Yu Wu

"Senior brother teach me?"

Gu Mang suddenly opened his eyes.His blue eyes shone with moisture in the dark night.

The tent was very quiet, his chest was heaving violently, and his back was drenched in hot sweat.He heard his own beating heartbeat echoing grandly in the silent night.

He swallowed his own throat - what did he dream about just now?

In the final scene, Mo Xi pressed down and sucked his lips. The scorching heat was very different from the usual cold posture of a man. He could almost feel the overly prosperous emotion pouring out of his dream, covering the sky and covering the sky. Annihilate him.

But what is this feeling?He doesn't understand.He only felt that it had astonishing heat and frightening tenacity, and it was able to transcend waking and dreaming, making his heart beat wildly and his blood boil continuously.

Too sweet and too dangerous.

Gu Mang raised his hand subconsciously, touched his lips, and then turned over.

He saw Mo Xi sitting on the chair beside his bed, falling asleep with his face turned sideways. There was a clear difference between that face and the youth in his dream.

Not so childish anymore.Not so reckless anymore.

Even, no longer so sincere.

The years did not take away the beauty and beauty of his facial features, but stripped away those youthful innocence and frankness.Gu Mang looked at him, remembering what he said when he first met him, "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 - did they really know each other before?

They seem to be very close, hugging each other and laughing, and rolling on the same bed. At that time, Mo Xi was just like Fandou, and he didn't dislike him being dirty at all.

Are these real...

And that last one—lips on lips.

He didn't know what it was expressing, but when he thought of that feeling, his heart was very hot, even though there was pain in the heat.But he really wondered what it was like, what happened after their lips touched.

He longed to know, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember it.

Gu Mang blinked his moist blue eyes, he really couldn't chew these too delicate things, finally he stretched out his hand and leaned over from the bed.

He hesitated for a moment, but still curiously, touched Mo Xi's thin lips with his fingertips.

It's strange, why is it cool, not as hot as in the dream.

Or maybe the dream is fake?

Before he finished his hard thinking, under the candle, Mo Xi was awakened by his touch, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyelids opened slightly.

Mo Xi was probably still in a deep sleep, his eyes were out of focus for a while, he looked at Gu Mang hazily for a while, then lowered his eyes and saw Gu Mang touching his lips, so he felt even more like he was still dreaming.

Almost sadly, he sighed softly, held Gu Mang's hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it lightly.

"Brother... I dreamed of you again..."

"It's only in the dream that you won't be angry with me, and you will accompany me obediently..."

Mo Xi lowered his head as his soft and cool lips rubbed against the back of his hand, as if he was a little choked up.

Gu Mang stared at him blankly. Ever since they met, this man had never been so soft when his armor was removed.Seeing him like this, for some reason Gu Mang suddenly felt sore.

How can it hurt so much?

Obviously, this person just beat him yesterday, drove him away, and said he was dirty.

But I just feel that something is wrong, and I feel that the sincerity of both of them is not like this.The two of them... shouldn't... shouldn't be like this...

Gu Mang hesitated for a while, then said softly, "I dreamed about you."

"..." Mo Xi was startled, and slowly raised his eyes.

The hazy feeling brought to them by the candles and the long night is fading away, and Mo Xi's dull black eyes gradually gain focus and become clearer.

Gu Mang was almost helpless, just watching the confusion and tenderness in his eyes recede, revealing a large area of ​​shock and stinging pain.

He let go of Gu Mang's hand abruptly.

Mo Xi woke up.

He stood up abruptly, stared at Gu Mang for a while, his face was colorful, but he didn't speak immediately, he closed his eyes with his hands on his forehead, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, don't take it seriously. I I was out of my mind just now, I..."

Gu Mang interrupted him: "I dreamed about you."

Mo Xi probably thought he was talking about some random dream, so he didn't pay attention to it. Seeing that he insisted on talking about it, he asked, "...What did you dream about me?"

