After Mengze left, the rain began to pour, and from time to time, thunder rolled, covering the city of Chonghua.
Gu Mang was still asleep, but Mo Xi knew that he was afraid of thunder, so he stayed in the house and never left. At the moment, he was holding golden scissors at the west window. He cut off a part of the wick, and the dim flame suddenly lit up, making the room flicker brightly.
He went back to Gu Mang and sat down at the edge of the bed. In his sleep, Gu
Mang made his pillow askew, so he raised his hand and straightened it for him.
Just then, he found the volume under the pillow.
Mo Xi paused for a while, then took the volume out. It was a book without a name. He turned a page and saw the familiar handwriting on it. He understood everything.
Before, in order to keep his memory, Gu Mang would write some notes every day.
At that time, when he wanted to see it, Gu Mang stopped him, saying that if he saw it, he would be embarrassed to the point where he made him agree that he could not read it until he lost his memory again. Later, Gu Mang thought that it would make Mo Xi feel more and more heavy, so he coaxed him saying that maybe he would not forget too much for ten or twenty years, so Mo Xi shouldn't worry too much.
He didn't think that it would be "ten years and twenty years".
Mo Xi put the pages on his knee, dropped his eyes and read every word.
Gu Mang wrote a lot of things in that collection of memories.
He wrote about his career in the Academy, his first military career, Lu Zhanxing, Murong Lian, the emperor, and of course, Mo Xi himself. But soon he found that no matter how much he used to be mistreated by people, Gu Mang only remembered the good in others.
A thick stack of books, and there was no word of complaint.
Gu Mang was humiliated so much in the school palace, but he only wrote "the pancakes in the north school palace were golden, crispy, cheap and beautiful, so nice."
Of Gu Mang's first time in the army, he only said, "I have made many friends, and none of the people around me have sacrificed, which is very good."
He wrote about Lu Zhanxing, saying that the man was "heroic" and the royal family, saying that they were "deeply worried."
Even all of what was written about Murong Lian was all beautifully written. He calmly wrote, "The old friend once said that if you are kind me, you can't take it lightly."
He wrote well.
The misery, insidious malice, and pain in his life that he didn't ask for had been carelessly deleted by him. Once he came to this world, he suffered for a dream that was too frivolous, but he just wanted to remember all the goodness he had met. As for the ugly, the dark, the angry… Those were just dust on the body after a fall. They would disperse after a clap. It wasn't necessary to mention them.
Just looking at this volume, it was as if Gu Mang had lived a better and more tranquil life.
As if all his life he met was kindness.
In the candlestick, the lantern flowed silently into a pool. It was such an infinite, warm volume of recollections, but Mo Xi choked several times reading it. It would take a long time to read on.
He was turning to the page where Gu Mang first saw him in the school palace. When he was weeping, he suddenly heard a small animal-like movement around him. He hurriedly wiped his tears and turned his head, but he didn't know that Gu Mang was watching him. He was staring at him silently with a pair of lakelike blue eyes.
"You..."
"You're not happy."
"..."
"Why are you crying?"
The dialogue seemed to return to the way it was when they saw each other in Luomei Garden Villa. His Gu Shixiong's clever words, active thoughts and publicized spirit circled around and nothing was left.
But this time, Mo Xi knew that he would never despise him, hate him, or bully him.
Mo Xi put out his hand, rubbed Gu Mang's hair, and tried to make up a pool of smiles. "I'm not unhappy. I think I like what you wrote before."
"I wrote before..." Gu Mang was very worried. He took the book on Mo Xi's knees and flipped it repeatedly in front of him. He looked down at the book, looked up at Mo Xi, and then looked down at the book.
His mind had been eroded by the demonic spell, but his trust in Mo Xi was still stubbornly retained.
At last he closed the volume. "I can't remember. But if you like it, I must have written it well. You are always right."
What did I write…
"You wrote… A lot of things you forgot. Over the last 30 years."
"Yes." Gu Mang puffed his cheek out a little while thinking. He thought for a while with his face resting on his hand. He seemed to think hard, but he couldn't remember.
He didn't care. He asked quietly, "How was I?"
Mo Xi was silent for a long time. His throat seemed to be soaked in the saltiest sea water. The moist and bitter feelings almost permeated his every breath.
He straightened up for a long time under Gu Mang's calm and curious gaze, and then he said with a smile. "It's all good people that you met, and all the good things you had. It's a good life."
Gu Mang's eyes were blue, long, and light.
"Is it?"
Before Mo Xi could bear the pain again, he saw Gu Mang smile.
"I'm so lucky then." Then he touched his head. "It's just a pity I can't remember so many good things."
"I remember you. You've been very nice to me."
Mo Xi's bitterness became a sharp knife deep into his bone marrow. He almost didn't dare look at the vast and clear eyes. He was almost at a loss. "Not always good."
I also... I've done things that hurt you.
I've alienated you.
But Gu Mang thought for a while and revised his words. "You've always been the best."
"..."
He finished speaking and stretched out a hand. Imitating Mo Xi's appearance from before, he touched Mo Xi's hair comfortingly.
At this moment, Mo Xi suddenly realized clearly that it was a relief for Gu Mang not to remember too much. He didn't have to be responsible for Lu Zhanxing's death, seventy thousand soldiers' deaths, or see innocent people's blood in his hands every day and night.
He could only look at the recollection volume and capture all the good things from the past.
