For the rest of my life, I am lucky to know my old friend

Those people, those scenes came again.On that gloomy spring day a year ago, when he came back from Luoyang sadly and stumbled back home, Du Heng felt that all thoughts were hopeless, and he just wanted to dig out two jars of wine from under the flower tree, have a good drink, and get drunk to relieve all worries.

His door was knocked open, and all the literary elders who were outraged by righteous indignation heard that Du Heng, the thief who stole the text, had the face to return to Chang'an.

Standing in the garden with a hoe in his hand, Du Heng, who was about to dig wine, looked at their distorted and ferocious faces in astonishment. It was almost unbelievable that these people were once his friends and had been friends with him for many days.

When the leader saw the hoe Du Heng was holding, he immediately said uprightly: "Little thief Du Heng, with the murder weapon in your hand, do you want to kill me and other loyal people? Hmph! There are people who come after you, you can't finish killing them!"

Hearing what he said, Du Heng immediately put down the hoe and said, "That's not the case, I just..."

"No need to quibble!" The crowd rolled up their sleeves and punched, shouting, "You literary thief, I only hate that we didn't know the truth before, and we were deceived by you for so many years!"

"I'm not!" Du Heng said angrily when he heard the words, "I've been framed by others, it's like a bluebottle, white jade has been wronged, you have all made friends with me, why can't you believe me?!"

"Believe it?! How do you believe it?" Everyone said one by one: "Who can really do it with both hands together? It must be some tricks, just like the tricks taught by Hongyi in the past." "How can anyone do it?" Have a photographic memory? Is it difficult even if you are as talented as Zijian?!"; "A young man who is no more than a weak crown can write poems and essays that are better than those of the literary world! Hmph, it must be a fake"

The venom born from jealousy poured unreservedly on Du Heng like acid that could corrode everything. Du Heng looked at them blankly and fearfully, wanting to see a familiar person behind these ferocious ghosts. , but only a few people saw Du Heng's eyes lowered for help, but no one came out to stop him.

When the leader saw Du Heng, who was pinned to the ground and could not move, he showed a crazy and bloodthirsty smile, just like the smile of a wild beast when a mob overthrows and destroys a beautiful building.Every muscle trembling in his body expresses a meaning, destroy him, destroy him, destroy him!

Destroying a genius will always bring boundless pleasure, especially for mediocrity, this is a once-in-a-lifetime feast for them.

Someone took out a knife and looked at Du Heng's slender, fair fingers with malicious intent. These hands could write the most beautiful poems and easily take away the glory of everyone at the banquet. How can one not hate it? !With a trembling voice, he forcibly suppressed the excitement and happiness in his heart, and said: "Cut off his hands, so that he will never be a literary thief again!"

"Okay!" Everyone responded loudly.

Du Heng, who was already numb from the pain, immediately came to his senses when he heard this sentence, struggled hard, and begged for mercy: "No! Please...don't!"

Accompanied by a desperate cry of pain came the severe pain in the hands, or it should be fortunate that these people are just inexperienced scholars with blunt knives that are only used for cutting paper. on the back of the hand.The knife fell heavily, but only a little blood came out. The assailant pulled the knife out of hesitation, and a long cut was made. The blood was pouring, and the flesh was rolled up. Now he showed a satisfied and proud smile.

Seeing this bloody scene, the people next to him also seemed to turn red, and applauded loudly!

Then it slashed on the wrist again, the white tendon of the hand was almost torn off; after that came the slender fingers...

In the middle of the night, Xue Chengye heard crying in his sleep, and he woke up suddenly. He has always been brave, so naturally he would not think of ghosts and gods and other inhuman things, but first thought of which bold maid was in his bed. Crying outside the bedroom, and then he felt a slight tremor in his chest.

Du Heng cried.

He sobbed softly in front of his chest, hot tears trickled down, wet his shirt, and landed on his chest, scorching hot as if it was about to burn his heart, Xue Chengye got up carefully, and moved him from his chest In his arms, he raised the bed curtain with one hand.Candlelight from outside penetrated obliquely through the translucent mica screen, slightly illuminating Du Heng's face.

Xue Chengye also saw the distorted expression on Du Heng's face by the candlelight. He closed his eyes tightly, his lips were trembling uncontrollably, tears kept sliding down his cheeks, and even his limbs were twisted, curled up as if he was extremely afraid of the cold. In a ball, hands tightly clenched into fists.This is fear, extreme, near-death fear, Xue Chengye understood it immediately, because he had seen it countless times, but those people were usually his enemies.

With one knife and one shield, Xue Chengye, who took the lead as a soldier, has seen countless enemies showing such a look of fear in front of him, trying to escape like a mouse, but usually, Xue Chengye just cut them in two without saying a word, and ended it mercifully. the pain they endured.

