Chapter 162: lie

After Mengze left, the rain gradually became pouring, and from time to time there was a thunderous thunder that rolled over the city of Chonghua.
Gu Mang was still asleep, but Mo Xi knew that he was afraid of thunder, so he kept in the house and never left. At this moment he was holding a gold scissors by the west window, and cut off the candle wick, and the dim and dim flame suddenly lit, and it shone brightly all over the house.
He returned to Gu Mang and sat down beside the bed. Gu Mang slept the pillow in his sleep, so he raised his hand to correct it for him.
Just then, he found the book under the pillow.
Mo stopped for a moment and pulled the scroll out. It was a book without a name, only a page turned, seeing the familiar handwriting above, he understood everything.
Before Gu Mang, in order to retain his memory, he wrote a few daily notes.
At that time, he wanted to see, Gu Mang stopped him from agreeing, saying that if he was watched, he would be embarrassed to add, asking him to read it after he lost his memory again. Later, Gu Mang felt that he would make Mo Xi ’s mood even heavier when he said this, so he coaxed him into saying that he would probably not forget too much in 10 or 20 years. Do n’t worry about Mo Qi.
Unexpectedly, it was "ten years and twenty years" so soon.
Mo Xi spread the book out on his knees, dropped his eyes, and read the word on it.
Gu Mang wrote many things in that memories.
I wrote about my career in the palace, I wrote my first military service, I wrote Lu Zhanxing, I wrote Mu Rongci, I wrote Jun, and of course I stopped myself. But Mo Mo soon discovered that no matter who recorded any person, even those who used to treat him more often, Gu Mang only remembered the good of others.
A thick stack of books, without complaining.
Obviously being so insulted in the Xuegong, he only wrote "The scones in the Beixuegong are golden and crisp, cheap and good. It is good."
Obviously the first time in the army to live and die, he only said, "I have made many friends, and none of the people around me have sacrificed, which is very good."
He wrote about Lu Zhanxing, saying that he was "heroic and heroic" and that of the king, saying that others were "deeply worried."
Even if you write Murong Merci, all are hand-written, and you write down calmly, "The old man once said that he has kindness with me, don't take it lightly."
Everything he writes is good.
The misery in his life, such as the shadow of malice, the sorrow of which he could not help, were casually deleted by him. He came to this earth tormented for a too frivolous dream, but he just wanted to remember All the kindness he has encountered. As for those ugly, dark, madmen ... those who are just the dust that got on their bodies when they fell down, they just smashed away and needn't be mentioned again.
Looking at this volume alone, it seems that Gu Mang lived a good and quiet life.
Encounter in life is full of goodwill.
Denghua silently flows into a quiet pond in the candlestick, which is such an infinitely warm memory scroll, but can see the ink extinguished several times, and it takes a long time to read it.
Turning to the page where Xuegong first saw it, while crying, I suddenly heard the slight movement of the beasts around him. He quickly wiped his tears and turned his head, but saw that Gu Mang had no idea when he was awake, and was watching him silently with blue lake-like eyes.
"you……"
"you are not happy."
"..."
"Why cry?"
The dialogue seemed to return to the time of seeing you again in Luomei Bieyuan. He took care of Brother Brothers's eloquent words, a lively trend of thought, and a spirit of publicity.
But this time, Mo Xi knew that he would never dislike him again, despise him, and never bully him.
Mo Xi reached out and rubbed Gu Mang's hair while trying to pick up a pool of smiles: "I'm not unhappy. I see what you wrote before and I like it very much."
"I wrote before ..." Gu Mangyun said, he brought the scroll of Mo Xi's knee, and turned it in front of himself repeatedly. He looked down at the book, looked up at Mo Xi, and looked down at the book again.
His intellect has been eroded by the black magic curse, but his trust in Mo Xi remains stubborn.
At last he folded the books together: "I can't remember. But if you like it, then I should write it well. You are always right."
He paused and wondered, "What did I write?"
"Write ... a lot of things you forgot. You have been in the past thirty years."
"Really." Gu Mang encouraged a small cheek because of his thoughts. He thought for a while, looking at his side, trying to think hard, but he couldn't remember.
He didn't care, he asked calmly, "How am I doing?"
Mo Xi remained silent for a long time, and his throat seemed to be soaked in the saltiest seawater, and the moistness and pain would permeate almost every breath.
Under Gu Mangtan's but curious gaze, he rectified for a while, and then smiled and said, "All the people I meet are good, all the things I meet are good. It is a good life."
Gu Mong slightly widened her blue eyes and moved her long eyelashes lightly.
"is it?"
Before Mo Xi could bear the painful response, he saw Gu Mangyan smiling.
"I'm so lucky." Then he touched his head, "It's a pity, so many good things, but I don't remember."
"I remember you, you've been nice to me."
Mo Xi's sourness has become a sharp knife of the cheekbones. He scared to look at Gu Manchun's clear eyes, almost at a loss: "... not always good."
I also ... I have done things that hurt you.
I used to alienate you.
Gu Mang pondered his head for a while, and revised it, "You have always been the best."
"..."
After speaking, he stretched out his hand, mimicking Mo Xi comforting him, and touched Mo Xi's hair like a gourd.
