After Mengze left, the rain gradually became pouring, and from time to time, there were thunderstorms rolling down, covering the Chonghua Metropolis.
Gu Mang was still asleep, but Mo Xi knew that he was afraid of thunder, so he stayed in the house and never left. At this moment, he was clinging to the golden scissors by the west window, cutting off the wick of the candle, and the dim and drowsy flame suddenly lit up, illuminating the whole room brightly.
He returned to Gu Mang and sat down on the edge of the bed. In his sleep, Gu Mang tilted his pillow, so he raised his hand to straighten it for him.
It was at this moment that he discovered the scroll pressed under the pillow.
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, and pulled out the scroll. It was a book without a name, just turned a page, and when he saw the familiar handwriting on it, he understood everything.
That was before Gu Mang, in order to keep his memory, he would write some prose every day.
At that time, he wanted to read it, but Gu Mang stopped him and disagreed, saying that if he read it, he would be embarrassed to the point of embarrassment, and asked him to read it only after he lost his memory again. Later, Gu Mang felt that saying this would make Mo Xi's mood even more heavy, so he coaxed him to say that he might not forget too much in ten or twenty years, so he asked Mo Xi not to worry too much.
I didn't expect it to be "ten years and twenty years" so soon.
Mo Xi rolled the book on his knees, lowered his eyes, and read the words on it.
Gu Mang wrote a lot of things in that memoir.
He wrote about his school career, about his first military career, about Lu Zhanxing, about Murong Lian, about Jun Shang, and of course Mo Xi himself. But Mo Xi soon discovered that, no matter if he was recording anyone, even those who treated him harshly in the past, Gu Mang only remembered the goodness of others.
There was a thick stack of scrolls, and there was not a single word of complaint.
Even though he had been bullied so much in the Academy, he only wrote, "The scones of the North Academy are golden and crispy, cheap and good quality. It's really good."
It was the first time that he joined the army in the front line of life and death, but he only said, "I have met a lot of friends, and none of the people around me have sacrificed, which is very good."
He wrote about Lu Zhanxing, saying that people were "heroic and heroic," and that he wrote about the family of kings, saying that others were "profoundly worried."
Even when he wrote Murong Lian, his handwriting was beautiful, and he calmly wrote down, "The old friend once said that you have kindness to me, and you should not take it lightly."
Everything he writes is good.
Those miserables in life, the malicious malice that follow the shadows, and the grief that cannot be sought, were all deleted by him carelessly. He came to this world once, and was tortured for a too frivolous dream, but he also just wanted to remember. All the kindness he has ever encountered. As for the ugly, dark, mad... those are just dust and dust that were stained on the body when they fell, and they dissipated after a slap, no need to mention it again.
Looking at this volume alone, it seems that Gu Mang lived a wonderful and peaceful life in the past.
Everything in my life is kind.
The lanterns silently flowed into a secluded pool in the candlestick. It was clearly such an infinitely warm scroll of memories, but Mo Xi was seen choking several times, and it would take a long time before he could continue reading.
I was turning to the page where the first meeting of the school was written, and when I was weeping, I suddenly heard a small movement like a small beast around me. He hurriedly wiped away his tears and turned his head, only to see that Gu Mang had woken up at some point, staring at him silently with a pair of lake-like blue eyes.
"you… "
"you are not happy."
"… "
"Why are you crying?"
The conversation seemed to return to the way it was when we met again at Luomei Bieyuan. He took care of Senior Brother's clever words, active thoughts, and high-spirited spirit. After a circle, nothing was left.
But this time, Mo Xi knew that he would never despise him, despise him, or bully him.
Mo Xi stretched out his hand, while ruffling Gu Mang's hair, he tried his best to pick up a small smile: "I'm not unhappy. I read what you wrote before, and I like it very much."
"I wrote it before..." Gu Mang was stunned, he brought the scroll from Mo Xi's lap and turned it over and over again in front of him. He looked down at the book, looked up at Mo Xi, looked down at the book again.
His sanity had been eroded and damaged by the black magic spell, but his trust in Mo Xi still remained stubbornly.
Finally he closed the book: "I can't remember. But if you like it, I should write it well. You are always right."
After a pause, he asked curiously, "What did I write?"
"Wrote... a lot of things you forgot. Your past thirty years."
"Really?" Gu Mang swelled his cheeks a little because of his thinking. He turned his face to the side and thought for a while, and seemed to be thinking hard, but he couldn't remember it.
He didn't care, he just asked calmly, "How is my life?"
Mo Xi was silent for a long time, his throat seemed to be soaked by the saltiest sea water, and the moisture and bitterness almost permeated his every breath.
Under Gu Mang's calm and curious gaze, he adjusted for a while before he said with a smile, "—Everything I meet is good people, and everything I meet is good. It's a good life."
Gu Mang's blue eyes widened slightly, and his long eyelashes moved lightly.
"yes?"
Before Mo Xi could endure the pain any longer, he saw Gu Mang smiling.
"Then I'm really lucky." He said, rubbing his head, "It's just a pity, there are so many good things, but I don't remember them."
"I just remember you, you've always been good to me."
Mo Xi's grief turned into a sharp knife, he hardly dared to look at Gu Mang's clear eyes, almost at a loss: "...It's not always good."
Me too... I've done things that hurt you too.
I have also been estranged from you.
But Gu Mang tilted his head to think for a while, then revised: "You have always been the best."
"… "
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and imitated Mo Xi's way of comforting him, and he also touched Mo Xi's hair like a gourd painting.