But now that such fear appeared on Du Heng's body, Xue Chengye felt that his heart was about to be crushed. What had he encountered before, and why did he experience such despair comparable to that on the battlefield?Logically speaking, a scholar living in Chang'an shouldn't encounter these things.

Xue Chengye thought of the scars on Du Heng's hands, and seemed to understand that those wounds were indeed like knife wounds. Has anyone ever hurt him like this?Xue Chengye's face turned dark when he thought of this.

"Ahem, ahem, ah... Hong Zu?"

Du Heng coughed and woke up from the nightmare with tears, and found that he was actually sleeping next to someone's arm. It seemed that those people in the dream appeared in front of him in a trance, those arms that pressed him and made him unable to break free, Can't help but throbbing in my heart, I pulled the quilt over my head, curled up in a ball, shivering in place.

After waiting for a while, he remembered that he was sleeping on Xue Chengye's bed. He carefully poked his head out from under the quilt, looked at Xue Chengye who was sitting in the backlight, like a god and Buddha, and said something tentatively.

Xue Chengye looked down and saw that Du Heng's eyes looking at him seemed to be shining under the faint candlelight, and there was undisguised joy inside. His heart warmed up, and he dug him out of the bed, hugged him into his arms, and said warmly: "Is this a nightmare?"

"Hmm." Du Heng felt that talking about this was like digging up his own scars for others to see. He couldn't help being a little ashamed, and said shyly. Fortunately, no one could see his face in the dark, which made him feel better.

"What nightmare did you have?" Xue Chengye asked while stroking the back of her hand.

When Du Heng heard this question, his body froze suddenly, he quickly withdrew his hand, and said, "I'm disturbing you to sleep, I'll go to the guest room."

"No." Xue Chengye refused bluntly. After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, kissed Du Heng's forehead lightly, and then continued, "I can only sleep when you are here."

"However, you should enter the palace tomorrow." Du Heng thought with some guilt, and disturbed the purity of others, it really shouldn't be.

"I don't need to sit in the office." Xue Chengye said indifferently, "After seeing the emperor, I will come back, maybe I can catch up with you for lunch, and just catch up on sleep when I come back. Besides, when I was fighting, I also tried not closing my eyes for a day and a night."

"but……"

"Don't let it go, go to sleep." Xue Chengye said, "If you sleep next to me, I will feel at ease."

"How can I be useful?" Hearing this, Du Heng felt his eyes heat up for some reason, shook his head a little unconfidently, and asked in a low voice, his voice trembling, with anticipation that he couldn't even feel.

"Yes." Xue Chengye lay down, and as soon as he stretched out his long arms, he hugged Du Heng into his arms again, and said, "You don't know, I always feel like I'm dreaming these two days, I'm really scared, once I let go, you will disappear Gone."

"I..." Du Heng choked up and said, "I'm tired, go to sleep."

Xue Chengye got up at four o'clock in the morning to put on his official uniform and was about to enter the palace. When he got up, he found Du Heng was pillowed on his chest, sleeping soundly while clutching his lapel.Xue Chengye carefully took off his clothes, stuffed them into Du Heng's hands, then gently placed the person on the pillow, and then tiptoed off the bed, signaling the maids outside to keep their voices down.

In the end, he looked back at Du Heng who was sleeping soundly, put on his robe and went outside to change. Before he left, he told the maids to remember to prepare meals, and those who dared to neglect should follow the military law.

Jiutianchang opens the palace, and all nations pay homage to Mianqi.

After going to court, Xue Chengye sat on the table, while listening to the emperor's performance, he estimated the time and secretly scolded the emperor for talking too much nonsense today.After coming down to court, the emperor actually took Xue Chengye to have dinner with him, which would have been fine in normal times, but now, this orange-skinned and white-haired old man couldn't compare to his family's Zhongping, who was so eye-catching and cute.But after all, he couldn't be too disrespectful to the emperor, so Xue Chengye endured it.

After enduring the meal, Xue Chengye left in fear, and rode his fast horse towards the mansion.Wearing an official uniform, he arrived in front of the inner study, and as soon as he knocked on the door, he went in dressed in the new wind and snow.

Du Heng, who was originally sitting, saw Xue Chengye's tall figure in a cloak, which almost covered the entire door. Because of the backlight, he couldn't see his face clearly. Only the light coming in through the crack of the door outlined a vague shadow, like It's like the descending of an ancient demon god.

Du Heng took a deep breath, stepped forward, tilted his head slightly, and reached out to untie Xue Chengye's cloak, but Xue Chengye grabbed it.Xue Chengye just put his hands together, and hid Du Heng's hands in his palms. His hands, which had been exposed because he was holding the reins in the snow, were cold, but only his palms were still warm, making Du Heng shiver from the cold.

Seeing this, Xue Chengye smiled narrowly as if the prank had succeeded, and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Du Heng thought for a while, nodded and said, "Think."

