Yu Wu

Chapter 162

After Mengze left, the rain gradually became torrential, and from time to time, there would be thunderstorms, covering the capital of Chonghua.

Gu Mang was still asleep, but Mo Xi knew he was afraid of thunder, so he stayed inside the house and never left.At this moment, he was holding on to the golden scissors by the west window, cutting off a section of the candle wick, and the dim and drowsy flame suddenly lit up, illuminating the room brightly.

He returned to Gu Mang's side and sat down on the edge of the bed.Gu Mang in his sleep tilted his pillow, so he raised his hand to straighten it for him.

At this moment, he found the scroll under the pillow.

Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, and pulled out the scroll.It was a book without a name, and after turning over a page, he understood everything when he saw the familiar writing on it.

Those were the casual notes that Gu Mang wrote every day in order to preserve his memory before.

At that time, he wanted to read it, but Gu Mang stopped him from agreeing, saying that if he read it, he would be extremely embarrassed, and asked him to read it only after he lost his memory again.Later, Gu Mang felt that what he said would make Mo Xi feel more and more heavy, so he coaxed him to say that he might not forget too much in ten or twenty years, so Mo Xi should not worry too much.

Unexpectedly, it will be "ten years and 20 years" so soon.

Mo Xi spread the scroll on his knees, lowered his eyes, and read every word on it.

Gu Mang wrote many things in that memoir.

It wrote about the career of the academy, about joining the army for the first time, about Lu Zhanxing, about Murong Lian, about Jun Shang, and of course Mo Xi himself.But soon Mo Xi discovered that no matter who was recording anyone, even those who used to treat him harshly, Gu Mang only remembered the good things of others.

There is not a single word of complaint in a thick pile of books.

Obviously he suffered so much bullying in the academy, but he only wrote, "The scones in Beixuegong are golden and crispy, cheap and good quality, really good."

It was his first time joining the army on the front line of life and death, but he only said, "I have made many friends, and none of the people around me died, which is very good."

When he wrote about Lu Zhanxing, he said that he was "heroic and heroic", and when he wrote about the king's family, he said that others were "far-reaching worries".

Even when writing about Murong Lian, the handwriting is delicate, and he writes calmly, "The old man once said that you should not take it lightly if you have a favor with me."

Everything he writes is good.

The misery in life, the malice that followed like a shadow, and the misery that couldn't be asked for were all deleted by him carelessly. He came to this world once and was tortured for a dream that was too frivolous, but he also just wanted to remember All the goodness he has ever encountered.As for those ugly, dark, crazy ones... Those are just the dust and dust on the body when they fell, and they will fall apart after being patted, so there is no need to mention it.

Looking at this volume alone, it seems that Gu Mang lived such a good and peaceful life in the past.

Encountered in life, all good intentions.

The lantern flowers silently flowed into a deep pool in the candlestick. It was obviously such an infinitely warm memory scroll, but Mo Xi choked several times after reading it. It took a long time to read it.

Just as I was turning to the page where I saw the first time in the school, when I was crying, I suddenly heard the slight movement like a small animal around me.He hurriedly wiped away his tears and turned his head away, but he saw that Gu Mang had woken up at some point, and was silently looking at him with a pair of lake-like blue eyes.

"you……"

"you are not happy."

"..."

"Why are you crying?"

The conversation seemed to be back to how it was when we met again in Luomei Bieyuan. His senior brother Gu's clever words, lively thoughts, and flamboyant spirit went around in a circle, leaving nothing behind.

But this time, Mo Xi knew that he would never despise him, despise him, or bully him.

Mo Xi stretched out his hand, and while ruffling Gu Mang's hair, he tried his best to put on a smile: "I'm not unhappy. I read what you wrote before, and I like it very much."

"I wrote it before..." Gu Mang was in a daze. He brought the scroll on Mo Xi's lap, placed it in front of him, and flipped through it repeatedly.He looked down at the book, looked up at Mo Xi, and looked down at the book again.

His sanity had already been eroded by the black magic spell, but his trust in Mo Xi remained stubbornly.

Finally he closed the scroll: "I can't remember. But if you like it, then I should write well. You are always right."

After a pause, he asked curiously, "What did I write?"

"Written... a lot of things you forget. Your past 30 years."

"Really." Gu Mang bulged his cheeks a little because of thinking, he turned his face sideways and thought for a while, it seemed that he was trying hard, but he couldn't remember.

He didn't care, he just asked calmly: "Then how am I doing?"

Mo Xi was silent for a long time, his throat seemed to be soaked by the saltiest sea water, and the moistness and bitterness almost permeated into every breath he took.

Under Gu Mang's frank and curious gaze, he rectified for a while, then smiled and said: "—everyone I meet is a good person, and everything I meet is a good thing. It's a very good life."

Gu Mang's blue eyes widened slightly, and his long eyelashes moved slightly.

"is it?"

Before Mo Xi could bear the pain any longer and respond, he saw Gu Mang smiling.

"Then I'm really lucky." He said and patted his head, "It's just a pity, there are so many good things, but I don't remember them all."

"I remember you, you have always been good to me."

Mo Xi's bitterness turned into a piercing sharp knife, he almost didn't dare to look at Gu Mang's clear eyes, almost helpless: "...It wasn't always good."

I too... I've done things that hurt you too.

I have also alienated you.

But Gu Mang tilted his head to think for a while, and revised: "You have always been the best."

"..."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand, imitating Mo Xi's way of comforting him, and stroking Mo Xi's hair in reverse like painting a gourd.

