Gu Heyan wondered, "Hot?"
Mu Zhiming supported his forehead, inhaled and exhaled in a low voice: "...Yes, why do I feel so stuffy?"
Gu Heyan frowned, turned his head to look at the door and window, and saw that there was a gap in the door, and the window was wide open, and this village is located in the northern border, it is the day when the cold winter is approaching, how could it be sultry
He looked at Mu Zhiming worriedly: "What happened to you?"
"I don't know either, no, I'm still a little... dizzy..." Mu Zhiming shook his head, his eyes were not fixed, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer
Shui Mist, he pressed his forehead, trying to figure out what happened to him, his eyes suddenly fell on the already empty mud altar beside him.
It happened that the boss walked from the yard to the main hall. Mu Zhiming held on to his spirit and firmly grasped the last trace of sobriety and rationality in his mind, and asked the boss: "Boss, what is this milk brew made of, should it not be inside... ... with a bar?"
The boss smiled happily: "Sir, look at what you said, how could it be mixed with alcohol?"
Mu Zhiming took a long breath.
The boss said: "This is wine!"
Mu Zhiming: "..."
Mu Zhiming put his head in his hands with a broken face, and suddenly jumped up from the wooden bench and grabbed Gu Heyan's wrist beside him: "Stun me, hurry! Now, immediately, immediately! It's too late!"
Gu Heyan frowned, worried: "What happened?"
Mu Zhiming said dizzily, "I'm going to get drunk."
As soon as he finished speaking, he fell forward and fell into Gu Heyan's arms.
Fortunately, Gu Heyan's arms were strong and his posture was stable, so he didn't fall off the wooden bench, avoiding the tragic situation of falling to the ground together with Mu Zhiming. The incident happened suddenly, Gu Heyan couldn't recover immediately, only his body was stiff. He held Mu Zhiming on the ground, and it took a long while before he moved. He held Mu Zhiming so that he could lean against him comfortably in his arms. A drunken, sleepy look.
Gu Heyan showed a distressed look, he thought for a while, picked up Mu Zhiming on the wooden bench very lightly, let him rest on the wooden table, and went to the backyard to ask the boss for a bowl of warm water. .
But when Gu Heyan came back, Mu Zhiming disappeared.
The wooden door of the inn, which originally had only a gap, was wide open, and at a glance, it was obvious that someone had left.
Gu Heyan panicked immediately, dropped the bowl of water and hurried out of the inn, looking around.
In the dead of night, only the sound of the wind could be heard, the ice wheel was hanging high, and the village was not very big. Gu Heyan quickly found Mu Zhiming.
He was sitting on the short loess gate at the entrance of the village, leaning against the crenel and dangling his legs to look at the sky, the silent moonlight fell on his blank eyes, and he felt a bit lonely
cold.
The loess city gate was less than three meters tall, so it wasn't high at all, but Mu Zhiming was so drunk now that it would be very dangerous if he fell.
Gu Heyan performed light work, easily leaped to the city gate, and stood behind Mu Zhiming.
Mu Zhiming turned his head and glanced at him, but said nothing.
Gu Heyan hesitated, "Go back?"
Mu Zhiming asked, "Where are you going?"
Gu Heyan said, "The inn."
"Is it bad here?"
"No, it's windy, it's cold, you're afraid of the cold."
Mu Zhiming lowered his head and was silent, not knowing what he was thinking, he stared blankly at his dangling feet, the ground that was out of reach, and spoke slowly, his voice faintly inaudible: "I want to jump down."
Gu Heyan was startled, took a step forward, and stood much closer to Mu Zhiming: "You are drunk."
Mu Zhiming stopped talking again.
Gu Heyan thought for a moment and asked him, "Why do you want to jump off?"
Mu Zhiming smiled, but his expression was extremely sad, he said slowly: "Because...because the snowy night is so cold...I can't stand it anymore..."
After he finished saying this, two lines of clear tears suddenly fell, and the crystal tears crossed his cheeks and fell into the yellow sand intertwined with the pale moonlight. Mu Zhiming couldn't help sobbing.
In fact, he was afraid every day, afraid that everything would repeat the same mistakes, afraid that he would not be able to protect Mu's family, afraid that when he opened his eyes and woke up, he would return to that miserable snowy night.
Mu Zhiming often had nightmares in this life, dreaming that his father was cut in half, his mother froze to death in a ruined temple, the noble concubine hanged herself, Fu Ji'an drank poisonous wine, Cai Wei fell down the steps and died, and He Yin died of bruises and scars all over her body. street.
Separation is really hard.
When Mu Zhiming was crying and was out of breath, someone reached out and stroked his side face and raised his chin very lightly. Mu Zhiming choked up and looked up, and for a moment he looked into Gu Heyan's eyes. .
Gu Heyan pulled up his sleeves to wipe his tears, with a flustered tone: "Don't cry."
Mu Zhiming ignored him and continued to sob.
Gu Heyan couldn't understand the thoughts of drunk people, so he thought hard for a moment and said, "Since you want to jump, then jump, and I will catch you."
Mu Zhiming reacted, looked up at him, and choked: "Catch me?"
"Yeah." Gu Heyan nodded solemnly, "I'll catch you under the city gate, and I won't hurt you."
Mu Zhiming grabbed his hand that was caressing his chin, and asked, "After that?"
Gu Heyan was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what Mu Zhiming meant. He didn't dare to speak. Mu Zhiming asked with tears in his eyes, "Will you catch me when I fall?"
"As long as I'm by your side," Gu Heyan said, "I will definitely catch you."
Mu Zhiming said, "I don't want to dance anymore."
He supported the crenel and stood up swayingly, so frightened that Gu Heyan stretched out his hands to protect it, but fortunately Mu Zhiming didn't fall off. So high, how did I get up just now?"
Gu Heyan: "..."
He really didn't expect that Mu Zhiming would look like this when he was drunk.
"I... I can't go down... Can I trouble you... Can you carry me down?" As soon as the wind blew, Mu Zhiming started to get drunk and had a headache, unable to speak. tongue hit
Knot.
"Okay." Gu Heyan nodded, turned and crouched down.
Mu Zhiming lay on Gu Heyan's back and put his arms around his neck. For some reason, he felt inexplicable peace of mind. This peace of mind was not a casual conversation. Gu Heyan jumped under the city gate with him on his back. .
After landing safely, Gu Heyan didn't want to let go of Mu Zhiming, he said softly, "Close your eyes and rest, I'll carry you back to the inn."
Mu Zhiming shook his head tightly around Gu Heyan, he tilted his head, and when he shook his head like this, his cheek rubbed against Gu Heyan's neck: "I don't want to sleep, Gu Yuyi, aren't you tired of carrying me?"
Calling his name directly, he was really drunk, Gu Heyan said, "I'm not tired."
"Thank you, you are so kind." Mu Zhiming grinned.
Gu Heyan listened to this sentence, looked at the quiet and peaceful village in front of him, felt Mu Zhiming's warm chest against his back, and listened to his subtle breathing, suddenly felt that there should be something wrong in this life. the same.
Now that everything is coming back, Mu Zhiming has no memory of his past life, he doesn't know how happy he was in his past life, and he doesn't even know that he and Fu Yi were a good match and a perfect match, so does he have a chance to fight
Fighting to keep Mu Zhiming's eyes, to keep this stunning scenery of the mountains and rivers, the wind and the moon.