After Meng Ze left, the rain became heavier and heavier. From time to time, there was a muffled rumble of thunder, covering the Chong Hua City.
Gu Mang was still asleep, but Mo Xi knew that he was afraid of thunder, so he stayed in the room and did not leave. At this moment, he was holding a pair of golden scissors by the west window, cutting off a section of the candle wick. The dim flame suddenly lit up, illuminating the room.
He returned to Gu Mang's side and sat down on the edge of the bed. Gu Mang, who was sleeping, had tilted his pillow, so he raised his hand to help him straighten it.
It was also at this moment that he found the book under the pillow.
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, then he pulled the book out. It was a book without a name. He only flipped one page and saw the familiar handwriting, then he understood everything.
It was the scattered notes that Gu Mang would write every day in order to preserve his memory.
At that time, he wanted to read it, but Gu Mang stopped him and said that if he read it, he would be extremely embarrassed, so he asked him to read it after he lost his memory. Later, Gu Mang felt that if he said this, it would make Mo Xi feel even more depressed, so he coaxed him, saying that maybe in ten or twenty years, he wouldn't forget too much, and that Mo Xi shouldn't worry too much.
He didn't expect that "ten or twenty years" would pass so quickly.
Mo Xi opened the book on his knees, lowered his eyes, and read every word on it.
Gu Mang had written many things in that book of memories.
He wrote about his career in the school, about his first enlistment in the army, about Lu Zhanxing, about the Murong Lian, about Jun Shang, and of course about Mo Xi himself. But soon, Mo Xi found that no matter who he wrote about, even those who used to mistreat him, Gu Mang only wrote about the good things of others.
There was a thick stack of books, but there was not a single word of complaint.
He had clearly suffered so much humiliation in the academy, but he only wrote, "The Northern Academy's scones are golden and crispy. They are cheap and good. It's really good."
It was his first time in the army, but he only said, "I made a lot of good friends, and none of the people around me died. It's very good."
He wrote about Lu Zhanxing, saying that he was "heroic and heroic", he wrote about the Jun Wang family, saying that he was "deeply worried".
Even if he was writing a Murong Lian, his handwriting was delicate and elegant. He calmly wrote, "An old friend once said that I am indebted to him and should not be neglected."
Whatever he wrote was good.
The misery in his life, the malice that followed him like a shadow, and the sorrow of not being able to get what he wanted were all carelessly deleted by him. He came to this world and suffered for a dream that was too frivolous, but he only wanted to remember all the kindness he had encountered. As for those ugly, dark, and demonic things … they were nothing more than the dust on their bodies when they fell. They would scatter with a pat, and there was no need to mention them again.
Just by looking at this scroll, it was as if Gu Mang had lived a good and peaceful life in the past.
All he had encountered in his life was kindness.
The candlelight silently flowed into a quiet pool in the candlestick. It was a scroll of endless warm memories, but it made Mo Xi choke several times. He had to slow down for a long time before he could continue reading.
Just as he turned to the page where he wrote "The First Meeting in the Academy" and was in tears, he suddenly heard a slight movement like that of a small animal beside him. He hurriedly wiped his tears and turned his head, only to see that Gu Mang had woken up and was silently looking at him with a pair of lake-like blue eyes.
"You …"
"You're not happy."
"…"
"Why are you crying?"
The conversation seemed to have returned to the time when they met at the Fallen Plum Garden. His Senior Brother Gu's clever words, lively thoughts, and flamboyant spirit circled around and left nothing behind.
But this time, Mo Xi knew that he would no longer despise him, despise him, or bully him.
Mo Xi reached out and ruffled Gu Mang's hair while trying his best to put on a faint smile, "I'm not unhappy. I saw what you wrote before and felt that I liked it very much. "
"What I wrote before …" Gu Mang was worried. He took the scroll from Mo Xi's lap and flipped it repeatedly in front of him. He lowered his head to look at the book, then looked up at Mo Xi, then lowered his head to look at the book again.
His mind had already been corroded by the black magic curse, only his trust in Mo Xi remained stubbornly.
Finally, he closed the book, "I can't remember. But if you like it, then I should write it well. You're always right. "
After a pause, he asked curiously, "What did I write?"
"You wrote … a lot of things that you forgot. The past thirty years of your life. "
"Is that so?" Gu Mang's cheeks puffed up as he pondered. He tilted his face and thought for a while, as if he was trying very hard to remember, but he couldn't remember.
He didn't care, and only asked calmly, "Then how was my life?"
Mo Xi was silent for a long time. His throat felt like it was soaked in the saltiest sea water, and the wetness and bitterness almost permeated into his every breath.
Under Gu Mang's calm and curious gaze, he reorganized for a while, then said with a smile, "The people I met were all good people, and the things I met were all good things. It was a very good life. "
Gu Mang's blue eyes widened slightly, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
"Is that so?"
Before Mo Que could endure the pain and reply, he saw Gu Mang's face break into a smile.
"Then I'm really lucky." He touched his head as he spoke, "It's just a pity that I don't remember so many good things."
"I only remember you. You've always been very good to me."
Mo Que's bitterness was like a sharp knife that pierced through his bones. He almost didn't dare to look into Gu Mang's clear eyes. Almost at a loss, he said, "… It's not always been good."
I also … I also did things that hurt you.
I also once alienated you.
But Gu Mang tilted his head and thought for a while, then corrected himself, "You've always been the best."
"…"
After that, he reached out his hand and imitated Mo Xi's way of comforting him, and imitated Mo Xi's way of touching his hair.
