"Brother teach me?"
Gu Mang opened his eyes suddenly. The blue eyes were moist and shiny in the dark.
The tent was quiet. His chest was undulating and his back was soaked with sweat. He heard his heartbeat, echoing loudly in the silent night.
He swallowed his throat—what did he dream about?
The final picture is that Mo Xiu pressed down, including sucking his lips, the hot heat and the cool attitude of a man on a daily basis are so different. He can almost feel that too strong feelings are flowing from the dream, overwhelming. Annihilate him.
But what is this feeling? He doesn't understand. He just felt that it had amazing heat and horrible resilience, which could overcome waking and dreaming, making his heart beat wildly, and the blood flow was boiling.
Too sweet and too dangerous.
Gu Man raised his hand subconsciously, touched his lips, and turned over.
He saw Mo Xi sitting in a chair beside his bed, and fell asleep with his face on the side. The face was clearly different from the young man in his dream.
No longer so naive. No longer so reckless.
Even more, not so sincere.
The years did not take away his handsome beauty, but he stripped away those young and innocent people. Gu Man looked at him, remembering when he first saw himself, "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—would they really know each other?
It seemed to be very intimate. He would laugh together and roll on a bed. At that time, the ink was the same as the rice pocket, and he did not dislike him at all.
Are these all real ...
And the last one—the intimacy of lips touching lips.
He didn't know what it was expressing, but when he thought of that feeling, his heart was very hot, although there was pain in the heat. But he was really curious about what it felt like, and what would happen after their lips touched.
He longed to know, but the dream awoke, and he could never remember.
Gu Mang's blue eyes blinked, he couldn't chew these too slender things, and finally he reached out and got over the bed.
He hesitated for a moment, still curiously, and touched his lips with his fingertips.
It's weird, how can it be cool and not as hot as in a dream.
Or maybe the dream is false?
Before thinking hard, he could see the candle under the candle, Mo Su was awakened by his touch, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyes opened slightly.
Mo Xi probably was still awake and had no focus in his eyes. He glanced at Gu Mang for a while, and lowered his eyes to see Gu Mang touching his lips, so he felt he was still dreaming.
He sighed almost sadly, took Gu Man's hand, put it on his lips, and kissed softly.
"Brother ... I dream of you again ..."
"It's only in the dream that you won't be mad at me and will stay with me so obediently ..."
Soft, slightly cold lips dangled on the back of the hand, and the ink went down, as if choking.
Gu Man looked at him dullly. From the time they met, the man had never had such a soft nail removal. Seeing him like this, I don't know why Gu Mang suddenly felt sour in his heart.
How could it hurt?
Obviously, this man only hit him yesterday and drove him away, saying he was dirty.
But I just feel that there is something wrong, and I feel that both of them are not true. The two of them ... shouldn't ... shouldn't be like this ...
Gu Mangying said for a moment, and said softly, "I dream of you."
"..." Mo extinguished for a moment and slowly raised his eyes.
The dim feeling brought by the candle and the long night faded away, and the black eyes of Mo Que gradually gained focus and gradually became clear.
Gu Mang almost opened his eyes, so he looked at the confusion and tenderness in his eyes. The nakedness and sting of the blockbuster were exposed.
He loosened Gu Man's hand suddenly.
Ink was sober.
He stood up horribly, staring at Gu Mang for a while, his face was colorful, but he didn't speak immediately, he closed his eyes with his forehead closed and slowed for a while before gritting his teeth: "Sorry, don't take it seriously. I I was just awake, I ... "
Gu Mang interrupted him: "I dream of you."
Mo Xi probably thought that what he was talking about was a messy dream, so he didn't care. Seeing that he insisted on talking about it, he asked: "... what did you dream of me?"
Gu Man sat up, he knelt down on the bed, and looked at the man who was much taller than himself before the bed. Gaze lingered undisguised on Mo Xi's lips, and finally fell into Mo Xi's eyes.
"Dream you are hot, you will laugh."
"..."
"Dream you are not as sad as you are now."
"..."
"You call me Brother Shi."
Mo Xu's pupils suddenly closed, his fingertips were shaking, he swept over Gu Mang's head, forcing him to turn his head, forcing him to look at himself like this, forcing him to express all expressions I sacrificed to him.
Mo Xi's voice was trembling tremblingly: "What do you say ..."
"You're young. I'm young too. Together, in the tent." Gu Man thought for a moment, and said quietly, "You have a weak crown, I will accompany you."
Mo Xi's face was terrible white.
Gu Mang softly whispered the sentence he remembered: "To accompany you young and frivolous, to accompany your weak crown into a gift."
The ground trembled like thunder and lightning. The blood flow rushed to the mind like a moment, and the waves were black before the eyes, but the limbs were cold. Mo Xi's eyes were terrible with bright eyes, and his eyes were dark with horrible looks—he seemed to be broken into contradictory fragments by the too rapid current.
Did Gu Man remember it? Is this the first memory of Gu Mang's return?
Remembering the night of the Weak Crown Night, they did something like that.
"I'll stay with you."
Mo Xi took a step back, and it was clear that the most emotional mood was wrong, or should be relieved. But he didn't expect that he would be caught off guard by the words of that time.
He thought he would never hear it all his life ... He thought he would never hear it again! It depends on his own poor memories, the pain that the town can't live without.
Why did Gu Mang say it.
