Escape from the Ghost

The dim yellow lamp lit up the lonely night, the tent was solemn and mottled, all falling on the head of the bed.

Li Zhaoling's eyelids rolled slightly, his eyeballs rolled slightly, and after breathing out a few breathless gasps, he felt the pain in his whole back and gasped for air. .He was lying on the bed, and just turned his back to rub his hands, but was stopped by someone.

Li Zhaoling slowly opened his eyes, saw Song Muzhi sitting beside the bed in his coat, tried his best to smile, took a breath and said, "You...you are here..."

Song Muzhi's mood was a bit complicated. He clearly knew that Li Zhaoling probably didn't want to see him the last time, but he couldn't sleep after lying down for half the night. He was so wet with the wound that he pulled off his coat and went into Li Zhaoling's tent. After retreating the orderly who could fall asleep standing up, he sat on the head of the bed.

Li Zhaoling's upper body was covered with a thin layer of white obscene clothes, faintly stained with blood, which was very dazzling. Song Muzhi took a deep breath, and after a while, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Li Zhaoling turned his head a little, just in time to see Song Muzhi with concerned eyes and bloodless lips, and said in a low voice: "One hundred military battles, no matter how thick my skin is, it is very difficult to save my life by eating them all." Not bad."

This kid is really rude when he feels wronged!

Song Muzhi's face suddenly turned ugly. He leaned back, pulled some clothes, and said in a more emphatic tone: "It's you who are too disgraceful! It's okay to go out without orders, and kill more than [-] people on the battlefield. That's five Thousands of lives! All the soldiers of the three armies are watching, this board is settled, and besides..." He suddenly stopped talking at this point.

Li Zhaoling looked at Song Muzhi and asked, "Besides what?"

Song Muzhi leaned forward, got closer, and said, "Besides, I must take this opportunity to teach you how to be a general?"

Li Zhaoling rolled his eyes listlessly, and said, "I won't learn it next time either."

"you……"

Song Muzhi was so angry that he was about to speak to him, but he heard Li Zhaoling say: "Seeing that you are injured... I was terrified..."

There was silence without warning, Song Muzhi looked at Li Zhaoling, and really didn't know what to say?

Li Zhaoling leaned his head on his arm, cast his eyes down, and said quietly: "As long as I can remember, I have been wandering in the mountains and forests. Mu Yi went hunting in the forest and took me back and locked me in an iron prison. He beat me through When there is no war, I feel groggy every day. I don’t know where I came from, let alone what I live for? He dragged me into the battlefield and asked me to kill. If I don’t kill, he will Pulling the iron chain, using a whip, not giving food...until...until I met you, but he will not let you go..."

Li Zhaoling raised his head, looked into Song Muzhi's eyes, and continued: "Mu Yi knows me, he brought me a message, saying that everyone around me must go to hell together. No, absolutely not, I have to kill Only with him can you feel at ease..." Li Zhaoling's whole body was tense, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Song Muzhi watched him suppressing his anger and trembling slightly, with more and more cold sweat on his forehead, he subconsciously stroked Li Zhaoling's hand, and said, "Don't worry, it's over, you are no longer in Mu Jun, let alone Zhao Guo, Listen to me, you are Li Zhaoling, he can't do anything."

Li Zhaoling held Song Muzhi with his backhand, looked at him and said, "After you shot an arrow that night, I was really terrified! I have killed so many people in my life, but this is the first time I am afraid of death! I am afraid that you will not be able to survive, I am even more angry that I am such a rival in love. If you can't sleep like this, I... what should I do? I have never been so afraid..."

At the end of his speech, he stared affectionately.The four eyes suddenly met, the candle shadow swayed and hit the wall, and the air suddenly became ambiguous.Song Muzhi hastily withdrew his hand, pretending to smile nonchalantly, after a while, he raised his hand and patted Li Zhaoling's shoulder, and said, "It's nothing, I'm used to the rain of swords and swords, look, I'm not doing well now sit in front of you?"

Li Zhaoling suddenly felt the alienation Song Muzhi was trying to hide, and suddenly his face darkened. He lowered his head slightly, looked at Song Muzhi and said, "If the soldiers didn't plead for mercy, would you... really kill me?"

Song Muzhi leaned back on the chair, his eyes were low and he didn't speak.

The moment of silence completely disturbed Li Zhaoling's mood. He stared at Song Muzhi motionlessly, and the angle from top to bottom made the man's expression fall into his eyes, except his eyes were hidden in the shadow of the lights.Li Zhaoling didn't know what he was expecting?But only he himself knows how timid and humble the expectation at this moment is.

