This time, Gu Mang was drowsy for five or six days before he woke up. During the past five or six days, he vaguely felt that he was lying in the carriage for a while, the light from the sky poured in through the light blue clasps, and Mo Xi stood beside him with a tired expression.
After a while, he recalled some scattered fragments, some of which were related to Mo Xi, some of which were vague faces in the army. Laughing and making a fuss, the cups clump together and the hops splash.
From time to time, "Gu Shuai" popped out in his mind, and from time to time, Mo Xi sighed softly, calling him "Senior Brother".
And in his deep dream, the soul-calling sacrificial song sung by the big Nuo floats like flocks of grass. In the past, Erlang went away with his sword in his arms, and the blood and sand were hard to return. This skeleton is still jade-like last year. Laughed last night...
Yes, those boneless riverside bones seem to have clustered around him yesterday, watching him point the country, listening to his passionate words, listening to him saying that people who are slaves can also have ambitions and have a future.
Those reverent, warm, trusting faces... how could he not remember. He couldn't remember the names that he had worked hard to engrave in his heart while holding the roster, those names that no one would notice in the crowd.
He forgot everything.
But the guilt lingered, and it almost dried his heart.
I will take care of Jun Yidan's heart, Jun Yu Haoqi will be passed on, and the heroic soul will return to his hometown...
He dared not listen further.
Hero's return to his hometown day... But his people can't come back, his brothers can't come back, they are lonely ghosts with no names, their heads are bleeding, and they can't find their way home.
The pain in his chest was so severe that he could hardly breathe. Those Paoze brothers who he had tried so hard to remember were crowded into his heart. His heart was about to be torn apart, and he was about to be driven crazy by them.
Like a man about to drown in a heap of souls, he curled up and choked.
Don't you hate me... I tried my best... I really... I really tried my best...
I beg you.
I beg you to forgive me... I beg you not to join the army in the next life, I hope you will be born in Wangsun's family, and live your life by fighting cocks and horses... Please don't work under a general like me in the next life... I am useless, too naive, too stupid, I really You are so stupid, I caused you to die in vain, I am not strong enough to let you die... I beg you...
I beg you.
He was weeping at the moving shadows in the dream, and in those shadows, he suddenly saw the figure of a person.
Tall, flamboyant, unruly and always brilliant.
Looking back at him with a smile.
Gu Mang's heart suddenly became hot, and a forgotten name suddenly appeared in his throat. He knelt in the dream of heaven and earth, and he shouted at the dead brother—
"Show Stars!"
Lu Zhanxing smiled, did not speak, just blinked at him, turned and disappeared into the rushing crowd. Gu Mang wanted to catch up with him, wanted to hold him, and wanted to talk to him a lot.
But just like every dead soul, Lu Zhanxing disappeared in the end. A large area of gloomy darkness poured down, and in this overwhelming long night, Chonghua's soul-calling song was sung softly, mourning those souls who could never return.
In the past, Erlang went away with his sword in his arms, the blood was deep in the sand and the bones were hard to return. This body is still beautiful at the age of last year. This body was laughed at last night...
Gu Mang fell to his knees in his dream, curled up into a ball, a hoarse call came from his throat. He was calling his friends, his army, the dedication and fervor of his desperate youth.
In a trance, someone held his hand, touched his hair, sighed softly to comfort him, and whispered in his ear, "Don't cry, Gu Mang, don't cry."
He didn't know who that person was, he just felt that the hand was so warm and powerful.
Hold him, as if to take him ashore from the Dead Sea of the soul.
Gu Mang choked up. He held that hand, vaguely feeling that the light breath on his skin was so familiar and enough for him to trust.
So he held that hand tightly and clasped the five fingers tightly, and he cried out, "I can't come back, they can't come back."
because of his origin.
His men, his soldiers, can't wait for a word in the end—
On the day of the hero's return to his hometown, there are green mountains everywhere in the world.
Can't come back.
"Why are you leaving me alone..." Gu Mang cried bitterly, holding that hand like he was holding a life-saving floating grass, sobbing hard, "Why are you forcing me to this step... why... why... "
In a trance, the man also held his hand tightly.
So tight, so hard to squeeze his hand.
It was as if he was using this power to speak a whisper that he could never talk to again.
And I.
You still have me…
I'll be with you.
It was like this all the time, until on the fifth day, Gu Mang struggled to wake up from the wet dream.
His eyelashes twitched, and he opened his eyes slowly—they had returned from Soul Summoning Abyss, and the tail sacrifice had ended.
He was lying on a large bed covered with a thick fox fur felt blanket, separated by a thin layer of ink-colored moiré veil, and he could see the lush sky outside and the peeling charcoal fire inside.
It is Xihe Mansion.
He has returned to Xihe Mansion.
Gu Mang got up, raised his hand to lift the curtain, and sat on the big bed for a while. He was sweating profusely, and the feeling of sadness and sadness in his dream had not dissipated. He stared straight at the burning charcoal fire, and murmured the name that he recalled.
Show star.
Lu Zhanxing.
He remembered that it was his brother, but he couldn't remember anything more than that, such as how they met, and how Lu Zhanxing finally left. His brain is like cotton yarn that has been drained, and nothing can be squeezed out anymore. And those figures in the dream.
his army.
