[Mo Dao Tongren] Chaomu·Twins

install.Of course.

SiZhui panicked.

It's the panic and powerlessness of stepping into the sea of ​​blood with the front foot and falling into the abyss with the back foot.

He remembered the last time he felt this way, it seemed to be when he was called A Yuan.He remembered that day, everything was either black or white, only a tassel as bright red as blood, broke the silence, and let all the hustle and bustle arise.

He remembered the man in black, tightly wrapping himself in his arms, he couldn't see the man's expression clearly when he raised his eyes, he could only smell blood and smell.The man hid him in a cave, stroked his head, and said that A Yuan is good, don't go anywhere if you stay here, brother Xian will come back to pick you up after going out for a while.With tears in his eyes, he watched the man turn around and walk out, the black robe was flying up, he stretched out his hand, but couldn't grab anything.High fever surrounded him, and he was pulled into a bottomless abyss.

SiZhui was in a trance for a moment.But the reality does not allow him to hesitate for a moment.He hurriedly ordered someone to invite the midwife and doctor.Quickly send people to Qinghe to recall Mr. Hanguang and Mr. Lan.He can't panic, he has to wait for someone to come, to save his brother Xian.

Wei Wuxian lay on the collapsed bed, the strange pain tugged at his nerves, dragging him down again and again.

In a daze, he saw a 3 or 4-year-old boy running around with a big kite.A woman with a bright smile followed behind him, smiling and calling him Aying, slow down.He suddenly slipped his foot, fell into the mud, and burst into tears.The woman squatted down, picked him up with a smile, touched his scratched little hand and said, why are you crying, you just fell down, just get up.

This is his initial feeling of pain.It hurts but it's warm.

There was a sudden turmoil between heaven and earth, and he found himself standing on a busy street.An 8 or 9-year-old boy was wearing thin and torn clothes in the cold winter months. Although his little hands were blue and blue from the cold, he had an innocent smile on his face.The little boy suddenly grabbed the buns from the roadside stall and ran away, but unexpectedly, the big dog sent by the stall owner bit his calf violently, broke down and cried in pain.

Pain, fear and despair.

Later, Wei Wuxian experienced a lot of pain.The pain of practicing, the pain of being punished, the pain of separation, the pain of hatred, the pain of backlash...the pain was so much that he almost forgot what it was like to feel no pain.Pain is a good medicine for sobriety, making him realize that he is alive in this world.

Wei Wuxian was in a trance when he heard someone shouting to him, "Breathe! Use your strength!"

He felt light all over, and smiled inwardly: "What kind of force do you use?"How nice it is for me to stay like this.

Memories have nowhere to hide.He saw himself standing on a high wall, smiling with the emperor in his hand, and said with a playful smile to the little old man: "The emperor laughs, let me share the altar with you, can you pretend you didn't see me?"

He saw himself stalking and chasing Lan Wangji stalking.Copying house rules, sending rabbits, erotic pictures, archery range smearing foreheads, slaughtering Xuanwu, hunting and stealing kisses in Baifengshan, blocking wine in Jinling, throwing flowers on buildings, saving people at night, 33 lashes, drunkenness, breaking out of mass graves , Guanyin Temple Confession...

Scene by scene, frame by frame, these pictures rotate rapidly.

He realized that he had brought so much pain to Lan Zhan, he really wanted to smooth it out with his heart and wipe it away with a kiss.I want to tell him that in the future, I will bear all your burdens for you.

However, he felt that his body was so light, so light, and the fragments of memories faded away, and he slowly fell into the darkness.

Si Zhui has never seen Hanguang-jun smile, let alone see Hanguang-jun cry.

He always had a cold face, Luoyue Bingxin, Guangfengjiyue.He remembered how Mr. Hanguang asked him to practice "Questioning the Spirit" over and over again, and he didn't stop until his fingers were bleeding.After that, how to gently apply medicine to him and take good care of him.

He remembered that one Mid-Autumn Festival, all the disciples went down the mountain to play, and he was the only one who stayed in the quiet room to copy books.When the aggrieved child learned that he could go out, he was overjoyed, but he didn't notice the indelible gloom in Hanguang-Jun's eyes at all.

Tianzixiao, spicy dishes, hairball rabbits... are all waiting for Mr. Hanguang to pursue for you.In the foreseeable future, it was realized after 13 years.

That's a real smile.

Holding it between the corners of Hanguang-jun's mouth.Not obvious, but real.

This is the look in his eyes when he looks at brother Xian.

And this moment.

Sizhui seemed to see tears in HanGuang-Jun's eyes.

Hanguang-jun knelt on the side of the bed, calling out the name of his sweetheart over and over again: Wei Ying...Wei Ying...can you hear me?I'm here, I'm here..."

But this time, he couldn't even respond to a "roll".

There seemed to be a whisper in the darkness.

It's so annoying, why don't you let me sleep?

But the calls continued, and the voices became louder and louder, intertwined and composed into a movement.

Wei Wuxian felt as if someone was pulling his nerves, pulling away the drowsiness little by little, and he was also climbing upwards accordingly.It's just like in the Biling Lake back then, Lan Wangji grabbed his back collar to get rid of the water ghost and soar up.

"Lan Zhan...?"

"Wei Ying, I'm here."

The darkness is fading away, and the world suddenly plunges into light.Wei Wuxian opened his eyes abruptly.There was a clear and real sharp pain from the lower body.He held his breath with all his strength.

A loud cry came—

After the blood stains were cleaned up, Wei Wuxian fell asleep peacefully.

Lan Wangji sat on the edge of the bed, still holding the other's hand, whirling softly.

The midwife walked up to him with the newborn in her arms, and said in a low voice, "Second Master Lan, Mr. Wei is fine, but he is too tired and needs to rest more. Congratulations, Second Master Lan, for having a young master and a young lady...just..."

Only now did Lan Wangji set his sights on the two children.The little boy had already fallen asleep without crying, but the other...

He took the baby girl from the midwife and held it like a feather in his hand.

"Second Young Master Lan, Miss was too weak when she was born, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't survive tonight... Please mourn..."

Lan Wangji stared at the frail life in his hand, breathing weakly but seemed to be struggling to inhale oxygen.He reached out to touch the child's cheek, but she suddenly held one finger tightly.

That's small, meaningless power.

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