This time falling, Gu Mang was faint for five or six days before waking up. During these five or six days, he vaguely felt that he was lying in the carriage for a while, and the sky was pouring in through the pale blue mule, and Mo Xi looked at him beside him tiredly.
After a while, I remembered some scattered pieces, some related to the person Mo Mo, and some were the vague faces in the army. Laughing and laughing, the cups touched together, hops splashed.
From time to time, a "Gu Shuai" came out of his mind, and a gentle sigh was heard from time to time, calling him "brother".
And in his deep dream, that big moaning chanting ritual of the soul-raising rituals floated like a grassy grass—you had Erlang holding a sword, and the blood and sand were hard to return. The body laughed last night ...
Yeah, those bones on the edge of the river seem to be clustering around him yesterday, watching him pointing at the mountains, listening to his heated words, and listening to him as a slave can also have ambitions and get the future.
That face of reverence, enthusiasm, trust ... why couldn't he remember it. He couldn't remember the names he tried to engraved in his heart holding the roster, those names that nobody would notice in the crowd.
He forgot everything.
But guilt was lingering, almost to dry his heart.
I will look at the heart of the king's legacy, I will pass on the spirit of Jun Yu, and the hero will return to his hometown ...
He didn't dare to listen any further.
Yinghun returns to his hometown ... But his people can't come back. His brothers can't come back. They are lonely ghosts with no names.
His chest was sore and almost out of breath. The brothers of the robes he had remembered so hard squeezed into his heart, his heart was going to be torn, and they were going to be driven crazy.
He was like a drowning man in the Wraith, he curled up and choked.
Don't 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 to be born in the next generation, to be born in Wang Sun's house, and to be a cockfighting horse ... I beg you not to work under a general like me in the next life ... I am innocent, too naive, too stupid , I'm really stupid. You killed me because I killed you. I'm not strong enough to let you die ... I beg you ...
I beg you.
He wept at the throbbing shadows in the dream, and in those shadows he suddenly saw a figure of a person.
Tall, ostentatious, unruly, always brilliant.
He looked back at him with a smile.
Gu Mang's heart burned suddenly, a forgotten name suddenly came out of his throat, he knelt in the heaven and earth dreamland, and he shouted at the dead brother—
"Show stars!"
Lu Zhanxing smiled, didn't speak, only blinked at him, turned and disappeared into the rushing crowd. Gu Mang wants to catch up with him, wants to hold him, wants to talk to him a lot.
But like every soul, Lu Zhanxing was gone. Large areas of dark darkness poured down, and in this overwhelming night, Chonghua's soul-chanting song sang softly, mourning those souls who could never return.
In the past, Erlang took the sword, and it was difficult to return the blood and sand. The skeleton was still beautiful when he was old. This body laughed last night ...
Gu Man fell to his knees in his dream, curled into a ball, with a hoarse call in his throat. He was calling his friends, his army, his desperation and enthusiasm when he was young.
Whoever held his hand, touched his hair, sighed softly and comforted him, and whispered in his ear, "Don't cry, Gu Mang, don't cry."
He didn't know who that person was, only that the hand was so warm and powerful.
Holding him is like taking him ashore from the Dead Sea of the soul.
Gu Man choked, holding his hand, and faintly felt that the light breath on the skin was so familiar and enough that he trusted.
So he clenched that hand and clenched those five fingers, and he cried, "I can't come back, they can't come back."
Because of his origin.
His people, his soldiers, could not wait until the end--
The British soul returned to his hometown, and there are green hills everywhere.
Can't come back.
"Why just leave me alone ..." Gu Mang cried out in tears, clutching that hand just like the life-saving floating grass, and couldn't cry, "Why do you force me to this step ... why ... why ..."
Suddenly, the man held his hand tightly.
He squeezed his hands so tightly.
It seems that he is using this power to whisper that he can no longer talk.
And I.
You still have me...
I'll stay with you.
It was so drowsy, until the fifth day, Gu Mang struggled to wake up from the wet dream.
His eyelashes were squinting, and his eyes were slowly opened-they had returned from Soul Summon Abyss, and the tail offering had ended.
He was lying on a large bed covered with thick fox fur blankets, separated by a thin layer of ink-colored moire veil, and could see the lush sky outside and the charcoal fire peeling inside.
It is Hehe House.
He has returned to Xihe House.
Gu Man got up, raised his hand to open the curtain, and sat on the big bed for a while. He was sweating, and the sorrow and sadness in his dream had not yet dissipated. He stared straight at the burning coals and muttered the name in his memory.
Show stars.
Lu Zhanxing.
He remembered that it was his brother, but other than that he couldn't remember more, such as how they knew each other, such as how Lu Zhanxing finally left. His brain was like a cotton yarn drained of water, and he could no longer squeeze a tiny bit. There are those figures in the dream.
His army.
He used to have an army, didn't he?
Gu Mang embraced his broken head, and felt so confused and bored for the first time sitting on the edge of the bed.
Fainting, the door of the compartment was suddenly pushed open.
Li Wei walked in with medicine and snacks. When he looked at him with his head still, he was surprised and said, "Aw, you're awake."