Song Muzhi leaned down, put his elbows on his thighs, looked up at Li Zhaoling, and said, "Zhaoling, you have to know that in this lifetime, I can't always be by your side, let alone protect you all the time, so I have the responsibility to teach you that the meaning of living is more important than survival itself. Since we wear this armor, we must be in awe and distinguish right from wrong, so that even if one day I am really gone, you can still believe in yourself Things live persistently and earnestly, do you understand?"

"Live..." Li Zhaoling sighed silently, he got up suddenly, gritted his teeth and wanted to get up on the bed, Song Muzhi frowned, immediately supported him, and said, "What are you going to do?"

Li Zhaoling took the opportunity to grab Song Muzhi's sleeve, dragged him to the front and rolled over on top of him, and the two of them fell on the bed together.He panted heavily, and pressed it next to Song Muzhi's ear, breathing warmly, and said, "I'm plotting against you."

"you……"

Song Muzhi's face turned red immediately, he was no longer serious about human affairs, but at such a close distance at this moment, this man's ambiguous and blurred eyes were clearly telling him what Li Zhaoling meant?He twisted his body vigorously, and was about to get out and climb up.

Li Zhaoling lowered his head, leaned his face on his shoulder, and said weakly, "Don't...don't move, it hurts."

When this word came out, Song Muzhi completely accepted it, and he didn't dare to move again. He stammered, "You...you slow down, get up quickly." Saying it quickly and slowly brings contradictions, but there is no time to take care of it. .Li Zhaoling on his chest suddenly trembled, and together with Song Muzhi, he tensed every inch of his body.

Li Zhaoling let go of his arms, but fortunately let all his weight fall on Song Muzhi's body, and said in a nasal voice, "You...if you are gone...I...how can I survive?"

Li Zhaoling bent over Song Muzhi's chest, trembling more and more, Song Muzhi suddenly felt that something was wrong, raised his hand to touch Li Zhaoling's forehead, he was shocked by the hot temperature.

Seeing the flushed and trembling face of the person in front of him, Song Muzhi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly thought of the little boy nestled on his chest after being poisoned by Tianlu Mountain, and suddenly felt a little funny. Knowing how to act like a baby, he patted Li Zhaoling on the shoulder and said, "Your life is your own. Of course you have to live on. If I'm not here, you can live on with me."

Li Zhaoling immediately let go of his mouth when he heard it, and suddenly raised his head to look into Song Muzhi's eyes. The next moment, he slid his fingertips across the corner of the man's lips, closed his eyes and kissed him. Muzhi stared wide-eyed, his mind went blank, he looked at Li Zhaoling in disbelief, the sudden impact caused a huge pain in his chest, he couldn't help taking a breath, and let out a "hiss..." gasp.

When Li Zhaoling heard it, his expression became flustered. Looking at Song Muzhi's brows and eyes that were knit together because of the pain, he asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Did I touch the wound?" After he finished speaking, he turned slightly sideways to get some distance away.

Song Muzhi turned pale, bit his lip to suppress the pain, and said fiercely, "You don't want to live anymore?"

Li Zhaoling sneered, mockingly, and said, "You can take my life anytime you want, if a hundred battles are not enough, then just make up another hundred."

"Li Zhaoling!"

Song Muzhi gritted his teeth as he shouted. He pulled his body out from under Li Zhaoling, sat on the bedside and said, "You don't have to help me guard the camp from now on. Take your soldiers and fight your battles with peace of mind!"

Li Zhaoling let go of all his strength, and when Song Muzhi pushed him away, his back fell heavily on the bed, and he felt dizzy from the pain. fall.

Li Zhaoling's hand gripping the quilt was getting tighter and tighter. Sweat soaked the whole clothes and wrapped them around his body wetly. Every inch of bone on his spine seemed to be tightening, and even the corners of his mouth and teeth were chattering.

"Li Zhaoling?" Seeing that the situation was not right, Song Muzhi finally grabbed his arm and shook it anxiously, "You... how are you? Does it hurt? Wait, I'll call someone right away! "

Li Zhaoling took his hand and murmured: "No...go...please...don't go..." His eyes became more and more red, and he repeated this sentence sentence by sentence.

Song Muzhi clenched his fists, held his breath, and pushed Li Zhaoling's hand away cruelly.Li Zhaoling felt that his eyelids were getting heavier, and watched Song Muzhi's back disappearing at the door in a trance, still chanting intermittently: "No...don't go...please..."