Gu Mang sat up, and he knelt on the bed, looking at the man who was much taller than himself in front of the bed.His eyes lingered undisguisedly on Mo Xi's lips, and finally fell into Mo Xi's eyes.

"Dream that you are hot, and you will laugh too."

"..."

"Dreaming about you is not as sad as it is now."

"..."

"You call me, Senior Brother."

Mo Xi's pupils closed suddenly, his fingertips were trembling, he grabbed the back of Gu Mang's head, forcing him to be unable to turn his head, forcing him to just look at himself like this, forcing him to put all his expressions on his face. Sacrifice in his eyes.

Mo Xi's voice trembled violently: "You said... what?"

"You are still young. I am young too. Together, in the tent." Gu Mang thought for a while, then said softly, "You are weak, I will accompany you."

Mo Xi's face was terribly pale.

Gu Mang softly whispered the sentence he remembered: "Accompany you when you are young and frivolous, and accompany you to become a gift with a weak crown."

Suddenly, like death by lightning, his muscles and bones trembled.The blood flow seemed to rush to the brain at once, and the waves made the eyes black, but the limbs were cold.Mo Xi's eyes were terribly bright, and his expression was terribly dark—it seemed that he was about to be torn into contradictory fragments by the too-turbulent water.

Did Gu Mang remember it?Is this the first memory that Gu Mang came back from?

Remembering the night of the night of the weak crown, they risked the world's disgrace and did such a thing.

"I'll be with you."

Mo Xi took a step back, obviously the emotion he should have the most is astonishment, or a sigh of relief.But he didn't expect that he would be caught off guard by hearing the tender words back then.

He thought he would never hear it again...he thought he would never hear it again!I have to rely on my poor memories to suppress the pain that I can't ask for in my life.

Why did Gu Mang just say that?

The sweet words from the past were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart so painfully, he bent down almost subconsciously, this indestructible man was crushed by this understatement to the point that he could no longer stand, He sat back in the chair and buried his face in his palms.Can't say a word.

He had slapped Gu Mang before, but just one word from Gu Mang was enough to break his heart.

Gu Mang looked at him. Originally, Gu Mang wanted to ask, was that really a dream?Or am I finally remembering a little bit of the past?But seeing Mo Xi's current appearance, no matter how unfriendly he is, he also understands——

it is true.

They really have had that period of time, but they have been abandoned in the time when they were young and fearless.

That night, Mo Xi left the tent in a haste like he was fleeing.

And for the next two days, Mo Xi seemed to be deliberately avoiding him.

In the past, he was full of disgust, but now he seemed to not know how to face him calmly.Gu Mang murmured several times and wanted to ask, but Mo Xi would not be alone with him, and would always walk away when he saw him.

Mo Xi really didn't know how to face Gu Mang - he didn't know how much Gu Mang remembered, whether he only remembered the first half of the night of the weak crown, or even the absurd things that followed ?He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.

Besides, what's the point of asking?

The relationship between them has been broken so far, and there is no way to mend it.Why do you need to pick up those tender fragments, which will only increase your sadness.He was still wearing the silk belt of the son of a hero, how could he forget the blood feud between Gu Mang and Chonghua.

In this way, they were silent all the way, and on the third day, they finally arrived at the Abyss of Calling Souls.

It was an abyss of cleavage, and neither its beginning nor its end could be seen.At the bottom of the abyss, there is a torrent rushing from east to west.When the army arrived, it was just dawn, and a round of rising sun pierced the dark night, solemnly rising from the horizon, and dazzling but not dazzling golden light sprinkled on the land of Kyushu.

Your Majesty rides a fine horse with golden wings in the snow, with golden stirrups hanging on his double stirrups, and his long gown pierces the snow. He rode out from the king's master.After him, all the nobles and followers also dismounted one after another.The early sun reflected on their robe sleeves with gold rims, which were decorated with nobles and nobles, with a great momentum.

