Split souls and make keys.
Like a nightmare, still floating in purgatory.
Mo Xi didn't even know how all this was going on step by step.
He seemed to be dead.
He seemed to see his soul float to the top of the tent, and flutteringly overlooked the two people in the tent. He saw what he had done, and watched Gu Mang's blood flowing out of the wound in his chest when he was taking his soul, but the young man whose soul was dissected kept saying to him, it's okay, it's okay .
Many years ago, Senior Brother Gu told him with a smile in front of the bonfire that he hoped that Kyushu would be peaceful and everyone would get justice.
Now that I think about it, it's like a curse.
The key finally condensed into the shape of a sapphire wrench. It was held by Mo Xi and handed over to Gu Mang's palm tremblingly. Then he used all the healing techniques he knew to heal Gu Mang's scar and wiped off the mottled blood. Tears rolled down drop by drop like beads with broken strings, and finally mixed with blood.
Gu Mang couldn't help coughing. He should have passed out due to the pain of dissecting his soul, but he kept trying his best to keep his clear eyes wide open and staring at Mo Xi's face without blinking.
He knew that he had lost two souls, and that his last memory and reason would soon fall apart. For him, pain was something he was used to. It was the moment he went to Liao with the mission of a secret agent. Something I've been experiencing.
He can endure it and watch his Junior Brother Mo soberly for a while - he knows that his life, to be selfless, is for himself. But he was always selfish towards Mo Xi. He dedicated all his blood, life, and even his soul to the peaceful world he longed for, and what he left to Mo Xi was always hurt and separation.
Perhaps only at this moment, when he, who was about to lose his memory six years ago, and Mo Xi, who was about to leave here six years later, could they have the sincerity and peace that they could never ask for in their entire lives.
Mo Xi was still trying his best to heal the scar on his chest, Gu Mang held his hand, a trace of a smile appeared on his pale face, he said, "Don't waste any more effort... Don't worry, I'll be fine. "
"Do you know Mo Xi, I can't die easily... Do you think Liao-Jun didn't try to kill me? Do you think Jun-Jun didn't try to assassinate me?"
"They didn't kill me, not because, as they said, they said that I had changed too much and didn't know what the consequences would be when I died. They have tried it long ago, but... all... ahem... all failed. They were very worried. Clearly, I merged with the blood beast, and only if it dies, I will die with it, so..." He paused, breathing hard, "Junior brother, you don't need to heal me any more..."
"Talk with me for a while... I just want to talk to you for a while... OK... OK?"
Mo Xi held his outstretched blood-stained hand and pressed it against his cheek. After a while, he choked, "Okay."
Gu Mang laughed. When he laughed, he always had a kind of vigor and wildness, even at this time.
Mo Xi said hoarsely, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Actually nothing..."
Gu Mang looked up at the top of the tent, and there was a small starry sky.
"It's... I just want to say sorry to you. Mo Xi, am I... am I being... too selfish? I haven't told you too many truths, and you... "
"And you, you have always treated me with all your heart..."
Mo Xi shook his head and said, "I know you have no choice."
I know how difficult it is for you as a spy to float between the real and the fake.
Gu Mang turned his head to the side, and Mo Xi saw clear tears running down the end of his eyes: "... Junior Brother..."
He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Mo Xi's face, but he didn't have much strength. So Mo Xi took his hand, kissed it, and brought it to his cheek.
Gu Mang stared at him for a while, his eyes were always red.
They didn't speak to each other for a long time, but they understood everything.
Gu Mang closed his eyes abruptly, tears rolling down his face.
"I am too cruel to you after all..."
Mo Xi choked and said, "You have no choice but to... I am willing."
"I know you have your own dreams, and I know what you're thinking..." Mo Xi said softly, "You've done your best to do well... It's us... we can't compete for the sky... "
Gu Mang didn't say a word.
He stared blankly for a while at the small starry sky.
For a moment, he asked, "But what I've been arguing for... versus heaven..."
"I know… "
"We didn't fight, did they fight?"
Mo Xi was startled: "What?"
"Those brothers who died in vain in Feng Mingshan... have they fought?" Gu Mang looked at him with wet eyes, "Have they all been rehabilitated in the end..."
The voice was even lower: "Zhanxing him, has he... also been rehabilitated..."
Mo Xi understood what he meant, but it wouldn't make him feel better. He clenched his hand tightly, turned his face to kiss him, and kept nodding his head.
"Yes, you brought them home... They didn't mistake you for Gu Shuai, Lu Zhanxing... and never... " Mo Xi calmed down for a while, his throat was blocked by the extreme grief, and he couldn't say anything more for a while." Never... Wrong your brother... "
"You know we're sworn...?"
