Peter's Enemy

Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, all the memories that cut through his heart like a knife surged in Zhongli Muchuan's mind.

In the 32nd year of Rengong, Fancheng personally conquered the border and made a final resistance with the Di people.In a war, Zhongli Muchuan's hometown was affected, because the village was massacred at night, and everyone in the village was unprepared. As a result, no one survived, except Zhongli Muchuan who slept in an empty cowshed.

Both of Mu Chuan's parents died when he was young. Although people in the village occasionally gave him some food, during the war years, every household could not protect themselves, let alone his life or death.

When Fan Rengong's soldiers led the army to clear the battlefield, they happened to meet a living person, Zhongli Muchuan.At that time, Mu Chuan was only 14 years old, wearing tattered linen clothes, standing in front of the cowshed with his neck curled up.Mu Chuan thought he was going to die, and he was afraid that he would follow the villagers too.Ren Gong's general Hu Yi swung his sword, ready to kill Mu Chuan.Mu Chuan closed his eyes in fear, his legs trembling, "Stop!" Fan Rengong rode over, Mu Chuan slowly opened his eyes, and looked up, what a handsome man he was, sitting high on the horseback, his The armor was polished brightly, and his pale complexion was slightly pale, obviously out of place in this group of rough men covered in dust.

"Master, you, why are you here?" Hu Yi half-bowed in a panic.

"You are good in everything, but you have no mercy."

"My lord, what kindness do we need for these Di people who invade us!"

"Go back and collect twenty boards. If you commit the crime again, you will not be forgiven."

"Come on, give me your hand." Fan Cheng bent down and stretched out his hand to Mu Chuan.

Mu Chuan glanced at Hu Yi and the others in fear, and looked at the man in front of him, his smiling eyes were extremely warm.Mu Chuan carefully held the man's hand tightly, and was pulled onto the horse with a light tug.

Mu Chuan was brought into the tent, and he knelt on the ground as soon as he entered the tent.

"Don't kneel, what's your name?" Fan Cheng helped him up.

"I, my name is Zhongli Muchuan." Muchuan's voice was very low.

"This surname is rare, are you from Di?"

"No, no, I'm a barbarian."

"barbarian"

"Ah."

"My soldiers killed your folks, do you want revenge?"

"No, I don't want to. It's not easy to live. How can I have the energy to think about these things."

"I'll give you some taels of silver. You run for your life and find a safe place to live." Fan Cheng stuffed the taels of silver into his hand and began to take off his armor aside.

"General, I won't leave. You saved my life. I have to repay you. I'm willing to be a cow or a horse." Zhongli Muchuan knelt down.

"Why are you kneeling again?"

"I,"

"Then tell me what you can do if you stay"

"I will do light work, I can protect you."

"No matter how good your qinggong is, you can fly out of a hundred thousand troops."

"I, I clean and clean, I can do anything, you can ask me to do anything."

“Really don't want to leave”

"No, I want to stay."

Fancheng threw a set of clothes to Zhongli Muchuan, "Come on, I'll take you to the river to wash."

"Ah."

Zhongli Muchuan followed Fancheng out of the tent, it was already dark outside, a big pot had already been set up, and was preparing to cook.Several rows of soldiers walked neatly.

Fancheng walked very fast, and Zhongli Muchuan trotted to keep up, "It's here, the water is a bit cold, are you okay?"

"I have been bathed in the river since I was a child, and I can bear it."

Zhongli Muchuan took off his clean and dirty clothes on the shore, and immersed himself in the water, which was still a bit cold.While washing, he secretly glanced at Fancheng not far away leaning against a tree.

"I washed my hair too!" Fan Cheng shouted at him.

"Ah."

Zhongli Muchuan raised his head again, and Fancheng was nowhere to be seen. He was a little scared, so he quickly washed himself and went ashore.He put on Fancheng's clothes clumsily, his wet hair was messy and dripped on his shoulders, before he could pull up his collar, he bowed his head and tied the belt.Suddenly a hand touched his neck and pulled his wet hair out of the skirt of his clothes. He turned around quickly, but the clothes were loose and not fastened.