At this moment, Mo Xi suddenly realized so clearly that it might be a relief for Gu Mang not to remember too much.He no longer has to suffer for Lu Zhanxing's death, no longer needs to take responsibility for Qiwan Paoze's death, no longer needs to see innocent people's blood from his palms every day and night.

He can just look at the memory roll and only capture all the good things in the past.

It's just that Mo Xi couldn't choose that way——

Gu Mang's black devil energy erupted only in the blink of an eye. Only by recovering the missing two souls and recalling the complete Gu Mang could he prevent his beloved from falling into purgatory.

"Brother..."

"Ok?"

"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 great. I will always be with you."

There was heavy rain outside the window, and there was thunder again.But this time Gu Mang was not afraid, he turned his blue eyes, and looked at the lead gray sky with an almost ignorant curiosity.

On the contrary, Fandou, who had been sleeping beside him all this time, was awakened with a start. It whimpered, got up and ran to the bedside with its four paws, and sat down next to its two masters.

It was late at night, and it was raining heavily.

But the rain will always stop, and the dawn will always come.

Just like the volume of memory between the two of them, looking back, what I remember is the brightest.

Jun Shang didn't want Mo Xi to accompany Gu Mang to Lin'an at first.

In his words: "The possibility of going this trip to find Daxiu is too slim, you might as well wait for Jiang Fuli Yunyou to come back, and then talk about it after he diagnoses."

He said again: "We got the remnant soul of the blood demon beast, and now Zhou He is delving into it, and maybe he will be able to create a technique to suppress the black devil's breath in the near future. If you stay in the capital, you can go and see the situation. Once created, it can be used by Gu Mang immediately."

But Mo Xi insisted on going to try it first, coupled with Mengze's persuasion from the side, Jun Shang finally let go.

But before leaving, he called Mo Xi to the Suzaku Hall, and said to Mo Xi: "Mr. Xihe, there are frequent border wars between Liao and Chonghua, and I am afraid that another war will break out soon. You have always been sober-minded, and you should I know Gu Qing's intentions and understand his character. He will definitely not want you to delay the war because of his affairs. Although I will allow you to take a one-month vacation and let you accompany him to Lin'an to seek the way to summon souls, I hope that no matter what the result is , after one month, you have to come back on time."

Mo Xi said, "Yes."

Your Majesty nodded, thought for a while, and then said a few words: "Now that Mr. Wangshu is not out of danger, and Yue Juntian is old and sick, the situation in Chonghua is actually very disturbing, let alone the assassins in the palace. , the assassins who assassinated Wang Shujun haven't found out yet, and I'm worried that those behind the scenes will attack you again. You should pay more attention along the way."

"In addition, when you arrive at Lin'an Mansion, if you have free time, you should also pay a visit to Yue Juntian, urge him to forge the magic weapon Zhou He needs quickly, and let his family be more careful. Gu always feels that the assassination of those assassins It's far from over."

Mo Xi answered everything, but when he was about to leave, the emperor called him again.

"Wait. There's one more thing."

Mo Xi turned his head to the side, but this time your majesty didn't express his thoughts quickly, instead he looked a bit hesitant.He pondered for a while before saying: "During this period of time, there have been some rumors about your relationship with Gu Qing..."

"..."

"I don't ask many questions, but people's words are formidable, and everyone's words are golden. No matter what kind of friendship you have, as long as you want to slander you, your words will be ugly. The things between you are not the best. The most important thing is that they will speculate on your intentions, and some people have even said that like Gu Mang, your ultimate goal is to repeat the old story of Hua Po An's self-establishment as king, and his heart is not pure."

After Mo Xi finished listening, he smiled at Jun Shang: "Does Jun Shang believe it?"

"...What do you think." Jun Shang rolled his eyes, "No matter how suspicious Gu is, how about being suspicious of a person who has sworn the oath of catastrophe? Gu just thinks that going on like this is not good for you to control the army. You'd better Stay away from Gu Qing." After a pause, he looked at Mo Xi tentatively, "... Sigh, but you won't really be with him..."

"Didn't your majesty say you don't want to ask?"

"... Gu Ye just said it casually."

Mo Xi said: "More than ten years ago, when my house was dusty, Senior Brother Gu took care of me and accompanied me in the mud. His best brother Lu Zhanxing once advised him not to go with a down-and-out nobleman at that time. It's too close, lest I have any misfortune in the future, and he will be tired and suffer. Does your lord know how he answered?"

Your Majesty was silent for a moment.

"His answer back then is my answer today." Mo Xi paused, the sunlight reflected on his clear face through the wide open window, and he said four words calmly but persistently.

"People are precious and affectionate."

The implication is already obvious, no matter what kind of love it is, brothers, robes, lovers... where the friendship lies, whether it is spoken by people or hardships, it is impossible to regret it.

He will not let go of Gu Mang, nor will he be deterred by the stains he will get with Gu Mang.Because back then, when he was deeply mired in the mud, it was this man who stretched out his spotless hand and rescued him from the loneliness and filth.Gu Mang was not his stain, but the indelible light in his heart for a long time.

Speaking of which, if you don't want to make the scene ugly, you don't have anything to ask, Your Majesty sat down on the Kuilong Huanghuali armchair rather tiredly, and waved to Mo Xi: "It's true, what else can I say?" What? Besides, Gu is not a human being. Well, let’s leave it at that, hurry up and get lost.”

After a pause, he said angrily again: "You don't care about Gu, you don't care about Gu."

Mo Xi pursed his thin lips, made a salute, turned and left the Suzaku Hall, ready to go back to pack his things, and take Gu Mang to Lin'an area.