The ceremonial officer sang: "Holding the lotus for offering sacrifices—"

The attendants of each noble family presented a lantern with a whale oil ever-burning lamp, and handed it to their master.These lanterns represent the sacrificed heroes of each family, held by the head of the family with both hands, and follow the king to the edge of the soul-calling abyss.

Murong Lian, Yue Juntian, Mo Xi... These Chonghua nobles stepped forward one by one, wearing sapphire blue bat-pattern robes, snow-white ax-tooth pattern robes, and pure black snake-pattern robes...

The sacrificial robes of every head of the family are extravagant and solemn, and only one dark pattern totem embroidered on the back is enough to intimidate, not to mention that at this time, these families who hold the highest power are lined up in a row, and each of them has wide robes and sleeves. Blowing and hunting in the wind.The golden edge of the sleeve edge is shining gorgeously.

Not angry.

The official said: "Kneel—!"

The entourage kneeled behind them like a tide, forming waves of golden light with different backgrounds.

"Falling lights—!"

Mo Xi and the others set down the lantern on the edge of the abyss, with the Light Feather Curse on it, and the shining light fell slowly, slowly sinking into the abyss.

The sky is pierced by the light, and the sky and the earth are brilliant.

The heads of the family also knelt down on one knee one by one, and the voice of the grand Nuo's sacrifice echoed in this empty and vast world: "In the past, there was a man who went away with a sword in his arms. The blood and sand were hard to return, and this skeleton was still beautiful when it was last year." , This body was talked about with a smile last night. I will take care of you with your loyalty, and I will pass on your great spirit. On the day when the heroic soul returns to his hometown, there are green mountains everywhere in the world."

The sound of the sacrificial song reverberated, and there were countless crystal light spots flying up in the Soul Summoning Abyss. They were the remnants of the dead scattered in the human world according to the rumors.

In the worship of the old man, fly to the golden light.

Looking at this scene, Gu Mang listened to the endless song, he saw the lanterns with names and surnames sinking, the souls of the Yue family, the Mo family, the Murong family...they all remember, in the song of the soul It is remembered repeatedly and engraved in the heart.

But what was stuck in his heart seemed to be some other shabby names.

He couldn't remember it anymore, but at this moment they were washing his heart like a tide—most of those names were ugly, very simple, and some were even just a surname, plus a number, and there was a sense of meaning coming out of the name. Stock is cheap.

There were so many of them, lingering mournfully in his ears.Like a dead unknown pawn, calling him from the bottom of the abyss, scolding him, and complaining about him.

Gu Shuai, Gu Shuai.

As you said, if we call you Gu Shuai, you will bring us out of hell.

You'll take us home...give us a name...

But you lie.

You don’t even remember our name, you don’t even remember who we are... The limbs are rotten, the blood is dry... nothing is left.

Is there a soul lamp that belongs to unsung heroes?Guide us to step back to the old land we once guarded, and see where the old people are, the mountains and rivers inside and outside.

Gu Shuai...Gu Shuai...

My name is... My name is...

Her ears were buzzing, and her eyes were almost red.Gu Mang couldn't breathe, he saw countless dead people crawling out of the abyss in a trance, and those blurred faces rolled towards him.

"Gu Mang?" The last impression was that the captain of the guard beside him gave a low sound of surprise.

He wanted to respond, but his throat was so blocked that he couldn't make a sound, all the names he couldn't remember were choking on him, demanding his life.

In a trance, he did hear a deafening roar, it was his own voice, which came from the thick smoke of a certain year's war——

"Let's go!! Get up all those who are not dead!!!"

"You call me Gu Shuai. If you are dead, I will erect a monument for you. If you are alive, I will take you home!!!"

"Go!!!"

That voice was dripping with blood, piercing the bottom of his heart, he was guilty, he was in pain.He has the sadness and unwillingness that the promise cannot be fulfilled.

Gu Mang raised his hand to support his forehead in pain, his ears were buzzing, and then he fell down with a splitting headache and fell into the dust.