, and did not move.
They are leaving for home tomorrow.
He has to take a good rest with the ink burning.
Chu nightning stretched out his hand and wrapped the ink-burning waist.
In the dark night, he said: "Okay, I will listen to you, I will sleep. ... But tomorrow, when I call you, you must remember to wake up."
He leaned against the chest that no longer undulated, and the tears soaked and warmed the ink-burning placket.
"Don't stay in bed."
Good night, ink burning.
This night is long, but I will accompany you. May you have good dreams, fire, and lights.
And home.