Your Majesty doesn't know

"Why?" He Zichen asked again.The answer to this question is more complicated.

On weekdays, Sheng Ling was very silent, making one suspect that even if he could speak, it would be difficult to hear him say a few words a day.He seldom expresses anything proactively, even when others talk to him, he always listens silently and rarely responds.

This time, the situation was probably more serious, Sheng Ling was stunned for a moment, and unexpectedly made a hand gesture, hesitant and jerky, as if a little shy.

"You mean..." He Zichen stared at it for a long time before he said uncertainly, "The abyss is very dangerous... Be careful of falling into it?"

Sheng Ling hesitated for a moment, and probably felt that the meaning was similar, so he nodded.

"Just because of this?" He Zichen looked at him inexplicably, a little in disbelief, "Isn't this too...cautious?"

He Ziyang nodded slightly on the side, and chimed in: "Be careful, be careful."

"No...it's right to be cautious. I also know that the bottomless abyss is dangerous, but wouldn't it be fine if you don't fall?" He Zichen felt that he couldn't understand the thinking of these two people. It's dangerous to stand aside, is any of us three-year-olds?"

"I'm so eager to pull people out, I thought there were some poisonous snakes and beasts..." He Zichen sighed, and said helplessly, "Then I have to go back again."

He Ziyang stared at him nervously: "What are you going back for?"

"I found a good eagle bone in that bone pile earlier, Ziyang, isn't your flute not very good, so I thought, use that eagle bone to make a flute for you." He Zichen pointed Pointing to He Ziyang's flute pinned to his waist, he curled his lips in disdain and said, "Besides, the bamboo flute is too ordinary, but the bone flute is more unique."

"Chenchen..." He Ziyang looked at him movedly.

Although for He Ziyang, playing a flute made of bones by his mouth is a real test, but when he thinks that this is his younger brother's wish, he feels that nothing is important, and he really wants to play it. So a bone flute made by my younger brother, but——

"It's better not to go, if you have a chance in the future, can you make another one and give it to me?" He Ziyang coaxed.

"Not good!" He Zichen turned his head and said impatiently, "Don't be silly, are you reluctant to give you something? I'm interested right now, so I fell in love with that eagle bone. In the future, the young master will not wait on you!"

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the direction of the cave. After walking two steps, he was stopped again.

Sheng Ling stood in front of him, looked at him with a slightly worried expression, and shook his head eagerly, apparently still disapproving of his going back.

"Hey, you're here again." He Zichen wiped his face, feeling helpless and depressed, "Be careful if you don't go, why not go by myself, my Lord Son? Stay here, anyway, I, He Zichen, don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, so you can kill me alone!"

He Ziyang persuaded from the side: "Chenchen, the Holy Son must have his reasons for not letting us go, just listen to him, what if there is really any danger?"

"Don't worry, Ziyang, I will be careful. Besides, it doesn't matter if there is an accident..." He Zichen blinked at He Ziyang when he said this, and joked, "Anyway, don't you have to collect the body for me? .”

He Zichen pushed away Sheng Ling's arm that blocked him, patted him on the shoulder, and said casually: "You don't have to worry, with my brother here, I don't need to bother you to collect the body when I die."

After speaking, he directly sacrificed the flying sword and headed towards the cave.

"Chenchen! Chenchen, wait for me!"

He Ziyang yelled a few times, then turned around and asked Sheng Ling: "Holy Son, should we go back and have a look together?"

Sheng Ling stood there expressionless, still maintaining the previous posture, with his arms half-raised motionless, he lowered his eyes in silence, his face was clearly white, but it was somewhat indescribably dark, as if covered in a haze. in the shadows.

"Son?"

After waiting for a while for a reply, He Ziyang couldn't help tugging on his sleeve lightly, and seeing that he finally turned his head, he asked again: "Shall we go back and have a look together?"

Sheng Ling glanced at him plainly, then shook his head slowly.

"...Okay." He Ziyang was a little disappointed, but he didn't say much, "Then you wait here for us, I'm worried about Chenchen, I want to go and have a look."

Sheng Ling nodded, and after He Ziyang also left, he raised his right hand and slowly placed it on his left shoulder. He pursed his lips, and quickly moved the corner of his lower mouth, a smile appeared for a moment, and then disappeared.

He Ziyang's spiritual power was very low, and he was not good at controlling swords, so he fell behind He Zichen by a long distance. When he finally arrived at the cave, He Zichen had already entered for a while.

