Qi Kuo

What the future will look like, Mo Xuan has never thought about it, or many times deliberately avoided this problem. On the one hand, he felt that he could take one step at a time, and on the other hand, he felt that he really would not have a so-called future. I was imprisoned in an empty imagination, looking forward to it all day long, and only when I finally saw the despair in my eyes could I truly wake up to how beautiful I used to be.

When he met Zhao Junzhi for the first time, he had an idea about the future for the first time, or felt that life was still meaningful, so that too many insults would appear on him repeatedly, and he wanted to get from there like crazy. The hard-won concern draws the strength that can support him to keep going.

Maybe that concern is just a little effort, and it is not taken seriously at all.

When he watched his mother being raped to death by a group of people with distorted facial expressions, he was already indifferent, because he knew that even if he resisted, there would be no miracle. Those who watch them frolicking don't deserve the right to pray.

Such things as intrigue never just happen in those deep palace compound, his two elder brothers, although superficially amiable, even Shanghanzang always flattered Shanghanchen, showing weak It looks like this, but in fact, he made a lot of stumbling blocks for Shang Hanchen behind his back, but Shang Hanchen couldn't help it, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow it.

He has been watching their struggle for power from the perspective of a bystander, without saying a word.

Many people think that he is useless, or that he has never been favored by others, so that his brothers have not come to harass him until now. Maybe they think that this illegitimate child is not doing well and there is no need to Their harassment should not be long before disappearing into this vast world of mortals.

But they were wrong, he was not a little white rabbit to be slaughtered from the beginning.

When secretly accumulating power, an indescribable pleasure instantly invaded his brain, and he became more and more eager for things that he had never obtained, such as that false father's love.

Yes, hypocrisy.

He has been severely hurt. This man once sat indifferently and watched his mother being bullied but remained indifferent. It can even be said that he used this thing as a spice for his boring life. Who cares.

Occasionally, Mo Xuan would look at the messy scars on his body in a daze, as if he could commemorate his gloomy life through them.

His guards have seen all his embarrassments. Many times, he can easily lose control of his emotions, and he easily vents his anger that cannot be made public on them.

But they all endured it until Zhao Jun appeared later.

It can be said that Zhao Jun changed him.To be precise, it was his later life.

No more bloodthirsty, no more tyranny, no more confusion.

Zhao Jun, how should I put it, in fact, he should be even more confused than him.

He had accidentally seen Zhao Jun and Chen Ke's demeanor when they were together, and he swore that he had never seen that demeanor when he faced himself, a kind of complete trust and commitment.Otherwise, he wouldn't have used everything he had to bet that Chen Ke would win, that Chen Ke would be invincible.

Crazy and desperate gambler, what a lunatic.

When he saw Zhao Jun again, he followed his father to Taihe Shuzhou. Unexpectedly, he happened to see him waiting for someone, and even made a wreath for the little girl passing by him. Put it on, and envy others.

God knows why he took the initiative to approach him, at least if he could calm down a little at that time, he would not have taken that impulsive step, and under the pressure of Chen Ke, he would hold his sleeve, unwilling to let go, like a duckweed trying to survive.

At that time, he didn't dare to hold Zhao Jun's hand, he was afraid that his filth would infect Zhao Jun.The man he once worshiped as a god, the man who saved him from hell.

When he saw Zhao Jun's expression, he knew that it was really just a matter of lifting his hands, because he couldn't even remember him, the situation was within expectations, and he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

Later, he tried his best to get close to Zhao Jun, or in other words, deliberately exposed his identity and asked Chen Ke to send Zhao Jun over.

Because he knew that Chen Ke was not the kind of person who would let go of a single thing, and in many cases, Chen Ke would do everything he could.So he took advantage of this without hesitation and kept Zhao Jun.

At the beginning, Zhao Jun didn't think about his tentative attitude, but he didn't expect Zhao Jun to be so weak against a person, or to say, so easy to soften his heart.

So he took advantage of Zhao Jun's strong soft heart, caught him off guard, and successfully entered Zhao Jun's life.

It was only later that I never thought that there would be so many twists and turns. In the end, it was just a sentence: "There is nothing owed between us."

He watched Zhao Jun being trained by Chen Ke into a strong appearance, except for those who he thought he could trust, he no longer showed those weak faces.

Fortunately, however, he is one of those people who can be trusted.

How lucky, how lucky.