It's just that Mo Xi didn't work——
The outbreak of Gu Mang's evil spirit was only a moment. He could retrieve the missing two spirits and call back the complete Gu Mang, so as not to make his beloved fall into purgatory.
"Shixiong..."
"Huh?"
"No matter what." Mo Xi finally held his hand and said to him seriously, "I will always be with you."
Gu Mang nodded calmly. "That's good. I will always be with you."
There was a rainstorm pouring out and thunder outside the window. But this time Gu Mang was not afraid. He turned his blue eyes and looked at the leadgray sky with a kind of almost ignorant curiosity.
Instead, the sleeping Fandou, who had been lying nearby, was awakened. He was whining and groaning. He got up and ran to the bedside with his four paws. He nestled up to his two masters and sat down.
It was late at night and the rain was pouring.
But the rain would stop and dawn would come.
Just like the book of memories between them, looking back, all these two people would remember were only the brightest.
At first, the emperor didn't want Mo Xi to accompany Gu Mang to Lin'an.
In his words, "It's really impossible to find a major overhaul this time. You might as well wait for Jiang Fuli to come back. He will talk about it after he has made the diagnosis."
Another time he said, "We have the ghost of blood demon. Now Zhou He is studying his way. Maybe he can create a magic method to restrain the black devil's breath in a short time. If you stay in the capital, you can see it much more easily. If you stay, you can also use it for Gu Mang at once."
But Mo Xi insisted on trying first, and then Mengze persuaded him from the side. Finally, the emperor was relieved.
Just before he left, he called Mo Xi to Rosefinch hall and said to Mo Xi, "Xihe Jun, now Liao and Chonghua are fighting frequently at the border, I'm afraid there will be another war soon. You always have a clear mind. You should know Official Gu's mind and understand his character. He will not want you to delay the war because of his affairs. Although I am allowing you to have a free holiday in the beginning of the year since you asked go with him to Lin'an to seek the way to summon souls, I hope that no matter what the result is, you will return on time after a month."
Mo Xi: "Yes."
The emperor nodded, thought for a while, and then said, "Now Wangshu Jun is in danger, Yue Juntian is old and ill. In fact, the situation in Chonghua is very disturbing. What's more we haven't seen a hair of the assassins in the palace who assassinated Wangshu Jun. I'm afraid that those people will do something to you behind the curtain. You should pay close attention on your journey."
"In addition, if you have time in Lin'an, also go visit Yue Juntian and urge him to quickly refine the magic tools Zhou He needs, and make their family be more careful. I've always felt that the assassination attempts are far from over."
He said these things one by one. Mo Xi turned to leave, but the emperor called him.
"Wait. One more thing."
Mo Xi turned his head, but this time the emperor didn't quickly say what he was thinking. Instead, he hesitated a lot. He thought about it for a long time, and then said, "There are some rumors these days, saying that your relationship with Official Gu..."
"..."
"No matter what kind of friendship you have, as long as you have the heart to be hurt, it will be hard to hear. The things between you are not the most important. The most important thing is that they will speculate about your intentions. Some people have even said that you and Gu Mang are the same. The ultimate goal is to repeat the old story that Hua Poan became the king. Their hearts are not pure."
After hearing this, Mo Xi smiled at the emperor and said, "Do you believe it?"
"... You tell me." The emperor turned a white eye and said, "I'm suspicious again of someone who has sworn to heaven? I just think it's not good for you to control the army. You'd better stay away from Official Gu." After a pause, he looked tentatively at Mo Xi. "…Alas, but you will not really be with him..."
"Are you saying you won't ask?"
"... I'm just saying it."
Mo Xi said, "Ten years ago, in those dirty days for my family, it was Gu Shixiong who took care of me and accompanied me in the mud. At that time, Lu Zhanxing, his best friend, advised him not to get too close to a depressed aristocrat, so that he would not have any misfortune in the future which would make him sit and suffer. Do you know what he replied?"
The emperor was silent for a while.
"His answer back then is mine today." The light reflected on Mo Xi's clear face through the open window. He said four words calmly but persistently.
"He's precious to me."
It was obvious that no matter what kind of love it was, brother, soldier, lover… Wherever the friendship lied, whether it was human words or hardship, it was all unrepentant.
He would not let go of Gu Mang, nor would he be deterred by the stain he will have with Gu Mang. Because in those days, when he was in the mud, this man stretched out his unstained hands, and rescued him from the cold and dirty place. Gu Mang was not his stain, but the eternal light in his heart.
As for this, if the emperor didn't want to make the scene ugly, there was nothing more to ask. He sat back in his armchair wearily and waved to Mo Xi. "Really, what can you say? Besides, don't blame me. Well, that's it. Get out of here."
After a pause, he said angrily, "You don't want to worry about me, either of you."
Mo Xi pursed his thin lips and made a salute. He turned around and left Rosefinch Hall. He was ready to go back to pack his things and take Gu Mang to Lin'an.
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The author has something to say: two more chapters this evening, tomorrow's friend's birthday, it's too late to come back to tidy up the remaining dirty words ~ ~ coincidentally, today's updated words are not enough, tomorrow's chapters I also touch up, then today's two more chapters of the remaining dirty ~ ~ tomorrow's ten o'clock is more than two ha drops of the outside crying ~ ~ ~ Bo
Bo chicken!!! Today's thank you is in the last chapter ~ ~ love you duck~~~