The double face of rebirth

It was summer, and the cicadas kept singing, and the hoarse and high-pitched voice disturbed Leng Yunjin, who was resting, completely drowsy.

The bored breath was caught by the wind and rushed straight into the room. Leng Yunjin hugged the quilt while supporting her weak body, and leaned quietly against the head of the bed. Her slender jade-like fingers gently grasped the thin quilt, and the shape of the bones was clear. It can be seen that the delicate and handsome face is full of sickly sorrow, only those eyes are dark and deep, but they carry too much sadness.

Leng Yunjin fumbled and took out a two-inch-long human-shaped wooden carving from the pillow, and gently stroked the doll's cheek with his fingers. His eyes were full of affection and tenderness, as if he was stroking the person's eyebrows, and the touch was so real. People can't help crying.

That man has always been admired by thousands of people, whether it is his appearance, his talent or his demeanor, he can easily attract everyone's attention, and he is willing to follow him and sacrifice everything for him.

In the eyes of everyone, that man is a proud, wise, calm and serious general.But he gave himself the only tenderness he had without stinginess, not for love, but for the precious brotherhood in the empty and indifferent prime minister's residence.

A crystal teardrop fell on the puppet's face, just like the tears shed by it, the man's brows could not be seen clearly with hazy eyes, Leng Yunjin wiped the teardrop off the puppet's face in a panic, why couldn't see clearly after wiping it off, Leng Yunjin Yun Jin pulled her sleeves distressedly and wiped the puppet's cheeks frantically, why she still couldn't see clearly, the more panicked her heart became, the more ignorant and irritable her movements became.

"Why?" Leng Yunjin murmured in a crying voice, her body gradually couldn't bear such agitated emotions, and she became more and more exhausted.

Tears were still dripping against the owner's wishes, Leng Yunjin suddenly smiled, like a child discovering something new, he reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his vision suddenly became clear, the man still had picturesque features, loving and pampering him tenderly smile.

Holding the puppet devoutly with both hands, he put a kiss on the puppet's mouth, and then a smile appeared, satisfied, sad, and desperate.

If life is not available, this comfort can also warm the cold and hopeless heart, and death is also liberated, leaving this world of mortals.

"Mo, I love you. It's a pity that I won't see you for the last time. I hope that in the next life, I can get rid of the shackles of this brother, so that I can be with you for the rest of my life." Leng Yunjin choked up and said, his eyes were as gentle as water, and the puppet was soaked with tears. A touch of sandalwood dripped from the fingers, encircling the moon-white brocade quilt.

The left hand slides down gently along the corner of the quilt, and the right hand holds the puppet tightly. The smile on the corner of the mouth freezes at the most beautiful moment, and gradually forgets to breathe, blurring the blooming flowers in the world of mortals.

"My lord, what's wrong with you, my lord?" Xiang'er pushed the door open and entered. Seeing this scene, her eyes turned red, she didn't dare to go forward to test her conjecture, she only hoped that the lord would just fall asleep as usual.

The person on the bed forgets the hustle and bustle of the world, and leaves quietly with his dreams and unspeakable love.Never look back at those who shed tears for themselves.

"My lord, don't scare me. You said you want to drink the sour plum juice made by Xiang'er. Xiang'er has already made it. You should get up and drink it, lord." Xiang'er tremblingly put her right hand on Leng Yunjin's nose Down, without the usual warm breath.

Tears warmed the eye sockets, Xiang'er withdrew her hand violently, pinched her right hand vigorously with her left hand, and hoped that this nightmare would end soon, and when she woke up, the young master could still chat and laugh with herself, and drink the food she made with her own hands. Cranberry juice.

Dazed for a moment, Xiang'er had to endure the severe pain in her heart to accept the reality, and cried hoarsely while holding Leng Yunjin who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Hearing Xiang'er's voice, the mansion was soon shrouded in gloom.

The day of Leng Yunjin's death happened to be the summer solstice, and the sun was scorching hot. Within an hour, everyone in the streets and alleys knew the news of the passing away of the number one talented scholar who was only 16 years old. Many literati and poets shook their heads in regret.