"Why, it's so big, you can't tie a belt." Fan Cheng hung the dry cloth on his arm, and stretched out his hand to tie Zhongli Muchuan's belt.

"Okay, turn around." Fan Cheng took a dry cloth and wiped Mu Chuan's hair carefully. Mu Chuan was still a child compared to Fan Cheng, so he was naturally shorter than Fan Cheng, but his height was just right for him.

The moonlight shone brightly across the river bank, and the river water shone with silver light.

"I thought you left me."

"If I leave you, can you find it yourself?"

"I do not know."

With a dry cloth, wiping the strands of fine hair.

"Since I promised to let you stay, I will naturally not abandon you."

"Why don't you hate me?"

"Don't you think your question is strange? Why should I hate you?"

"Because I was a nasty person by nature, my mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to me, and my father died of tuberculosis when I was four years old. No one in the village likes me."

"They don't like you, so should I not like you?"

"Do you like me?"

"I don't like it, but I don't hate it."

"Never Hate"

"Ah."

"But I like you, you are very good, you are very good to me."

"If you really like me, then promise me one thing."

"What's up"

Fancheng pressed Zhongli Muchuan's shoulders and turned him around.Zhongli Muchuan could still speak normally with his back on his back, but now facing him, he felt timid again.

"look at me."

Only then did Zhongli Muchuan raise his eyes to look at Fancheng uneasily.After Mu Chuan washed it clean, even in the dark, his facial features looked delicate and gentle.

"Promise me to love yourself as much as you love me."

"like myself"

"Yes, I only have one request, can I do it?" Fan Cheng smiled at him, Fan Cheng's face was heroic, but his smile was very warm.

"Yes." Zhongli Muchuan said in a low voice.

"Okay, let's go back." Fan Cheng straightened Zhongli Muchuan's wet hair, "I'll find a rope for you to tie when I go back."

Zhongli Muchuan was about to cry at the moment, he had never met a person who treated him so well, he thought, if one day this person asked him to die, he would never hesitate at all, he would never hesitate for the rest of his life. Follow this man.

After dinner, Zhongli Muchuan stood dryly aside.

"Come here, it's time to tie up your hair just now, so that your hair won't fall into the bowl next time you drink porridge."

Zhongli Mu Chuan sat quietly on the edge of the bed, Fan Cheng grabbed his hair, let go of the rope twice, and tied it again.

"Okay, turn around and take a look."

Mu Chuan turned around obediently.

"It's quite spiritual."

"is it?"

"Go and take a picture."

Zhongli Muchuan had long noticed the specialness of Fancheng. There were small tables and mirrors in his tent, as well as exquisite blue jade cups for drinking.

"Yes, people can do good things only when they are in good spirits. Go to bed first, I have something to go out and come back later."

After Zhongli Muchuan left, he struggled alone for a long time and dared not go to bed, and finally fell asleep sitting curled up on the ground beside the bed.

When he felt movement and opened his eyes, he was about to be hugged by Fan Cheng's arms, "General." Mu Chuan panicked.

"Don't call me General, call me Fancheng."

"No, I'd better call you lord with them." Zhongli Muchuan carried Fan Cheng onto the bed and put him down.

"Sometimes, it's sad to think that I won't have a confidant who can call me by my name until I die."

"confidant"

"I think you are suitable. You are not from my court, so naturally you don't have to abide by my court rules. Just call me Fancheng. I'll call you Mu Chuan, isn't it fair?"

"Seems to be."

"But what is a confidant"

"A confidant is a very good friend. You don't have to be bound by the rules when you are together, and you will be very comfortable."

"Can we be together forever?"

"not necessarily."

"Not necessarily." Zhongli Muchuan frowned and thought for a while, "Then why don't you marry me? I think everyone in the village can be together forever after getting married. I will follow the general no matter what in my life."

Zhongli Muchuan had a surprised expression on his face, but he still smiled gently, "You made two mistakes in this sentence."

"I, did I say something wrong?" Mu Chuan said timidly.

"First, generally speaking, the marriage you mentioned is between a man and a woman, so I can't marry you; second, you didn't call me by my name just now."

"Fan, Fancheng, why is getting married only a matter between a man and a woman? Isn't it just a ceremony? To get married, you have to worship, and you have to call all the villagers to eat, and then it's all over, and they can be together forever."

