"Senior brother teach me?"
Gu Mang suddenly opened his eyes. The blue eyes glowed moistly in the dark night.
It was quiet inside the tent, his chest heaving violently, and his back was soaked with hot sweat. He heard his own pounding heartbeat, reverberating loudly in the silent night.
He swallowed his throat - what did he dream about
In the final picture, Mo Xi pressed down, and Han sucked his lips. The scalding heat was very different from the cold attitude of a man in normal days. He could almost feel the overly prosperous emotions pouring out of his dream, overwhelming the sky and the sky. annihilate him.
But what is this feeling? He doesn't understand. He only felt that it had astonishing heat and terrifying tenacity, and it was able to cross waking and dreaming, making his heart beat wildly, and his blood flow to boil.
Too sweet and too dangerous.
Gu Mang raised his hand subconsciously, touched his lips, and then turned over.
He saw Mo Xi sitting on the chair beside his bed and fell asleep with his face turned sideways. There was a clearly visible difference between that face and the young man in the dream.
Not so young anymore. Not so reckless anymore.
Even, not so sincere anymore.
Years did not take away the beauty and beauty of his facial features, but stripped away those young, mad, innocent and straightforward. Gu Mang looked at him and remembered what he said when he first met him, "We used to know each other."
Gu Mang didn't take this sentence seriously before, but at this moment, he was suddenly at a loss - did they really know each other
It seemed that they were very close, they would hug each other and laugh, and they would roll on the same bed. At that time, Mo Xi was like a rice pocket, and he didn't think he was dirty at all.
Are these real...
And the last one—lip-to-lip intimacy.
He didn't know what it was expressing, but when he thought of that feeling, his heart was very hot and hot, although there was pain in this hotness. But he really wondered what the feeling was, what would happen after their lips touched.
He longed to know, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember it again.
Gu Mang's penetrating blue eyes blinked, he really couldn't chew these too slender things, and finally he stretched out his hand and leaned over from the bed.
He hesitated for a while, but still curiously, touched Mo Xi's pale lips with his fingertips.
It's strange, how is it cool, not as hot as in the dream.
Or maybe the dream is fake
Before he finished thinking hard, he saw Mo Xi was awakened by his touch under the candle, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyelids opened slightly.
Mo Xi was probably still asleep, and his eyes didn't have focus for a while. He looked at Gu Mang dimly for a while, then lowered his eyes to see Gu Mang touching his lips, so he felt that he was still dreaming.
Almost sadly, he sighed softly, took Gu Mang's hand, put it to his lips, and kissed gently.
"Senior brother... I dreamed of you again..."
"It's only in a dream that you won't be mad at me, and will be so obedient with me..."
Soft and cool lips rubbed against the back of his hand, Mo Xi lowered his head and seemed to be choked up.
Gu Mang stared at him blankly. Ever since they met, this person has never had such a soft armor removal. Seeing him like this, for some reason, Gu Mang suddenly felt a burst of grief in his heart.
How can it be so painful
Obviously this person, he beat him only yesterday, drove him away, and said he was dirty.
But it just feels that something is wrong, and it feels that the sincerity of the two of them is not like this. The two of them... shouldn't... shouldn't be like this...
Gu Mang hesitated for a while, then said softly, "I dreamed of you."
"..." Mo Xi was startled, and slowly raised his eyes.
The hazy feeling brought by the candle and the long night was fading, and Mo Xi's black eyes gradually gained focus and gradually became clear.
Gu Mang almost watched helplessly, just watching the confusion and tenderness in his eyes fade away, and what was exposed was a large amount of stunned and stinging pain.
He suddenly released Gu Mang's hand.
Mo Xi woke up.
He stood up abruptly and stared at Gu Mang for a while, with a splendid expression on his face, but he did not speak immediately, he closed his eyes while holding his forehead, and after a while, he gritted his teeth: "I'm sorry, don't take it seriously. I I just lost my mind, I…”
Gu Mang interrupted him: "I dreamed of you."