Leng Yi, the prime minister who hurried into the room, looked at his youngest son who had lost his anger for a long time, and couldn't help crying, after all, he didn't get through this test.

The guilt in my heart suddenly arises. He has been weak and sick since he was a child. If he could have received careful care earlier, he would not have been this way.

My feelings for this son are not so deep that it is unbearable to grieve, so what should the elder son who loved him to the bone hear the news of his death?Concealment is absolutely impossible, now that the war is over, just wait for the squadron to return to the court.After Leng Yi made up his mind, he personally edited a letter and sent it to the battlefield in eight hundred miles.

"General, a letter from the Prime Minister to you."

Leng Yunmo's heart skipped a beat, suddenly thinking of his younger brother who was still waiting for his triumphant return in the mansion.

He hesitated to accept the letter, his hand felt like it was scalded, and he almost couldn't hold it.Swinging back the messenger, Leng Yunmo suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and smiled wryly to comfort himself that it was only a matter of the court.

The uneasiness in his heart made Leng Yunmo ignore the fact that if it was a court affairs, it must be an imperial envoy appointed by the emperor, how could the prime minister compile the book and send someone from the mansion to send it.

Back in the tent, he ordered people not to disturb him, sat down cross-legged, Leng Yunmo opened the envelope, and his father's flustered cursive script appeared on the paper, and he lost his usual composure. Blurred, tears filled my eyes, grief hit my heart fiercely like a snow mountain avalanche, the pain was so painful that I wished I could die immediately.

The tall and stalwart body tremblingly squeezed the letter in his hand, unable to suppress the painful impact, why did the man in the mansion break his promise.

"Jin'er, how can you be willing to let me leave alone, how can you be willing to let me go."

The pity for the first time, the gentle care, the embrace in the drizzle, the tears in the teaching field, the care in the battlefield, and the drinking under the moon are still engraved in my heart.However, it was accompanied by countless pains and regrets.

That person always smiled like a flower whenever he faced himself, even when he was bandaging his wound, he kept crying and never said a word, silently swallowing all his heartache, only wishing to let himself see his strong smiling face.As everyone knows, the smiling face ravaged by tears is even more distressing.

Now where should I find his smile, his tenderness, his embrace, and his full of affection.

Leng Yunmo tightly gripped the letter in his hand, the pain from nails embedded in the flesh was far less than grief than the sadness of death, the dizzy darkness in front of his eyes cut off the clear sunlight, Leng Yunmo held on to face the military tent In the wisps of sunshine outside, I suddenly saw Leng Yunjin's slender figure, with a slight smile on her delicate and handsome face as always, her lips parted slightly, and she murmured, like a sigh, like a melancholy.

Leng Yunmo didn't hear that sentence clearly, so he got up in a panic and rushed towards Leng Yunjin. His figure was disillusioned in an instant, and he knew that it was a dream. When he woke up, the pain was unbearable. Leng Yunmo put his hands on the ground, and his throat hurts Sweet and fishy, ​​a coquettish bright red bloomed on the ground, with a little bit of sparse crystal.

Immediately, crying was released, and sadness filled the military tent.

That day, Leng Yunmo could be heard crying in grief within ten feet of the coach's tent.

Xiao Bing didn't know what could make the tough general cry like an abandoned and helpless child. However, several lieutenants knew this very well. Only the man far away in the capital could make the general collapse in an instant and cry uncontrollably.

After explaining everything to the deputy general, Leng Yunmo hurried back to the prime minister's mansion, unable to accept that the man turned into a cold corpse lying in the coffin.

Five days later, Leng Yunmo stood outside the prime minister's mansion with a haggard look. The word "Dian" was written on the white lantern, and his pupils constricted for a while. Violently waved away.

At this moment, Leng Yunmo's heart was tied to Leng Yunjin's body, his sad and dull eyes stared straight ahead, and he staggered to the mourning hall.The mansion was full of white, and the crying was loud. Xiang'er knelt beside the coffin, crying hoarsely.