He used to have an army, didn't he
Gu Mang hugged his broken head, sitting on the edge of the bed for the first time feeling so confused and so annoyed.
While in a daze, the door of the wing was suddenly pushed open with a squeak.
Li Wei walked in with the medicine and snacks, and when he saw him sitting with his head in his arms, he said in surprise, "Oh, you're awake."
Gu Mang gave a low "um".
"Drink the medicine when you wake up." Li Wei brought the wooden plate to his side, "Here, two bowls, one for reducing fever, and one for Ningxin."
Gu Mang glanced at the two bowls of thick medicinal juice, but was attracted by a small celadon plate beside the medicine bowl.
In the porcelain plate were two flower cakes with a transparent color and luster. The rose glutinous rice flour and the skin that came out were crystalline and soft, and wrapped the looming bean paste filling inside.
Seeing him staring at the two flower cakes, Li Wei smiled and said, "This is what the lord ordered to prepare for you. You are so weak these days that you vomited in disgust as soon as you took the medicine. Take the flower cakes to go to the bitter end , you can still drink it."
"Master?" Gu Mang was startled, "... Mo Xi?"
Li Wei smiled and glared at him: "No big or small, you can call the Lord's name too?" Then he said, "Come on, take medicine."
Gu Mang didn't have the strength to bargain with him, not to mention that his Yumeng hadn't dissipated, and his heart was full of ups and downs, so he obediently took the concoction, one bowl was extremely bitter, the other extremely spicy, pinched his nose and murmured all. After drinking it, he smashed his mouth, picked up a flower cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
Probably to make him swallow even when he is drowsy, the flower cake is very soft, like snow, and it melts easily when it reaches his mouth without chewing a few times.
Gu Mang ate one, licked his lips, raised his head and asked, "What about him?"
Li Wei was startled: "Who?"
"Is he not there?"
Only then did Li Wei realize that Gu Mang was asking about Mo Xi's whereabouts. Can't help being angry and laughing, he taught: "What's wrong with him, call it the Lord, or the Lord Xihe. How many times have I taught you the rules." After a pause, he said curiously, "You ask the Lord What are you doing? Are you looking for him?"
Gu Mang nodded and said, "Hua cake, I'll give him half."
Li Wei smiled: "My lord, don't eat this kind of food. Why do you want to give him half?"
"I..." Gu Mang thought for a while. Ever since he recalled the weak crown ceremony, he thought of Mo Xi, and there was always some inexplicable emotion swaying in his heart. Gu Mang said, "I should give him where I live."
Li Wei rubbed his chin and said with interest: "It's strange, could it be that the wolves' equal-order consciousness is at work? The second wolf is trying to please the first wolf?"
Before the chatter was over, a cold voice was heard behind him: "What alpha wolf?"
Li Wei turned his head, and Mo Xi in a black uniform pushed the door and walked in.
Li Wei immediately said with a guilty conscience: "Aha, ahahaha, nothing. The Lord will be back? It's so early today."
"It's almost New Year's Eve, so I'm still free." Mo Xi glanced at Gu Mang who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and said to Li Wei without turning his head, "Go out, I'll talk to him alone for a while."
The carved wooden door opened and closed, and Li Wei went out.
Mo Xi walked to Gu Mang's bedside, pulled a chair over, and sat down.
Gu Mang said hesitantly, "You..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Xi raised his hand and touched his forehead. It's really strange, the previous physical contact with this man is by no means rare, pinching his chin against the wall and pushing it to the ground has everything. Why did I suddenly feel that the organ in my chest vibrated suddenly.
Somewhat panicked.
"It's not burning anymore." Mo Xi didn't notice Gu Mang's slight strangeness. He put his hands down, his expression was the same as before, "Just tell me. What have you been thinking about these days."
Gu Mang said uncertainly, "I didn't..."
"You'd better not lie in front of me." Mo Xi said, only at this time did Gu Mang notice that Mo Xi's eyes had some dark blues, which was obviously caused by staying up too late, "I've been by your side for the past few days. I have heard a little bit of your sleep talk more or less."
"… "
After Mo Xi finished speaking, his cold and fair face slanted sideways expressionlessly, waiting for Gu Mang's answer.
Gu Mang thought for a while and said, "I don't know. It's something very broken."
Mo Xi didn't say a word. He seemed to be trying his best to restrain something, to suppress something, but this restraint and repression collapsed to a critical point, and suddenly he could no longer hold back.
He raised his eyes abruptly, his sharp eyes piercing Gu Mang's heart and lungs, as if he wanted to peel this man off and show him in front of him. He stared at Gu Mang for a while with the attitude of a hunter, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said:
"I heard you call his name."
Gu Mang: "…"
Mo Xi's next sentence almost came out of his molars, with an indescribable unwillingness and hatred.
I don't even know if it was Gu Mang's illusion, but there was still a bit of sour taste.
Mo Xi said gloomily, "You still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing. Right?"
The author has something to say:
Ximei: You still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing.
Gu Mangmang: No, isn't the first thing I remembered about you
Ximei: You still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing.
Gu Mangmang: ... The first thing that comes to my mind is only about you! !
Ximei: You still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing.
Gu Mangmang: cnm! ! ! That's my friend, okay? ! You still don't allow me to remember others? ?
Ximei: You still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing.
Gu Mangmang: ... Okay, forget it, the essence of human beings is a repeater.