"Then tell me how the child came about and how did you come here?"

"It was born by my mother."

"Yes, the marriage of men and women is the only way to continue the incense."

"I see. Have you ever been in this kind of relationship with a man and a woman?"

"I did. When I was 13 years old, I married the minister's daughter, and I had a child named Fan Qing. But his mother died when she gave birth to him, and I never got married again. .”

"He must miss you very much."

"Maybe he also hates me, hates me for leaving him alone in that deep palace when he was so young."

"No, he will definitely be proud of you. After you win the battle, you can go back and see him."

"Yeah." Fan Cheng looked lonely, "I really talked too much with you tonight, let's rest early."

"Ah."

"My lord, Li Yu was defeated in Jin Yang and those Di people. After being captured, he killed himself on the spot, and the other brothers didn't come back either."

"How to lose"

"Di people are good at martial arts, and they plagiarize very much. In addition, our people here are not familiar with the terrain, so naturally we don't have an advantage."

"If we have been at a disadvantage, I am afraid this battle will not last for a few months."

Zhongli Muchuan woke up early in the morning and heard Fancheng talking to Hu Yi, so he got up and whispered, "I know this place better than you, and I can draw a topographic map for you."

"Really, you, a Di, wouldn't deliberately trick us, would you?" Hu Yi said.

"I'm not a Di person. Besides, even if I wanted to cheat you, I wouldn't cheat Fancheng." Zhongli Muchuan muttered softly.

"You, how can you call the lord by his name?" Hu Yi was so angry that he pointed at Mu Chuan and stared.

"I'm not from your dynasty, so I don't have to follow your rules." Zhongli Muchuan secretly stared at Fancheng while talking.

"I promised him."

"Lord!"

"Then you can draw a picture at this moment."

Zhongli Muchuan leaned on the table and took the pen and paper given to him by Fancheng.He was serious about drawing, but he had never studied or held a pen. As a result, the mountains he drew did not look like mountains, the rivers did not look like rivers, and the proportions were wrong. They could not be used as military maps at all.

"Let me come, tell me if I draw well." Fan Cheng smiled softly, and sat on the stool.

Mu Chuan got up to get out of the way, stood aside, gestured in the air, and Fan Chao wrote as he said, "There is a hill here, and there is a ditch below it, the kind without water. Yes, there is a mountain road on the right, which is wider than the ditch. Here is the woods, from here is the border of the Di people, from here you will encounter a cliff..."

"Okay, do you see that?" Fan Cheng put down his pen.

"Fancheng, you draw so well! That's how it is."

Fan Cheng took the blueprint and walked towards Hu Yi who was standing aside, "Go to your camp and discuss how to fight tomorrow."

Mu Chuan was very bored alone in the camp, so he had to go out for a walk.Seeing the two soldiers sitting outside the camp chatting, "I miss my mother a long time ago, and I don't know when I can go back?"

"I just want to win the battle and go home and marry a lady."

As Mu Chuan approached, he also wanted to go over and have a chat, "Do you all want to marry a wife?" Mu Chuan saw that the two were ashamed.

"Oh, as we're talking, how can we expect to go back?"

"How old are you"

"I'm fourteen."

"I'm thirteen."

"Why so small, smaller than me." Mu Chuan didn't expect them to be so small because of their disheveled and sturdy appearance.

"We're at war, it doesn't matter if you are young or not, as long as you are a man, you should go to the battlefield bravely." Said the small soldier.

"But, war is nothing more than people on both sides fighting back and forth. Is it necessary?"

"It's not necessary, but we have our mission. We want to protect our homeland. God damn them insist on robbing our land. If we don't resist, we will only become lonely ghosts who cannot return home. "

Mu Chuan had no family since he was a child, so he naturally didn't understand the concept of family and country very well, but hearing Xiaobing say this made his blood boil.

"There is no food in the morning, are you still used to it?" Xiao Bing asked him.

"I, I'm not hungry, I can live without food for a day." Mu Chuan used to be like this, he ate every meal and was hungry after every meal.

"I really miss the cakes baked by my mother and sister-in-law."