He learned ventriloquism from Zhao Jun, and from his superb ventriloquism, he experienced the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, the four seasons of flowers and birds, and the change of day and night.

He thought that he was very lucky, at least these things were never owned by Chen Ke.

He has his own beliefs and his own feelings.

But he knows that he likes Zhao Jun, but this love is not the kind of liking that Chen Ke has for Zhao Jun, or Zhao Jun for Chen Ke, but a kind of redemption and support in disguise.

He trusted like an older brother, but in the end, he failed this trust.

The family affection he had spurned at first, he finally approached by licking his face.

He remembered asking Zhao Jun: "Brother, is father really good?"

He remembered that there was a flash of astonishment on Zhao Jun's face at that time, and finally calmed down, and put on a soft smile: "Yeah, it's good."

Later, he thought, maybe Zhao Jun had already anticipated the future at that time, but he was still willing to believe him, but he was still let down.

Lived up to the ground, without the power to fight back.

He remembered that when he saw Zhao Jun flying the gray sound, he was stunned for a moment, and then intercepted the gray sound that hadn't flown far without any hesitation.

The gray sound was hard to find, because its feathers melted into the sky and the earth, a natural camouflage, he was able to intercept it only because he kept watching the flight path of the bird.

Later, when he saw the contents of the letter, he turned around and handed it to Shanghantuo without any hesitation. Thinking of it, he still admired his solitary courage at that time.

He remembered that when Shanghantuo saw the note, he was silent for a long time, as if he saw through something in an instant, and also seemed to know the end of his future in an instant.

How sad.

He saw with his own eyes that Zhao Jun was brought in in disheveled clothes, and finally was pushed down. From the beginning to the end, he didn't refute him a word, and he didn't even look him in the eye.

He knew that maybe, the last of them could only be like this.

That's really all there is to it.

In the end, he disguised himself and went out in the chaos, squatting in the dark and watching Chen Ke rushing in with red eyes holding Zhao Jun, who was covered in bruises, and then leaving in a hurry.

That was the first time he saw Chen Ke's tears, dripping down on Zhao Jun's blood-stained face beyond recognition, a small piece of blood washed off, but it melted into a crimson color, dripping.

Later, he watched Shanghantuo being killed with cold eyes, and the body was thrown out to feed the wolves, but he didn't do anything, because he paid, but didn't get the corresponding return from him, so why bother.

Later, he watched Zhao Jun, who was wrapped in gauze, being carried into the carriage back to Beijing by Chen Ke, with his eyes closed, as if he still hadn't woken up.

But he could never ask him again if he was comfortable.

He dismissed his subordinates and walked the world alone.

He still remembers when Zhao Jun taught him ventriloquism and other skills, he said to him: "If the war is over in the future, I really want to take a flute with me, and live by it wherever I go. The sky is high and the birds fly, I feel pretty good."

So, now he is flying alone with a fife.

Two or three years later, he met a petite woman, always wearing a pink dress, who pretended to pass by him casually when he was playing the flute, and secretly made a meal for him when he was not paying attention. Put it next to him.

At that time, he felt that he could stop and stop for her.

His life is still ordinary, but there is one more pillow person, maybe there will be a little child in the future, maybe there will be children around his knees in the future.

Before getting married, he heard rumors about Chen Ke and Zhao Jun, saying that they had returned to the National Defense Army again, and this time they were truly invincible.He listened, and he finally laughed too.It turned out that one day, he would be able to remain indifferent.

He also heard a sentence that Zhao Jun once said: "Fight for my mountains and rivers, and win for my robes." He thought, this should be said to Chen Ke, because no one can make him pay So many.

Another year or two, he was playing the flute at the place where he often played, and when he raised his eyes, he saw two people coming in by the door, one in a gray robe and one in black, but the navy blue hairband remained unchanged. However, it has been tied to his hair, fluttering in the wind.

He suddenly felt very relieved to see him living such a good life, free from illness and disaster, and to be with the person he loved and loved him for the rest of his life.

Chen Ke raised his hand and ruffled his hair, with unrivaled tenderness in his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Finally finished, this book has come to an end.Looking back at these three episodes, I suddenly felt that Mo Xuan's writing was the best. Maybe it was because he felt that his life was too heavy, and he had too many emotions to express, and he was the same for Zhao Jun, not a relative. , better than relatives.

Just a reminder, after receiving the file "Nanyang", the cover and so on may be released tomorrow, if you still want to read it... go and see it?

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