Standing in front of the cave again, He Ziyang felt even more uneasy, perhaps because of the thoughts in his heart, the entrance of this cave looked darker and unfathomable than before, and he always felt that there were many strange things hidden in this seemingly ordinary cave entrance.

He took a deep breath, and finally walked in, groping in the dark following the direction he remembered.

Getting used to the darkness in the cave, He Ziyang felt that it wasn't that scary. He collected his mind, stepped up and ran towards the entrance of the other side of the cave. After turning the last corner, the front finally opened up.

He Zichen was in that light, bending over to pick up the pleasing bones on the ground, his body was covered with a hazy halo.

He Ziyang's tightly held heart suddenly relaxed, he narrowed his eyes, showed a relaxed smile, and shouted over there: "Chenchen!"

"Ziyang?" He Zichen looked up, waved at him in the backlight, and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

He Ziyang ran towards him and replied, "I'm here to find you...Chenchen!!"

In the middle of the speech, his voice suddenly rose, piercing the ears sorely. Before he could put away his smile, his pupils suddenly dilated, and there was endless horror in his eyes.But he didn't hesitate to run over there, instead, he accelerated a lot.

Behind He Zichen, a strange black mist rose from the bottomless abyss, and it was about to envelop him, but he didn't notice it, and looked at his brother who suddenly appeared crazy .

He Ziyang's heartbeat almost jumped out of his throat, his mind was in a mess, and he had no time to think about anything. In the chaos of thoughts, there was only one firm idea, like a long night light, guiding him to run there desperately— —

must!Chenchen must not be troubled!

The black mist changed into strange shapes, like the ferocious smiling face of an evil ghost, gradually spreading, and when it approached He Zichen, it covered his head like a black curtain.

When He Zichen's whole body was about to be swallowed, a bright yellow light suddenly appeared on his body, the light was not dazzling, so that he didn't notice it, but the black mist seemed to be scalded, and it suddenly retreated from his body. Open, and spread out in an instant, like a group of broken black cotton wool.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and no one had time to react, including He Ziyang who was running towards him.

"Chenchen..."

Almost at the same time as the black mist dissipated, He Ziyang rushed towards He Zichen, changing the positions of the two of them, but the black mist that had just dispersed suddenly gathered again, abandoning He Zichen, and turned to He Zichen. He Ziyang wrapped himself up.

"what!"

A strange and irresistible force dragged He Ziyang towards the abyss, but he only had time to let out a cry of surprise before he uncontrollably fell towards the university in the abyss.

"Ziyang! Hold on to me—"

He Zichen was lying on his stomach at the entrance of the cave, holding He Ziyang tightly with one hand, rubbing bloodstains on the ground with his elbow.

He desperately wanted to pull He Ziyang up, but there seemed to be a huge gravitational force pulling He Ziyang down in the abyss. Even if he used all his spiritual power, he couldn't pull him up, and the scene was stalemate for a while. Living.

The upper and lower forces are fighting each other, which is like the quietest but cruelest gambling, and the bet is He Ziyang.

The sweat dripped down on He Zichen's face, and his heart was filled with great fear.He vaguely understood in his heart that he couldn't resist the strange force that he didn't know where it came from. As long as he relaxed a little bit, Ziyang would be lost forever.

Even if he is always a person who dares to gamble and lose, this time, He Zichen is afraid, Ziyang, he can't afford to lose no matter what.

Seeing He Ziyang's figure swaying below, obviously only two arms away from him, and even though their hands were still tightly intertwined, he felt that the darkness in the abyss that was so thick that it could hardly be melted away was bit by bit. Sun flooded.

So despair overwhelmed him.

He Zichen was so desperate that he wanted to cry, but the reality didn't allow him to spare even a little extra strength. He felt that the weight in his hands was getting heavier and heavier, so He Ziyang had to clenched his teeth and refused to let go.

"Ziyang...Ziyang, you can't let go, you know? Remember, you must never let go..."

He panted slightly, his voice was very low, and he repeated incoherently over and over again, as if he was telling Ziyang or reminding himself.

The black mist rose from He Ziyang's ankles and circled around him, like a vicious and ferocious python, and like a heavy chain that could not be broken free.

He Ziyang felt that his body was undergoing some changes quietly. It wasn't painful, but it was definitely not a change he was willing to accept.

The black mist quickly enveloped him, leaving only his head exposed.

He looked up at He Zichen who was struggling to pull himself up, that face that was ruthless but seemed about to cry, and that he raised his chubby little hand and handed him maltose many years ago, and smiled silly and called him brother The little children overlapped, and the panic and fear in my heart strangely faded away, leaving only a little sense of relief.