At this moment Mo suddenly realized so clearly that not remembering too much might be a relief for Gu Mang. He no longer has to suffer for the death of Lu Zhanxing, no longer blame the death of 70,000 robes, and no longer need to see the blood of innocent people from his palm every night and night.
He could just look at the memories and only capture all the good things in the past.
It's just that Mo Xi can't choose so--
Gu Mang's black demon anger erupted only on New Year's Eve. He retrieved the missing two souls and called back Gu Mang in order to prevent his beloved from falling into purgatory.
"Brother ..."
"Ok?"
"No matter what." Mo Xi finally shook 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 a torrential rain outside the window, and another 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 curious curiosity.
Instead, the sleeping rice bowl that had been lying on the side was awakened, it hummed, and got up and ran on the bed with its four claws, and sat down with his two masters.
Late at night, the showers were sizzling.
However, the rain will always stop, and the dawn will always come.
Like the volume of memoirs between the two, when I look back, I remember most brightly.
At first, Jun Shang did not want Mo Xi to accompany Gu Mang to Lin'an.
In his words: "It may be too slim to find an overhaul on this trip. You might as well wait for Jiang Fuli Yunyou to come back. He will say it after he diagnoses it."
Then said: "We have the remnant of Blood Warcraft, and now Zhou He is studying its path, and maybe soon will be able to create a method to suppress the breath of the black demon. If you stay in the capital, you can still see the situation, if true When the creation of the student came out, it could be used by Gu Mang immediately. "
However, Mo Xi insisted on giving it a try first, and Mengze persuaded him from the side.
Just before he left, he extinguished Mo to Suzakudian, and said to Mo: "He and Jun, now the battle between He and Chonghua is frequent, and I am afraid there will be another war soon. You are always clear-headed, you should also Knowing Gu Qing's intentions and knowing who he is. He will not want you to delay the war because of his affairs. Although Gu You allows you to take a vacation in January, letting you accompany him to Lin'an to seek the spiritual soul, but hope no matter what the result After one month, you will return on time. "
Mo Xi said: "Yes."
Jun nodded his head, thought for a while, and urged a few words: "Now Wang Shujun is not in danger, Yue Juntian is old and seriously ill. The situation in Chonghua is actually very disturbing, let alone assassins in the palace. , None of the assassins who assassinated Wang Shujun have found out, and they are worried that those behind the scenes will still attack you. Pay attention to your journey. "
"Also, if you have time in Lin'an, if you have time, you should also visit Yue Juntian and urge him to refine the instruments needed by Zhou He and let their family be careful. Gu always feels that the assassins are assassinated. It is far from over. "
Mo Xi should all be answered one by one, but before leaving, Jun Shang called him again.
"Wait. There is one thing left."
Mo Xi turned his head to the side, but this time Jun did not quickly express his thoughts, but hesitated a little between the expressions. He pondered for a while, then said, "There are rumors in this period, saying that your relationship with Gu Qing ..."
"..."
"I ’m lonely and do n’t ask much, but people are awesome and people speak brilliantly. No matter what kind of friendship you have, as long as you have your heart hurt you, the words will be hard to hear. The things between you are not the most Importantly, the most important thing is that they will speculate on your ambition. Some people even say that you and Gu Mang have the ultimate goal of repeating the old thing of Hua Po An's self-reliance. His heart is impure. "
After Mo Xi heard it, he smiled at Jun Shang: "Is Jun Shang Xin?"
"... What do you say?" Jun rolled his eyes, "Gu is more suspicious. As for suspicious of a man who has sworn in a scourge? Gu just thinks that going on like this is not good for your army, you better still A little further away from Gu Qing. "After a pause, he looked at Mo Xi tentatively again," ... Well, but you won't really be with him ... "
"Isn't King Shang saying no to ask."
"... I just said it casually."
Mo Xi said: "In those days when my house was covered in dust, Brother Gu took care of me and accompanied me in the mud. His best brother Lu Zhanxing once advised him not to walk with a downcast nobleman. Too close, lest I have any misfortune in the future, and he will be tired to sit and suffer. Does King know how he answered? "
The king was silent for a moment.
"His answer back then was my answer today." Mo paused, and Xiguang reflected his clear face through the wide open window. He calmly but persistently said four words.
"You are expensive and affectionate."
The meaning of the words is obvious, no matter what kind of feelings, brothers, robes, lovers ... Where the friendship is, no matter what the words are, or the hardships, they will never regret it.
He won't let go of Gu Mang, nor will he stay away from being stained with Gu Mang. Because when he was trapped in the mud, it was this man who extended his dust-free hand and rescued him from the cold and dirty. Gu Mang is not his stain, but the immortal light in his heart for a long time.
Having said that, if you don't want to make the scene ugly, there is nothing to ask. Jun Shang quite tiredly sat down in the Huanglong pear circle chair and waved his hand toward the ink: "Really, that lonely can still say What? Let ’s just say that loneliness is not human. Well, let ’s go, hurry.

After a pause, he said indignantly, "You don't worry about loneliness either, neither of you give solitude."
Mo extinguished her thin lips and made a ceremony, turned and left Suzakudian, ready to go back to pack things, and led Gu Mang to the Lin'an area.
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