At this moment, Mo Xi suddenly realized that not remembering too much was actually a kind of relief for Gu Mang. He didn't have to suffer for Lu Zhanxing's death, he didn't have to bear the responsibility for the deaths of 70,000 soldiers, and he didn't have to see the blood of innocent people through his hands every day and night.
He could only look at the memories and capture all the good things in the past.
But Mo Xi couldn't choose to do so.
Gu Mang's Black Demon Qi was about to explode. He had to find the two missing souls and call back the complete Gu Mang, so that his beloved wouldn't fall into purgatory.
"Senior …"
"Yes?"
"No matter what," Mo Xi finally held his hand and said to him seriously, "I'll always be with you."
Gu Mang nodded calmly, "That's good. I'll always be with you. "
Outside the window, the rain poured and thunder sounded. But this time, Gu Mang wasn't afraid. He turned his blue eyes and looked at the lead-gray sky with a kind of curiosity that bordered on ignorance.
On the contrary, the meal bag, which had been sleeping next to them, was awakened. It whimpered, got up and ran to the bedside on its four paws, and sat down next to its two masters.
It was late at night, and the rain was pouring.
But the rain would eventually stop, and dawn would always come.
Just like the memories placed between the two of them, when they looked back, what they remembered was the brightest.
At first, Jun Shang didn't want Mo Xi to accompany Gu Mang to Lin 'an.
In his words, "The possibility of finding a major repair is too slim. Why don't you wait for Jiang Fuli to come back from his travels and make a diagnosis first?"
Then he said, "We got the remnant soul of the Bloodsucking Scourge, and now Zhou He is studying it. Maybe soon, he will be able to create a technique to suppress the Black Demon Qi. You can stay in the capital and check the situation. If it's really created, you can give it to Gu Mang immediately."
But Mo Xi insisted on going first, and Meng Ze persuaded him from the side, so Jun Shang finally relented.
But before leaving, he called Mo Xi to the Vermillion Bird Palace and said to Mo Xi, "Lord Xi He, there are frequent battles at the border between Liao and Chong Hua. I'm afraid that another war will break out soon. You have always been clear-headed, so you should know Gu Qing's intentions and understand his character. He definitely won't want you to delay the war because of him. Although I'll give you a month's leave and let you accompany him to Lin 'an to find the way to summon the soul, I hope that no matter what the result is, you will return on time after a month. "
Mo Xi said, "Yes."
Jun Shang nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Now that the Lord Wangshu is still in danger, and the Yue Juntian is old and sick, the situation in Chong Hua is actually very unsettling. Moreover, the assassins in the palace and the ones who assassinated the Lord Wangshu haven't been found yet. I'm worried that those behind the scenes will make a move on you. You have to be careful along the way. "
"In addition, when you arrive at Lin 'an prefecture, if you have time, you should also pay a visit to the Yue Juntian and urge him to quickly refine the magic weapon that Zhou He needs. Also, tell his family to be more careful. I always feel that the assassins' assassination is far from over."
Mo Xi agreed to all of these, but when he was about to leave, Jun Shang called out to him again.
"Wait. There's one more thing. "
Mo Xi turned his head, but this time, Jun Shang didn't quickly say what he was thinking. Instead, there was some hesitation in his expression. He deliberated for a while, then said, "Recently, there have been some rumors in the streets, saying that the relationship between you and Gu Qing …"
"…"
"I won't ask too much, but gossip is a fearful thing. Everyone's mouth is full of gold. No matter what kind of friendship there is between the two of you, as long as they have the intention of slandering you, their words will be very unpleasant. The matter between the two of you isn't the most important thing. The most important thing is that they will speculate about your intentions. There are even people who say that you and Gu Mang are the same, that your ultimate goal is to repeat the old incident of Hua Po secretly crowning himself King. Your intentions are 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 I am, why should I be suspicious of someone who has made an oath of heavenly tribulation? I just feel that if this continues, it will be disadvantageous for you to lead the army. It's best that you stay a little further away from Gu Qing. "He paused, then looked at Mo Xi tentatively." … Ai, but you and he can't really … "
"Didn't Jun Shang say that you won't ask?"
"… I'm just saying it casually."
Mo Xi said. "More than ten years ago, when my family was covered in dust, it was always Senior Martial Brother Gu who took care of me and accompanied me in the mud. His best brother, Lu Zhanxing, once advised him at that time not to get too close to a fallen noble, so as to avoid any misfortune that would cause him to suffer. Does Jun Shang know how he answered? "
Jun Shang was silent for a moment.
"His answer back then is my answer today." Mo Xi paused. The morning light shone through the large open window onto his elegant face. He calmly but persistently said four words.
"People are precious and affectionate."
The meaning behind his words was very clear. No matter what kind of affection, brother, comrade, lover … where friendship was, whether it was gossip or hardship, he would not regret it even if he died nine times over.
He would not let go of Gu Mang, nor would he stop because being together with Gu Mang would cause him to be tainted. Because that year, when he was deeply trapped in the mud, it was this person who reached out with his untainted hand and rescued him from the cold and filth of loneliness and filth. Gu Mang was not his taint, but the light in his heart that could not be extinguished for a long time.
Speaking of which, if he did not want to make the situation ugly, there was nothing else to ask. Jun Shang sat down tiredly on the Kui Long yellow rosewood chair and waved his hand at Mo Xi. "You're really good. Then what else can I say? If I say anything more, then I'm not human anymore. Alright, that's it. Hurry up and scram. "
He paused, then said angrily, "You also don't give me any peace of mind. You all don't give me any peace of mind."
Mo Xi pursed his thin lips, bowed, and turned to leave Zhu Que Palace Hall. He prepared to go back to pack his things and take Gu Mang to Lin 'an.
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