Gu Mang said "um" lowly.
"I woke up and drank the medicine." Li Wei held a wooden tray next to him. "Well, two bowls, a bowl of fever, a bowl of peace of mind."
Gu Mangong glanced at the two bowls of thick medicinal juice, but was attracted by a small celadon dish beside the medicinal bowl.
On that porcelain plate, there were two pieces of cakes with pink powder, rose and glutinous rice flour and the peeling skin was crystal clear and soft, wrapped in the dimly-filled bean paste filling.
Li Wei saw him staring at the two cakes, and laughed: "This Lord has ordered for you to prepare. These days you are too weak, you will vomit disgustingly as soon as you drink the medicine. Take the cake and go to bitterness You can still drink it. "
"Lord?" Gu Mang frowned for a moment, "... the ink went out?"
Li smiled and calmed down, glaring at him: "No big, no small, you can also call the name of the Lord?" And said, "Come, take medicine."
Gu Mang had no strength to bargain with him, not to mention that his dreams hadn't dissipated, and his heart was very ups and downs, so he obediently took the medicine, a bowl of strange bitterness, a bowl of spicy, holding his nose and mumbling. After drinking, I smashed my mouth after taking it, took a flower cake and stuffed it into my mouth.
It was probably to make him swallow even when he was groggy, and the softness of the flower cake was abnormal, like snow. When it came to the mouth, it didn't need to chew a few times, and it was easily melted.
Gu Mang ate one, licked his lips, looked up and asked, "What about him?"
Li Weiyi: "Who?"
"Is he not there?"
Li Wei then reacted. Gu Mang was asking Mo Mo's whereabouts. Can't help but be angry and funny, and taught: "What he doesn't have is called the Lord, or He and the King. How many times have you taught the rules." He paused, curious, "You ask the Lord What are you doing? Are you looking for him? "
Gu Man nodded and said, "I'm half the flower cake."
Li Wei laughed: "Do n't eat this kind of thing. Why do you want to divide him by half?"
"I ..." Gu Mang thought for a while. After remembering the weak crown ceremony, he thought of Mo Xi, and there was always some inexplicable emotion in his heart. Gu Mang said, "I should give him where I live."
Li Wei touched his chin and said with interest: "It's strange, is this the first-order consciousness of the wolves? Is the second wolf courting the head wolf?"
Before he muttered, he heard a cold voice behind him: "What wolf?"
As soon as Li Wei turned his head, Mo, dressed in a black suit, pushed in the door and walked in.
Li Wei immediately guilty and said, "Aha, ahhaha, nothing. The Lord will come back? So early today."
"It's almost New Year's Eve, and it's quite leisurely." Mo Xi glanced at Gu Mang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and said to Weiwei without turning his head.
When the carved wooden door opened and closed, Li Wei went out.
Mo Xi went to Gu Mang's bed, pulled a chair over, and sat down.
Gu Mang hesitated, "You ..."
Without talking, Mo Xi raised his hand and touched his forehead. It's really strange that the physical contact with this man before is by no means small, pinching his chin against the wall and pushing everything on the ground, touch his head is nothing. Why did you suddenly feel that organ in your chest shake?
There was some panic.
"No more burns." Mo Xi didn't notice Gu Mang's subtleness. He put his hands down, his expression was indifferent to the previous one, "Talk about it. What do you think of these days?"
Gu Mang said uncertainly: "I didn't ..."
"You better not lie in front of me." Mo Xi said, at this time Gu Mang noticed that there was some blue and black under Mo Xi's eyes, apparently caused by staying up late for too long, "I have been by your side for almost a few days now. .I have heard your dream more or less. "
"..."
After Mo Xi finished speaking, his cold and fair face turned sideways, waiting for Gu Mang's answer.
Gu Mang thought for a while and said, "I don't know. It's something very broken."
The ink went silent. He seemed to be trying to restrain and suppress anything, but this restraint and suppression collapsed to a critical point, and suddenly he couldn't hold it back.
He raised his eyes for a moment, sharply piercing Gu Mang's heart and lungs, as if he was going to peel the bones and flesh into his eyes. He stared at Gu Mang as a hunter for a while, then gritted his teeth suddenly:
"I heard you call his name."
Gu Mang: "..."
The next sentence of Mo Xi was almost crushed out of the molars, with an unspeakable resentment and hatred.
I don't even know if it is Gu Mang's illusion, there is still a sour taste.
Mo Xiyin said, "You can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing. Right?"
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The author has something to say: Wu Ximei: You still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing.
Gu Mangman: No, wasn't the first thing I remembered about you?
Extinguished sister: In the end, you still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing.
Gu Mangmang: ... I think the first thing I think about is only about you! !!
Extinguished sister: In the end, you still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing.
Gu Mangman: m! !! !! Is that my friend? !! Do you still not allow me to remember others? ? ?
Extinguished sister: In the end, you still can't forget him, you can't forget Lu Zhanxing.
Gu Mangmang: ... Okay, forget it, the essence of humanity is a repeater.