"do not go!!!"

Li Zhaoling yelled, and sat up suddenly from the bed. His chest was heaving violently, panting heavily, and when the darkness gradually faded away, he suddenly saw the scene in front of him, the familiar bedroom, the boundless darkness , A feeling of loneliness and grievance instantly overwhelmed him.

Hearing the sound of even breathing in his ears, he turned his face and saw Song Yi lying sideways beside him, the cold on his body was reduced a bit.His fingers gently caressed Song Yi's face until it reached the corner of his lips, enjoying this attachment with peace of mind.

Consciousness seemed to be the fuse that was ignited, and sparks ignited in the bottom of my heart in an instant. Scenes before coma flowed one after another, and every word of Song Yi's ears fell extremely cold.Li Zhaoling closed his eyes, his voice echoed in his ears, "If possible, I would rather go back to the time when I didn't know you."Every word is like a huge black hole, bit by bit devouring my warm heart,

Li Zhaoling took a deep breath, helped Song Yi cover the quilt carefully, then put on his coat, got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom in the darkness, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the study.A small dim light was suddenly turned on on the desk, and he picked up a pen to draw a little bit of wet ink and traced it stroke by stroke. The long time was like a carving knife, which allowed him to take it easy and write it down with his own hands. The bloody past is engraved in the bottom of my heart.

Li Zhaoling didn't look up when he heard footsteps.

Song Yi looked at the brightened side face of the man, and walked towards him suspiciously. His eyes were completely attracted by Li Zhaoling's handwriting, and he read out aloud word by word: "In this life, if you turn mountains, rivers, and pagodas, don't you forget that?" To cultivate the afterlife, just to meet you on the way." At the end of the words, he raised his voice uncontrollably.

Song Yi smiled wryly, and said with reddened eyes, "It's dawn, I'm leaving."

Li Zhaoling put down the brush in his hand, but did not look up.Song Yi turned around and ran out of the study. After a while, the sound of the door closing suddenly echoed in the room. At this moment, all the warmth in the room seemed to be taken away by Song Yi.

Li Zhaoling watched Song Yi's back disappear at the door, stretched out his hand to stroke the paper stroke by stroke, and the next moment, he suddenly clenched it into a ball.

The cold air slipped into Song Yi's neck along the neckline of his clothes. He looked at the surging Shuhe River under the Kangjing Bridge and sniffled. After being blown by the cold wind at the bridge for 10 minutes, he still felt like a man who had just lost love. The stupid b is as touching as it is.

Over the past few days, the scenes of getting along with Li Zhaoling flashed through his mind one after another. When the sadness receded, his heart could finally cool down, and his mind began to become extremely clear as if the light had come back to him.In the final analysis, he has always been self-indulgent. From the beginning to the end, Li Zhaoling is for Song Muzhi. Waiting for 3000 years, how fucking touching is it?

He raised his head suddenly, and his sight was at the place where the water and the sky meet. There was a layer of mist in the haze, which was dyed red and yellow. He knew that the long night was finally over, and the sun opened the horizon to usher in a new era. one day.

What's the big deal?

Seeing the sunrise, Song Yi seemed to be suddenly relieved, and turned around to lean on the railing of the bridge to feel relieved.

It was just dawn, and a young man walked on the bridge. He looked less than 20 years old, and he was shrunk in a blue jacket, trotting all the way with his hands folded.

Followed by a pair of trembling old man and old lady, the old man patted his chest and roared angrily: "Ah... ah... ah...", the old lady followed the old man across the bridge and caught a When the trunk is thick, it starts to hit the tree hard with its back.

Song Yi looked at Lehe, he had never woken up so early since he was a child, he would find it both fresh and funny.I feel that Mucheng is really a treasure land of geomantic omen, as if to reflect the name of this thousand-year-old city, even in the bleakness of dying in the morning, I struggle with my life and live out my own flavor.

After a while, a woman with long hair in a ponytail and wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses walked slowly along the sidewalk. She stopped at the bridge pier five meters away from Song Yi, wrapped in a yellow windbreaker, and looked at the river. like a statue.There was a bruise at the corner of her mouth, her face was calm, and a vague indifference shrouded her whole body.

The next moment, Song Yi was naturally attracted to her. The woman slowly turned her head and gave him a weird and mocking smile, then calmly raised her feet and climbed over the fence of the bridge.