At this moment, Mo Xi suddenly realized so clearly that not remembering too much was a relief to Gu Mang. He no longer has to suffer for Lu Zhanxing's death, he no longer has to be blamed for the death of 70,000 Paoze, and he no longer has to see the blood of innocent people from the crevices of his palms every day and every night.
He can just look at the memory roll and capture all the good things in the past.
It's just that Mo Xi couldn't choose—
The outbreak of Gu Mang's black demonic energy was only at the end of the day. He could retrieve the two missing souls and recall the complete Gu Mang so that his beloved would not fall into purgatory.
"Brother..."
"Um?"
"No matter what." Mo Xi finally held his hand and said to him seriously, "I will always be with you."
Gu Mang nodded calmly: "That's great. I will always be with you."
The rain poured outside the window, and thunder sounded again. But this time Gu Mang was not afraid. He turned his blue eyes and looked at the lead-grey sky with an almost ignorant curiosity.
On the contrary, the sleeping bag, which had been lying beside him, was awakened. It hummed lowly, got up and stepped on its four claws and ran to the side of the bed, and sat down next to his two masters.
It was late at night, and it was pouring rain.
However, the rain will always stop, and the dawn will always come.
Just like the volume of memoirs lying between the two, looking back, what I remember is the brightest.
Jun Shang didn't want Mo Xi to accompany Gu Mang to Lin'an at first.
In his words: "The possibility of finding a major repairer here is too slim. You might as well wait for Jiang Fuli to come back and talk about it after he has made a diagnosis."
He said again: "We got the remnants of the blood beasts, and now Zhou He is studying it, maybe he will be able to create a technique to suppress the aura of the black devil soon, if you stay in the capital, you can still go to see the situation, if it is true. Once created, it can be used by Gu Mang immediately."
But Mo Xi insisted on giving it a try first, and with Mengze's persuasion from the side, Jun Shang finally let go.
Just before he left, he called Mo Xi to the Zhuque Hall and said to Mo Xi, "Xihe-Jun, there are frequent border battles between Liao and Chonghua now, and I am afraid there will be another war soon. Knowing Gu Qing's intentions and his personality. He will definitely not want you to delay the war because of his affairs. Although Gu will allow you to take a one-month vacation, let you accompany him to Lin'an to seek the way of conjuring souls, but I hope no matter what the result is , in January, you have to come back on time."
Mo Xi said, "Yes."
Jun Shang nodded, thought for a while, and then instructed a few more words: "Now Wang Shujun is in danger, Yue Juntian is old and seriously ill, the domestic situation in Chonghua is actually very disturbing, not to mention the assassins in the palace. , the assassins who assassinated Wang Shujun have not yet found out, and I am worried that those behind the scenes will still attack you. You must pay more attention on this journey. "
"Also, when you arrive at Lin'an Mansion, if you have time, you can also visit Yue Juntian and urge him to quickly refine the magic weapon that Zhou He needs, and let their family be careful. It's far from over."
Mo Xi answered all of them, but when he was about to leave, the emperor called him again.
"Wait. I have one more thing to do."
Mo Xi turned his head to the side, but this time, the Lord did not express his thoughts quickly, instead, there was some hesitation in his expression. He pondered for a while before saying, "In this period of time, there have been some rumors about your relationship with Gu Qing..."
"… "
"I don't ask much, but people's words are scary, and everyone's talk is golden. No matter what kind of friendship you have, as long as you want to slander you, your words will be very hard to hear. The things between you are not the most important thing. The most important thing is that they will speculate on your intentions, and some people have even said that you are the same as Gu Mang, and your ultimate goal is to repeat the old story of Hua Po An's self-proclaimed king, and his heart is not pure."
After Mo Xi finished listening, he smiled at Jun Shang, "Does Jun Shang believe you?"
"...What do you say." Junshang rolled his eyes, "No matter how suspicious Gu is, how suspicious is it about a person who has made an oath of calamity? Gu just thinks that it is not good for you to control the army, you better leave Gu Qing is a little further away." After a pause, he looked at Mo Xi tentatively, "...Alas, but you won't really be with him..."
"Didn't your lord say not to ask?"
"... Gu also just said it casually."
Mo Xi said: "More than ten years ago, when my family was dusty, Senior Brother Gu was always taking care of me and accompanying me in the mud. His best brother Lu Zhanxing once persuaded him not to go with a poor nobleman at that time. Too close, lest I have any misfortune in the future, and he will be tired and suffer. Does Your Majesty know how he answered?"
You were silent for a while.
"His answer back then is my answer today." Mo Xi paused, the light shining through the wide window on his beautiful face, he said four words calmly but persistently.
"People are precious and affectionate."
The implication is already obvious, no matter what kind of love, brothers, robes, lovers... friendship, whether it is human words or hardships, it is never regrettable.
He would not let Gu Mang go, nor would he be deterred by the stains he would get with Gu Mang. Because back then, when he was in deep trouble, it was this person who stretched out his unstained hand and rescued him from the coldness and filth. Gu Mang is not his stain, but the inextinguishable light in his heart for a long time.
Speaking of this, if you don't want to make the scene ugly, and there is nothing to ask, Your Majesty sat down in the Kuilong Huanghuali armchair a little tiredly, and waved at Mo Xi: "It's true, that Gu can still say What? Besides, Gu is no longer a human being. All right, let’s do it, hurry up and roll.”
After a pause, he said angrily, "You don't give peace of mind, neither of you."
Mo Xi pursed his thin lips, made a salute, turned and left the Vermillion Bird Palace, preparing to go back to pack his things and take Gu Mang to the Lin'an area.