"Jin'er, I'm back." Leng Yunmo staggered and fell down in front of the coffin, weeping silently, unable to vent his broken heartache.

He doesn't remember what people around him said; he doesn't know who is crying; he doesn't remember who pats him on the back to comfort him.

He only knew that Jin'er was lying alone in a dark and narrow coffin. His Jin'er had been afraid of the dark since she was a child, and she didn't sleep in a separate room with him until she was 13 years old.

He didn't remember how crazy he was to blast away all the people in the mourning hall. He didn't need anyone to cry in a fake way, because it would disturb Jin'er's tranquility and make him unhappy.

Leng Yunmo hugged the coffin, his grief settled, he could no longer cry, his tears could no longer carry too much sadness, every drop across his cheeks burned his already battered heart.

"Jin'er, are you angry with me? I know your feelings for me, but I escaped by fighting."

"The first time I saw you was in winter, when you were only three years old, with a thin body covered with a thin quilt, feverish, and talking nonsense. Your small face was wrinkled into a ball, which made people feel pity. At that time, I I swear to protect you forever."

"You have always been very clingy to me, always quietly by my side. When I was studying, you would practice calligraphy on the desk; when I was practicing martial arts, you would move a small stool and look at me quietly, smiling brows. He even poured tea and wiped my sweat for me; I said you are suitable for studying, so you just study hard obediently, and at the age of 16, you will be named Xuan Yueguo."

"The first time I went to the battlefield, you buried your face in my arms and shed tears all night. On the second day, you still smiled and waved goodbye; wrap the wound."

"Jin'er, I have always loved you, but I was afraid that this taboo relationship would destroy you, so I cruelly refused to understand the deep affection in your eyes, and restrained myself from hugging you. Ever since I knew your feelings for me Afterwards, I was anxious, afraid that you were just young and ignorant, and did not know true love, and missed your life because of me, so I was like a deserter, constantly fleeing, hurting you with the tenderness of brotherhood. It is all my fault, Jin'er, can you forgive my brother, you said that you want to travel all over the country, and I am willing to disarm you and return to the farmland to accompany you for the rest of your life, why didn't you wait for me, why, why are you so willing to leave me?"

Leng Yunmo gently stroked the coffin, took out the carefully carved puppet of Leng Yunjin from his arms, put it on his lips, kissed it lightly, and stared at the person he loved the most in his life with a tender face.He murmured affectionately: "Jin'er, brother will take you away now, it's too dark here."

Leng Yunmo tremblingly opened the coffin, Leng Yunjin was wearing a shroud, with his hands on his chest, except his face was as white as rice paper, it seemed to be peaceful as if he was just asleep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, presumably he was very happy in his dream.

"Jin'er, did you dream about your brother? You're so naughty, you don't share any good things with your brother, and you secretly enjoy yourself." Leng Yunmo looked at Leng Yunjin obsessively, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke his cheek.

At that moment, he thought his heart was peaceful, and leaned down to kiss Leng Yunjin's lips lightly.That was the first kiss between them, but it was yin and yang.

The cold touch cruelly reminded Leng Yunjin of the fact that he had passed away, accused Leng Yunmo of his cruelty, and mocked him for not knowing how to cherish the tenderness of the living.

In an instant, Leng Yunmo could no longer restrain the trembling and grief in his heart. There is nothing like the worldly world, ethics, and wars, nothing can compare to Jin'er's fresh life.

The next day, the empty coffin was quietly placed in the mourning hall, mocking the hypocritical people.Leng Yunmo and Leng Yunjin disappeared at the same time, and no one knew where they went.The prime minister reported that the emperor approved Leng Yunmo's resignation, the emperor was silent for a moment, and finally issued an imperial decree.Since then, the invincible general of Xuanyue Kingdom and the number one talented scholar in the capital have become history, and gradually faded out of people's gossip topics.

Wangfengya is a place with beautiful scenery. Leng Yumo gently kissed the wooden box containing Leng Yunjin's ashes, his expression was as gentle as water, "Jin'er, how is the scenery here? I think you will like it. You once said that you wanted me to accompany you I have watched you travel all over the country, and now I have fulfilled my promise to let you walk alone for so long, you must be angry, don't be afraid, my brother will come to accompany you immediately, and Huangquanbiluo will never be separated from now on."