The sweet words of honey once seemed to be smashed by a heavy hammer, which hurt him so much. He almost bent down subconsciously. This indestructible man was defeated by this understatement and could no longer stand. He sat back in his chair and buried his face in his palms. Can't say a word.
He glanced at Gu Meng's palm before, and Gu Mang's one word was enough to make him heartbreak.
Gu Mang looked at him. Originally Gu Mang wanted to ask, was that really a dream? Or did I finally recall a little past? But seeing how Mo went out now, he didn't show any sympathy, and he understood--
it is true.
They really have had such a period of time, but they have been abandoned in a time when they are still young and fearless.
That night, Mo Xi went away hurriedly.
In the next two days, Mo Xi seemed to avoid him deliberately.
He used to be disgusted, but now he doesn't seem to know how to face him calmly. Gu Mang stunned and asked a few times, but Mo Xi didn't get along with him alone. He always saw him and walked away.
Mo Xi really didn't know how to face Gu Mang-he didn't know how much Gu Mang remembered specifically, whether he remembered only the middle of the night of the weak crown night, or even the absurd things behind ? He wanted to ask, but he dared not ask.
Besides, what's the point of asking?
They have been so far apart that they can no longer be repaired. Why is it necessary to pick up those remaining fragments and increase their sadness. He still wore the brace of the heroic hero, how could he forget Gu Mang and Chonghua's blood feud.
They were speechless all the way, and on the third day, they finally reached the Soul of Awakening.
It was a rift of the earth, and it could not see its beginning or end. Under the abyss, there was a torrential torrent, rushing from east to west. The army arrived just at dawn, a round of sun pierced the dark night, rising solemnly from the horizon, and a dazzling but unobtrusive golden light spilled on the land of Kyushu.
A junior rides a golden snow-winged horse in the floating snow, twins hangs gold, and a long shirt pierces the snow. After him, all the princes also dismounted. Chu Yangying illuminates their robe sleeves with gold rims.
The ceremonial officer sang, "Hold the offering lotus-"
Each nobleman's attendant presented a lantern with a whale oil light, and delivered it to the owner. The lanterns represent the heroes of each sacrifice, held by the head of the family with both hands, and followed the monarch to the side of soul-calling abyss.
Mu Rongci, Yue Juntian, Mo Xi ... these nobles came forward one by one, royal blue bat pattern robe, snow white axe pattern robe, pure black Teng snake pattern robe ...
Each of the ceremonial robes is extravagant and solemn, and only one of the dark totems embroidered on the back is enough to be awe-inspiring, not to mention that at this time, the families holding the supreme power are listed in a row, with their wide robes and sleeves Hunting in the wind. The gold rims of the sleeves radiate gorgeous light.
Not angry.
The official official said: "Kneeling!"
Following the tide, they knelt behind them, forming a wave of golden light with different backgrounds.
"Lamp down !!"
They stopped the lantern on the edge of the abyss, and there was a light feather curse on the lamp. The dazzling lights fell slowly, sinking slowly into the abyss.
The sky is shining, the world is brilliant.
The heads of the families also kneel down on one knee in turn, and the voice of the sacrificial sacrifice echoes in this empty and vast world: "Xi Youerlang took the sword, and the blood and sand were hard to return. This body laughed last night. I will look at the heart of Jun Yidan, and I will pass on Jun Yu Hao Qi, and the hero will return to his hometown, and there will be green mountains everywhere. "
The voice of the sacrifice resounded, and there were countless bright spots of light in the soul-calling depths. It was the rumor that the dead were scattered in the world.
In the worship of the deceased, he flew into the magnificent golden light.
Gu Mang looked at such a scene and listened to the continuous chanting song. He saw the famous lanterns falling, the soul of the Yue family, the soul of the Mo family, the soul of the Murong family ... They all remembered, It was repeatedly remembered and engraved in the heart.
But what was blocked in his heart seemed to be some other shy names.
He couldn't remember, but at the moment they were washing his heart like a tide—most of those names were not good-looking, very simple, and some were even just a surname, plus a number, which revealed through the name. Shares are humble.
There were so many of them in his ears sadly. Like a dead little pawn, he called him from the bottom of the abyss, blamed him, and complained about him.
Gu Shuai, Gu Shuai.
You said, we call you Gu Shuai, and you will bring us out of hell.
You will take us home ... will give us a name ...
But you lie.
You do n't even remember what our name is, you do n't even remember who we are ... the broken limb is rotten, the 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, mountains and rivers.
Gu Shuai ... Gu Shuai ...
My name is ... my name is ...
His ears were buzzing, and his eyes were red. Gu Mang was out of breath, he suddenly saw countless dead people crawling out of the abyss, and those vague faces turned towards him.
"Gu Mang?" The last impression was that the captain of the side around him gave a low start.
He wanted to answer, but his throat couldn't make any sound, all those names that couldn't remember were stumbling and asking for his life.
He really heard a roar that deafened, his own voice, bursting from the smoke of a certain year's war—
"Let's go !!! The ones who didn't die get up for me !!!"
"You call me Gu Shuai, dead, I will set up a monument for you, alive, I will take you home !!!"
"Let's go !!!"
The voice was dripping with blood, pierced in his heart, he felt guilty and he hurt. He had sorrow and unwillingness that his promise could not be fulfilled.
Gu Man raised his hand in pain and supported his forehead, his ears buzzed, and then he planted a headache and fell into the dust.