Mo Xi drooped his eyelashes dripping with tears, and responded in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, I haven't treated him well."
Gu Mang suddenly smiled. His smile was very real. Apart from being haggard and bloodless, he didn't look much different from before.
"It doesn't matter, Zhan Xing actually likes you very much... He doesn't hate you, I know." After a pause, "What about Murong Lian... What about Murong Lian? Did he abuse himself again?"
"No… "
Gu Mang seemed to be relieved again.
In the end, his clear eyes looked at Mo Xi intently, and with some caution, he almost uneasy inquiring: "Mo Xi, in the past few years, when I lost my memory... Did it make you very painful?"
"… "
"I made you feel bad, didn't I?"
The color in those eyes was about to shatter into a lake and a sea of sadness. Mo Xi watched the bright and withered look on that face, and watched the stars in Gu Mang's eyes dying out—how could he be willing
He said, "No."
"Really?"
"Yeah." He choked up and laughed, he wanted to rekindle the stars in the other's eyes, he said, "It's true, even if you lose two souls and no memory, you treat me... you treat me It's still good... never, never made me feel bad... it's all true."
"In my heart, you have always been a very good person?"
Mo Xi said, "It has always been."
Perhaps seeing the hesitation in Gu Mang's demeanor, Mo Xi wanted to comfort him, so he said, "You remember me to some extent... I left you some thoughts and stayed by your side, so you didn't completely forget me. ."
As he said, in order to prove something, he wanted to find out some token from his body to give to Gu Mang.
But he came down from the battlefield, and he has nothing on his body except a reversal stone that must be taken away. He was at a loss when suddenly his fingertips touched something soft. He looked at it by the moonlight and was stunned.
What he touched was a kit used to hold the reversal stone.
At that time, he was anxious to go back to the past, and he took Jiang Fuli's brocade bag and did not take a close look. When he looked at it, he saw that the brocade bag was embroidered with thousands of miles of clouds in gold, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with silver threads, and the bottom was decorated with red stone agate.
This is... This is...
The distant memory was knocked at this moment, and when we reunited in Luomei Bieyuan, this was the treasure that Gu Mang stubbornly guarded!
The first time he saw this fabric, he was so angry, because Gu Mang was holding it and said to him straightly, "Someone is kind to me."
This kit was given to me by him.
After being stunned, Mo Xi's blood turned cold. He suddenly understood the arrangement of his destiny, and his heart was filled with grief, and his heart was as silent as the night.
His throat was bitter, and he tried his best to hold it back, so that he didn't let himself fall into tears again - it turns out... It turned out that the person who gave Gu Mang the sachet he had always hated was himself.
After Gu Mang lost his consciousness and memory, he didn't forget anyone...
Also himself!
It's always been him, only him...
"What’s wrong with you?"
"...No, it's nothing." Mo Xi suppressed his own long-suffering grief, carefully untied the sachet from his waist with trembling fingers, and placed it in Gu Mang's palm.
Gu Mang looked at it and smiled: "This is the token? I relied on it later, I don't remember anything, and I still remember you?"
"… Yes."
"Then I... I'll leave you a token too."
After Gu Mang finished speaking, he groped for himself, but what would be on the body of a prisoner slave? The last thing he groped for was just two small white shell coins.
Gu Mang mobilized his meager spiritual power, wrote his name on one of the shell coins, and handed it to Mo Xi: "Here, no matter what you will face after you go back, I will accompany you. "
Then, he wanted to write Mo Xi's name on another shell coin, and wanted to keep it by himself.
But he quickly thought again that he was about to face Murong Lian, face Murong Chen, face Chonghua's most severe torture, he couldn't carry a coin with Mo Xi's name on it, so he wrote halfway through it. , only completed a "fire", and stopped without the word "breath".
He carefully put the white shell coin into the bag and said, "That's enough."
He laughed: "I will remember you."
…
At this point, all Mo Xi's questions about the kit were finally resolved.
And the great wave of sadness finally crushed the sky and earth—
Mo Xi remembered that before Gu Mang passed away, he once opened the treasure bag that Gu Mang treasured once again, and at that time he saw the shells in the bag.
The shell was mottled and a fire character was written.
At that time, he hesitated in his heart and couldn't help but ask, "Who gave this to you?"
Gu Mang said, "I don't know.
Just remember, that was someone who was very important to him.
"Mo Xi..." Gu Mang looked at his expression, raised his hand, and patted his shoulder lightly.
He knew that his time to clear and bright was running out, and he also knew that the time for Mo Xi to return to the future was getting closer and closer. He could feel the gradual chaos of his consciousness, and he could also see Mo Xi's body twitching slightly. The light began to become transparent little by little.