"Is it Su vegetable pancake?"

"That's right, it's Sucai Cake. It tastes best when eaten with pickled radish."

"I'm going to drool when you talk about it." Mu Chuan said.

"If I really have a chance to go back, I will definitely take you to taste our Fan country's Su vegetable cakes. Every family can make them. If you buy them on the street, they are not expensive. Two pieces of a tung board are enough to fill you up." The soldier laughed.

The next day, Fancheng personally led the army to fight against the Di people in Yashan. This time, because they had a full understanding of the terrain, they won a complete victory.

Fan Jun triumphantly returned. That night, there was no banquet held in the barracks. Instead, they collectively mourned silently in the open space in front of the barracks.

"Vice General Li Yu was captured and died. He was for our country and our family, so he would rather die than surrender. He is a martyr, and the soldiers who died in battle are all martyrs of our dynasty. We must not forget that the country we saw was bought with their blood." Muchuan stood dully on the outside of the queue, he looked at Fancheng standing in front of the army with pride and ambition, and then looked at the army, this battalion, he was quite moved flooded my mind.

After the silence, the soldiers ate as usual, but the atmosphere became silent.In the camp, Mu Chuan sat at the dining table, not daring to speak, just holding his rice bowl.

"Muchuan,"

"Yeah." Mu Chuan looked up at him.

"I really miss Qing'er, if only I could write him a letter home."

"You want to write a letter home, or you write it and I send it to you."

"What nonsense, this place is far away from Anyang."

"Not far, I will do it soon, you write it now, and I will send it to you as soon as it is finished."

Fan Cheng chuckled, "I just said it casually, you are serious about the mountains and rivers, and it's not peaceful. Once you go, let's not talk about whether you can find it or not. It will be difficult to come back. What's more, I don't want you leave me."

Mu Chuan stared at Fancheng, "If you don't want me to leave, I won't leave, and I will never leave."

The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling much happier immediately.

After Ren Gong won the battle, it was peaceful for a while.

Apart from routine patrols and military training, Fancheng would often take Mu Chuan to go fishing in Ergua Lake, and after catching fish, he would bring them back to roast and eat them, but Mu Chuan had the habit of being a vegetarian, so he never ate them.Sometimes, when they are tired, they lie on the shore for a while.It was autumn at that time, and the sparse leaves swayed gently from side to side, like a child acting like a baby.

One day, Fancheng fell asleep without paying attention.Mu Chuan didn't wake him up, and sat beside Fancheng with his knees hugged.The night gradually rose, and when the wind blew, a group of fireflies actually came.The fireflies are blue and yellow, and they are scattered in the forest in groups.Together with Muchuan Qinggong, he wrapped his arms around Fancheng's waist and flew up to the treetops.Fan Cheng didn't wake up, half of his body leaned on him, and he stepped on a branch with one leg.Mu Chuan looked at the fireflies all over the sky, and ran his fingers through the broken hair on the side of Fan Cheng's face.Fan Cheng's hand turned around to hold Mu Chuan's wrist, "While I'm asleep, I have evil intentions"

"I didn't! You woke up a long time ago, didn't you?"

Fan Cheng smiled and sat up, seeing the firefly in front of him, "It's so beautiful."

Mu Chuan's hand was held tightly by Fan Cheng's fingers, "Your lightness kung fu is really good, it's unusual from a high place."

"I used to watch it alone, and it was always at the height of the tree, much higher than this one. But it was cold there. Today is different. With you here, it is very warm."

Mu Chuan looked at Fan Cheng and smiled, and Fan Cheng hugged Mu Chuan in his arms.

"We will have many more opportunities like this. If you are still cold, I will always hug you like this."

"Will there be?"

"Yes, of course."

Fancheng often read military books in his free time, and Mu Chuan was always pulled over by him to listen in and learn to write some Chinese characters.

Mu Chuan only liked to listen to Fan Cheng's recitation, if he had to read it by himself and then recite it, it would kill him.

"In low-lying places, if the enemy camps, you can use water attack; if the enemy camps in the forest, you can use fire attack."

"Ok, I know."

"You memorize one by yourself." Fan Cheng handed the book to Mu Chuan.