Mo Xi probably thought he was talking about a messy dream, so he didn't care. Seeing that he insisted on talking about it, he asked, "...What did you dream about me?"
Gu Mang sat up. He knelt on the bed and looked at the man in front of the bed who was much taller than him. His eyes wandered unabashedly on Mo Xi's lips, and finally fell on Mo Xi's eyes.
"Dream that you are hot, and you will laugh too."
"… "
"Dream that you are not as sad as you are now."
"… "
"You call me, brother."
Mo Xi's pupils suddenly closed, his fingertips were trembling, he grabbed the back of Gu Mang's head, forcing him not to turn his head, forcing him to look at himself like this, forcing him to put all his expressions on the back burner. offering sacrifices to his eyes.
Mo Xi's voice trembled violently: "You said... what?"
"You're still young. I'm also young. Together, in the tent." Gu Mang thought for a while, then said softly, "You're weak, I'll accompany you."
Mo Xi's face was terrifyingly pale.
Gu Mang whispered the sentence he remembered softly: "Accompany you when you are young and frivolous, and accompany you when you are weak."
Suddenly, like a thunderbolt, he died, his muscles and bones trembling. The blood flowed to the brain like a rush, and the waves made the eyes black, but the limbs were icy cold. Mo Xi's eyes were terrifyingly bright, and his expression was terrifyingly dark - he seemed to be torn into contradictory pieces by the too fast current.
Did Gu Mang remember it? Is this the first memory of Gu Mang coming back
I remembered that night on the night of the weak crown, they did such a thing at the risk of the world.
"I'll be with you."
Mo Xi took a step back. The most obvious emotion he should have is consternation, or he should breathe a sigh of relief. But he didn't expect that he would be caught off guard to hear this warm remark from that year.
He thought he would never hear it for the rest of his life... He thought he would never hear it again for the rest of his life! I have to rely on my own poor memory, the pain that I can't ask for in my life.
Why did Gu Mang say that
The sweet words of the past were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart so much that he almost subconsciously bent down. This indestructible man was crushed by this understatement to the point that he could no longer stand. He sat back in his chair and buried his face in his palms. Can't say a word.
He slapped Gu Mang before, but just one word from Gu Mang was enough to break his heart.
Gu Mang looked at him, originally Gu Mang wanted to ask, was it really a dream? Or am I finally recalling a little bit of the past? But seeing Mo Xi's current appearance, and he doesn't show any favors anymore, he also understands—
it is true.
They really had those years, but they were abandoned in the time when they were both young and fearless.
That night, Mo Xi left the tent in a hurry.
For the next two days, Mo Xi seemed to be avoiding him on purpose.
He used to be full of disgust, but now he doesn't seem to know how to face him calmly. Gu Mang murmured a few times and wanted to ask, but Mo Xi didn't get along with him alone. He always saw him and walked away from a distance.
Mo Xi really didn't know how to face Gu Mang - he didn't know how much Gu Mang remembered, did he only remember the first half of the night of the Weak Crown Night, or did he also remember the absurd things that followed? He wanted to ask, but he dared not ask.
Besides, what's the point of asking
They have been separated from each other so far, and there is no way to repair it. Why do you need to pick up those tender fragments and add to your own sadness. He still wore the silk belt of the heroic prince on his head, how could he forget the blood feud between Gu Mang and Chonghua.
In this way, they were speechless all the way, and on the third day, they finally reached the Abyss of Summoning Soul.
It was an abyss of fissures, and neither its beginning nor its end could be seen. Under the abyss there is a swift torrent, rushing from east to west. When the army arrived, it was dawn. A round of rising sun pierced the dark night, rising solemnly from the horizon, dazzling but not dazzling golden light sprinkled on the land of Kyushu.
Your Majesty rode on a golden-winged steed with flying snow, with gold hanging in his stirrups, and his long robe piercing the snow. After him, all the nobles and retinues dismounted one after another. The early sun reflected the golden edge of their robe sleeves, and they were carrying Tian Huang's noble armor, which was magnificent.