It was another goodbye between them, and he tried to comfort him as before, to inspire the hero who was about to return to the battlefield - in fact, both of them were the same, they only wanted to have a home, a couple, and There is no heart that wants to make a name for itself.
The reason why I chose to be a hero is not because I feel exciting, honored, or something special.
It's that they have tasted too much bitterness and parting, and they don't want others to experience such pain, that's all.
"Mo Xi, go back."
Gu Mang whispered to him, lowered his hand again, clasped Mo Xi's gradually fading fingers, and squeezed it with the last of his strength.
No one answered him, just when he thought that Mo Xi might have been affected by the reversal stone and began to return to the future, and could no longer hear his own words, he suddenly found that his shoulders were shaking slightly.
Gu Mang was stunned and dumbfounded: "Junior Brother..."
Mo Xi did not speak, as if some extremely important life flame had been extinguished in his body.
In an instant, his figure became so bleak and dazed, trancely overlapping with the lonely young man who entered the military camp many years ago. At that time, the Mo family was out of power and the future was uncertain, and Mo Xi sat alone outside the excitement of the soldiers.
At that time, except for Gu Mang, no one wanted to be stained with the residue of his family.
No one has ever given that little boy who lost his power even a smile.
For a moment, Gu Mang wanted to hug Mo Xi again and told him that it was okay, he was still here and would not leave. But he soon learned that he no longer had the authority to say those words. Mo Xi has lost his brother Gu Mang in the future.
There is no one else who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him to fight the world and return hand in hand.
"sorry… "
Mo Xi closed his eyes, then shook his head. He was not a lover who was good at words. He was stupid and honest, and often couldn't say anything satisfactory. He just clumsily understood him, understood him, respected him, and tolerated him.
In the end, he silently picked up the little shell that Gu Mang gave him, and placed it in the front of his shirt, closest to his heart.
Keep it.
After doing this, he wanted to get up, imagining the uprightness and calmness he had seen every time he parted in the past. But in the end, he didn't do it. He walked as if his ribs were torn apart, his heart was crushed, and his lungs were removed... He stooped down due to excessive heartache, and slowly buried himself, finally. , In this past that can't change anything, in this disastrous endgame, he finally burst into tears.
His relationship with Gu Mang has lasted for nearly twenty years, but because of the superiority and inferiority of nobles and slaves, because of the contradiction between spies and generals, because of gender, because of morality, because of such and such reasons, they have always been disrespected. It's all in the dark, with no promises. In the end, Gu Mang even chose to sacrifice himself and did not return to him - but Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang had indeed loved him for nearly half his life.
As a spy of the empire, Gu Shuai had already exhausted almost all of his blood and life in order to keep these secrets, and he gave Mo Xi the only remaining warmth, broken time, and sincerity.
Gu Mang's affection for him is actually not inferior to the loyalty, affection and selflessness of anyone in the world to his partner.
But his lover, the person he loves, because of his identity as a spy, even in the end, he didn't dare, and couldn't, write down one, even if he quietly wrote down a complete name and kept it by his side.
The bag that traveled through time and space only contained a shell coin with the word "fire" written on it.
That was the only token between them.
Other than that, nothing more.
They wanted to say something to each other, but at this moment, Mo Xi suddenly felt a dazzling blackness in front of him. The mana of the Reversal Stone had reached its limit, sending out a scalding heat in his hands.
He couldn't help calling him for the last time, "Gu Mang...!"
Gu Mang looked at him quietly, there were tears in his blue eyes, but he was smiling.
At the last moment of unconsciousness, Mo Xi heard the rushing footsteps outside the tent, and the voice of the guard disciple: "Wang Shujun!"
"Welcome to Wang Shujun!"
He knew that he was about to leave, and Murong Lian would come in at this moment, the fate of fate was still revolving cruelly according to the established trajectory, and he was about to return to the bloody battlefield six years later.
The Reversal Stone is a deceit from the gods to mortals, and nothing in the past has changed.
At the last moment of his departure, what he saw was Gu Mang raising his hand and sticking the shell with half of his name written on it to the front of his shirt, the fresh blood was closest to the heart.
Gu Mang looked at him without saying a word, but those eyes already expressed infinite affection.
Mo Xi, little junior brother.
Go, no matter whether the memory is clear or not, whether the years are long or not, in my heart, I will keep my affection for you. I'm sorry, I can't accompany you all the time, I can't talk to you unreservedly, and even in the future, I will hide you, deceive you, and then go to death alone.
I regret that I have hurt you and let you down in this life.
But, I've never... never regretted loving you.
Go back, Mo Xi.
Hopefully, in the future, we will wait until that reunion, that... I once dreamed of rain.