"Chenchen." He yelled, his voice was very soft and gentle, and it was clearly transmitted to the other party's ears, but it was like a thunderclap.

He Zichen seemed to have sensed something, and stared at him with wide eyes, with some indescribable horror in his eyes.

"Chenchen, I'm sorry." He Ziyang smiled warmly, a small dimple appeared on his left cheek, which seemed to be filled with a lifetime of happiness.He squeezed He Zichen's hand reluctantly, and finally let it go gradually, sliding down from He Zichen's palm little by little.

The boy's face sank little by little, and his dimples disappeared into the black mist. Only a pair of smiling eyes seemed to be looking at his younger brother with nostalgia forever.

He Zichen will always remember Ziyang's eyes, with a cruel smile, nostalgia and abandonment, like a sharp knife, engraved on his heart with the most gentle force, engraved in the dream that he will never wake up from forever.

You are very gentle, but it still hurts.

He Zichen couldn't remember what it was like when Ziyang fell, was it like a cluster of flames gradually extinguishing, or like a drop of tears falling in the middle of a lake?Obviously his eyes were wide open at that time, it can be said that his eyes were cracked, why did he seem to see nothing clearly?

What else did Ziyang say at that time?

The memory seems to be trapped in a small maze, always spinning in place, and he can't remember it for a while.

...Ah, this dream is too messy, too lengthy, and too absurd.

Why are you still awake?

Ziyang was sitting at the stone table outside Changhong Ju. On the stone table was a piece of white paper. Ziyang was writing on the paper with a pen in his chubby little hand.A gust of wind blew, and a large piece of jacaranda above shook gently, and thin blue flower spikes floated down and landed on the stone table and on the white paper.

Ziyang brushed the fallen flowers carefully, but he was reluctant to blow them to the ground, so he took a sachet and put them away.

Just after tidying up, the fallen flowers rustled down again like a spring rain. Ziyang looked up blankly, and finally found him hiding among the flowers on one of the trees.

"Chenchen, come down quickly!" Ziyang stood under the tree with open arms, raised his head and called him anxiously, worried that he would fall from the tree.

Ziyang is really timid... Forget it, forget it, don't scare him anymore.

He slid down the tree trunk, squeezed a piece of pastry from the stone table and put it in his mouth, and said in a vague voice: "Hey, Ziyang, I had a dream when I was taking a nap. I dreamed that we were all grown up. Somehow, you fell from a strange place, and I desperately tried to hold you..."

"... What a strange dream!" He patted the crumbs of the pastry on his hands, shook his head casually and sighed.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems that it is just a moment, and it seems that a lifetime has passed.

He was slapped hard on the face several times, and in a trance, He Zichen saw Sheng Ling's anxious face dangling in front of his eyes. That white dress was so white that it was dazzling and sad.

wake up……

He Zichen looked at him with blank eyes, and thought a little blankly: This dream, it seems that I will never wake up from it.

"You must live well..."

Ziyang seemed to be saying this at the end, when his lips were already covered by black mist, his voice was no longer as clear and soft as usual, and seemed to be muffled.

He Zichen couldn't remember what happened after that, Ziyang's last glance crushed his memory, they were shattered and scattered in his mind, making him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

All the fragments of memory can only be pieced together quietly in the quiet sleep, recreating the scene of the day over and over again, so, waking up in countless dreams, crying heart-piercingly in the long dark night——

"elder brother!"

One of the two brothers is named Ziyang and the other is named Zichen.It means that one is the sun in the sky, which is radiant and eternal, and the other is the stars beside him, who are always accompanied by silence and do not compete with the brilliance.

It was originally said that the sun reflects the Changhong, and the stars hide forever.In the end, the sunset hides the abyss, and the stars accompany the rainbow.

How ridiculous, Ziyang, not only did I take away your Huimang, I even took away your life.

I agreed to wait for you to collect the corpse for me, but in the end, I couldn't even collect the corpse for you.

Ziyang, I'm sorry.

Brother, I miss you.

……

He Zichen was lying on the bed, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, soaking the pillow.Sheng Ling held his hand tightly and quietly accompanied him through the most difficult time, just like what he wanted to do but couldn't do a few years ago.

Outside Fuyue Palace, at the corner of the eaves above the high wall, a shadow stood silently in a guarding posture.

Behind him was a huge and bright moon, and in front of him was a palace of three thousand colored glazes. A faint devilish energy lingered around him, and he held a bone flute, which he played silently in the whimpering night wind.