He seemed to be thinking about Xue Chengye, otherwise he wouldn't have done such a stupid thing: sitting by the window wrapped in a cloak, and specially opened the window so that he could look into the courtyard from time to time, just to see that person never came back.

Hearing this, Xue Chengye was overjoyed, took his hand and kissed it, and asked, "Did you do something?" While speaking, he took off his cloak, revealing the crimson official uniform with the toga and sleeves inside. , with nine chapters embroidered on it, the literary talent is brilliant, if it is worn on other people, the whole person seems to be buried in the continuous flower clusters of embroidery, but when worn on Xue Chengye, there is a kind of grand and solemn beauty, which is even more beautiful. I am so heroic.

Thinking of this, Du Heng stared at Xue Chengye in a daze.Xue Chengye looked back and saw that he frowned and took off the official uniform, only wearing a white gauze shirt, and put the official uniform on Du Heng's body, then took a look, and said: "Zhongping looks better in clothes than I do."

Du Heng came back to his senses at once, quickly took off his official uniform, and said in a panic: "No, this is not suitable." An extremely talented minister can be described as the ambition of scholars in the world, but wearing Xue Chengye's official uniform always makes people feel uncomfortable. He felt like he had stolen something, and he was almost drowned in guilt.

Xue Chengye hugged him from behind and said, "Why?"

"The country has its own system." Du Heng said immediately.

"It's just the system?" Xue Chengye's hand slid in from the front of his shirt, pressing against Du Heng's chest with only a thin layer of unlined clothing. The warmth of his palm seemed to be able to penetrate through the thin layer of clothing and reach his heart.

Du Heng twisted uncomfortably under the heat, trying to break free but was firmly fixed.Xue Chengye still wanted to ask in his ear: "It's just the system?"

Du Heng was so hot that he was in a daze, half dreaming and half awake, and could only explain: "Everyone likes this, and so do I. But it's yours, I can't..." Du Heng didn't go any further, Instead, he blurted out "□□", then panted and fell into Xue Chengye's arms.

Because Xue Chengye's hand on his chest was gently rubbing his chest through his shirt, and he still said, "I really miss you. Your heart is beating under your hand, beating so fast Great, are you telling the truth?"

"It's true." Hearing Xue Chengye say this, Du Heng's delicate heart seemed to be twisted by a sharp knife, but it didn't seem to hurt so much, so he could only speak as calmly as possible.

In Xue Chengye's ears, he heard Du Heng's voice trembling, and he didn't know whether he was angry or crying, so he couldn't help feeling very regretful, stroked his chest, and said: "I know, I know. You were looking at me just now, weren't you?"

Du Heng blushed when he heard this, and immediately scolded: "Nonsense."

"I found out that when you are shy, your heart beats the most."

Hearing this, Du Heng was very angry, pursed his lips, and after a while he said coldly: "You are very proud?!" Playing with me like this must be fun like playing a monkey? !

Hearing the coldness in Du Heng's words, Xue Chengye was shocked, and immediately stood up straight, pulled out the hand that was still groping on Du Heng's chest, walked around to Du Heng, bowed to him, and said, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have done this, so that I underestimated you, and underestimated myself."

It was rare for Du Heng to see him looking so serious, and he almost laughed, but he just said flatly: "There is nothing wrong with it, as long as you like it."

"No." Hearing what Du Heng said, Xue Chengye couldn't help but regretted his frivolity, and quickly said, "You are such a good person, I shouldn't doubt you."

"I'm a good person? Where did you know that?" Du Heng glanced at him sideways, and said, "From my face, or from my body?" Du Heng didn't feel pain when he said these words, but felt a little happy It seems that after a long period of pain, only numbness remains, but if there is a little more pain, it will feel refreshed.

"From your piano sound." Xue Chengye said without hesitation, "You played it for me. I won't say it, but I just think that a person who can play such a piano sound must have a clean heart."

Hearing this, Du Heng's mind was shaken, his whole body seemed to be swept by an electric current, he just stared blankly at Xue Chengye, never thinking about it, never thinking about it, he seems to be a big boss, but he really understands, this is mine Do you have a bosom friend?

Bosom friend? !In the past, Yu Boya threw the piano to thank his bosom friend, but I slept with my bosom friend? !Thinking of this, Du Heng suddenly felt a little funny, and also panicked. The feeling of walking on the edge of a cliff came back, and he was afraid that if he was pulled on again, he would be pulled off the cliff.

When Xue Chengye saw Du Heng's eyes widen for a moment, the bewilderment and loneliness revealed inside was very touching, and his heart was full of tenderness, and he stepped forward to lift him up one by one.Du Heng was so frightened that he immediately woke up, grabbed his shoulder firmly, and said, "Die, die, let me down!"

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