The ceremonial officer sang: "Holding the sacrificial lotus—"
The attendants of each noble family presented a lantern lit with whale oil, and handed it to the master of the family. These lanterns represent the sacrificed heroes of every family, held by the head of the family with both hands, and they follow the king to the edge of the soul-calling abyss.
Murong Lian, Yue Juntian, Mo Xi... These Chonghua aristocrats stepped forward one by one, the sapphire blue bat pattern robe, the snow-white axe pattern robe, the pure black snake pattern robe...
The sacrificial robes of each head are extremely extravagant and solemn, and only one dark pattern totem embroidered on the back is enough to be majestic and shocking, not to mention that these families who hold supreme power are lined up in a row, each with wide robes and wide sleeves. Hunting and swinging in the wind. The golden edge of the sleeves shone with gorgeous light.
Not angry.
The official said: "Kneel!"
The entourage knelt down behind them like a tide, forming a wave of golden light with different backgrounds.
"Lights down!"
Mo Xi and the others put down the lantern by the abyss. There was a light feather spell on the lamp.
The sky is shining, the sky and the earth are brilliant.
The heads of the family also knelt down on one knee in turn, and the sound of sacrifices from the big Nuo reverberated in this empty and vast world: "In the past, Erlang went with a sword, the blood and sand were hard to return, this skeleton still looks beautiful last year. , This body had a joke last night. I will take care of Jun Yidan’s heart, and I will pass on Jun Yu Haoqi. When the hero returns to his hometown, there will be green mountains everywhere in the world.”
The sound of the sacrificial song reverberated, and in the Soul Summoning Abyss there were countless sparkling light spots flying up and down. It was rumored that the dead people's residual consciousness spilled into the world.
In the worship of the deceased, he flew into the golden light.
Gu Mang looked at such a scene and listened to the continuous song Hong, he watched the famous lanterns sink, the soul of the Yue family, the soul of the Mo family, the soul of the Murong family... All of them remembered that in the soulful song Remembered over and over again, etched in my heart.
But what was stuck in his heart seemed to be some other shabby name.
He couldn't remember it, but at the moment they washed his heart like a tide - those names, most of them were ugly, very simple, some were even just a surname, plus a number, and there was a smell from the name. lowly.
There were so many of them, and they lingered sadly in his ears. Like a dead nameless pawn, calling him from the abyss, scolding him, and complaining about him.
Gu Shuai, Gu Shuai.
As you said, we call you Gu Shuai, and you will bring us out of hell.
You'll take us home... give us a name...
But you lie.
You don't even remember what we are called, you don't even remember who we are... our limbs are rotten, our blood is dry... nothing is left.
Is there a soul lamp belonging to an unknown hero? Guide us to step back to the old soil that we once guarded, and see where the old people are, the mountains and rivers inside and outside.
Gu Shuai... Gu Shuai...
my name is... my name is...
There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and his eyes were about to turn red. Gu Mang couldn't breathe, he suddenly saw countless dead people crawling out of the abyss, those fuzzy faces surging towards him.
"Gu Mang?" The last impression was that the captain of the guard beside him gave a low start.
He wanted to answer, but his throat was so blocked that he couldn't make a sound. All those names that he couldn't remember were choking and demanding his life.
In a trance, he did hear a deafening roar, it was his own voice, which came from the thick smoke of a certain year of war—
"Let's go!! Everyone who is not dead will get up for me!!!"
"You call me Gu Shuai, if you are dead, I will erect a monument for you. If you are alive, I will take you home!!!"
"Go!!!"
The voice was dripping with blood, stuck in his heart, he felt guilty, and he was in pain. He has grief and unwillingness that his promise cannot be fulfilled.
Gu Mang raised his hand to support his forehead in pain, his ears buzzing, and then he fell down with a splitting headache and fell into the dust.