After all, Leng Yunmo carefully and cherished the wooden box, and resolutely jumped down to look at Fengya.

"Mo'er, you're awake." A handsome young man happily helped Leng Yunmo up.

Opening his eyes, a man with short hair and strange clothes smiled at himself with tears in his eyes.

In a strange and strange place, a man who seemed to have known him before, why did he still wake up?Suddenly thinking of the wooden box, Leng Yunmo suddenly sat up, not as decadent as before, regardless of the pain in his body, he frantically searched around, but there was nothing.

Where I could have reached, I stretched out my hands, only to realize that my hands were actually children.What's the matter, touch your cheek again, lift the white quilt, despair pours in, why is this so?In a world without Jin'er, why wake up?The pain was like a tide, ruthlessly eroding Leng Yunmo's fragile heart.

"Jin'er, my Jin'er." Leng Yunmo's lifeless expression frightened the man, and the muttered name revealed a desperate self-mockery.

"Mo'er, what's wrong with you?" The man asked in a panic as he hugged Leng Yunmo into his arms.I don't understand why my son has become so strange since he woke up.

After a long silence, Leng Yunmo smiled wryly, Jin'er was so cruel, she actually left herself in another world, and even the wooden box that she thought of as thoughts disappeared.If this is punishment, it is too harsh.

"Who are you?" Leng Yunmo asked lightly, turning his dark eyes to stare at the haggard handsome man.

"Mo'er, I'm your father. Don't scare me." The man's expression was panicked, his face pale, fearing that his son's brain would be broken and his memory lost.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything." Leng Yunmo passed out after speaking.The man panicked for a while, and the nurses and doctors rushed over after hearing the sound.

During the one week in the hospital, many people came to visit the doctor. Among them were several children of the same age, and relatives from this life. In addition to falsehood, only the children's bad words are the most heart-warming.

A fair little boy stood shyly behind the crowd. Leng Yunmo suddenly remembered that when Leng Yunjin was his age, he followed behind him obediently and quietly.On the third day of hospitalization, there was a beautiful woman who was gorgeously dressed but unconventional, greeted her indifferently, and then left on high heels.After he was discharged from the hospital, Leng Yunmo realized that she was his mother in this world.

In the first few days when he came to the other world, Leng Yunmo couldn't adapt to life here at all, but finding Leng Yunjin was the only support in his heart, so he spent just ten days forcing himself to integrate into this world as soon as possible, and gradually adapted to the present identity of.

My father is Leng Zhe, the chairman of Leng Group, and my mother is Xi Xinhan, whose father is the chairman of Tengfei Group. The two are married in a business relationship and have no emotional accumulation. Talking about engagement and marriage, life after marriage is not satisfactory, and the relationship between husband and wife is as pale as water.

Xi Xinhan's attitude towards Leng Zhe has always been indifferent.Leng Zhe's heart was ashamed, and it was not until the birth of his son that he found the only sustenance in this life.In addition to work on weekdays, all the energy is put on the son.

For Leng Zhe, Leng Yunmo's feelings are complicated. His father in his previous life doted on him because he appreciated his talents, and he used himself as the capital for him to talk about pride in the court. His father in this life is actually a poor person, so Leng Yunmo Mo decided to respect and love him as his biological father.

Leng Yunmo's name remained unchanged. After he was discharged from the hospital, he was immersed in grief, hoping that Leng Yunjin would also come to this world like himself. When the time comes, he must firmly hold his hand and never Let go, even death is powerless to stop it.

Leaning against the window of the study, looking at the white clouds in the sky, it resembled Leng Yunjin's clean and clear smile, Leng Yunmo's heart was convulsed with pain, tears slid down his cheeks, and his fingertips gently rubbed his face, Muttering: "Jin'er, my appearance has not changed in this life. No matter what you become, I will definitely find you, and I will never leave you alone again."