"Can I not recite it?"

"Don't be lazy, there's nothing to eat if you're lazy." Fan Cheng shook his hand as the shopkeeper, and took another copy of Wei Jun's warning to stand aside and read.Mu Chuan was so sad that he occupied the entire wooden table, racking his brains, without turning a page for a long time.

Autumn is gradually passing, and the breath of winter has come like a broken bamboo.There is a disadvantage in winter, that is, it is more difficult to escort grain and grass, and the river is frozen with thin ice, and the boat cannot move.

Mu Chuan didn't want to memorize the book of war in his spare time, so he lied to Fan Cheng that he was going to go to the toilet, but he went to, uh, Gua Lake to catch fish.When he saw that the river was covered with thick ice, let alone fishing, his face and hands were red from the cold.But he really wanted to catch some fish and go back. Fancheng and his soldiers had been eating thin rice soup every day for several weeks.He took the stone and ran to smash it on the ice. After smashing it for a long time, he made a small hole. He lay on it and looked around. It was so dark that no fish could be seen.Probably, even if there were fish, they might have been frozen to death.The cold wind was blowing hard, and he was unwilling to sit down on the ice.It has been a long time since Fancheng smiled like before. It is a big taboo to not keep up with the food and grass when going out on an expedition. If there is any delay, I am afraid that he will starve to death without going to the battlefield.Suddenly, a bird appeared in his sight, "It's Qingge!" Mu Chuan flew up to the branch of a tree, caught Qingge, and all his worries drifted away.This kind of clear pigeon is really rare now, but there were quite a lot when he was a child.When he was young, Mu Chuan had no company, so he often went to the woods to talk to all kinds of birds, so he could also communicate with birds.With this Qing pigeon, if he trains again, he can let Qing pigeon fly to Anyang to deliver letters for Fancheng.Not only to write to his children, but also to urge the delivery of food and grass, killing two birds with one stone.Thinking of this, Fan Cheng was very happy, and ran back after cheering.However, these are all Mu Chuan's imagination, he has never trained clear pigeons, and he has never seen with his own eyes that someone actually uses clear pigeons to send letters, he just heard from adults.However, he was willing to give it a try anyway.

Fan Cheng saw that Mu Chuan came back with a pigeon with white wings and a thin body. "You want to raise birds"

"You'll know when the time comes." Mu Chuan said proudly.

"There are also many people in Anyang City who like to raise birds, but they are all idle nobles. You are considered half an idle noble now." Fan Cheng laughed.

"I know you are making fun of me. When I get better, I will scare you."

Mu Chuan tied Qing Ge's thin leg with a rope and tied it to the table leg.For about a whole week, Mu Chuan has been domesticating this Qing pigeon, communicating with it every day in a language that humans cannot understand.Mu Chuan also took Qingge to the woods to train his sense of direction, holding the rope and letting Qingge fly like flying a kite.

One evening, Mu Chuan followed Fancheng to practice archery in the woods next to Ergua Lake. Fancheng kept saying that he would teach him, so he found the opportunity.The sunset is infinitely good, and the golden light is shining in the woods.

Mu Chuan has practiced martial arts since he was a child, so it's no problem to draw a bow well, but he is far behind in aiming.Fan Cheng held Mu Chuan's two hands, stood behind him, and pulled him along. Although the effect was better, he still couldn't hit the target on the tree.

"It takes a lot of practice." Fan Cheng smiled at Mu Chuan.

"I know, you have to accompany me to practice more in the future. You haven't come out with me for a long time." Fancheng has indeed not brought Mu Chuan out for a long time. These days, Fancheng has been going to Hu Yi's camp to discuss things every day. In fact, Mu Chuan already felt that the days of stability in the past were gone, and all that remained were various practical problems, such as food and grass, weather, and how to destroy the enemy army faster.But these, Fancheng never mentioned it to him.

"Aren't you with your bird these days, do you still need me?" Fan Cheng teased.

Mu Chuan straddled Fan Cheng's arm with the hand holding the bow, "How can it be, nothing can compare to you, I need it every day."

Fan Cheng smiled softly, "Go back, we still have thin rice soup to drink tonight."

"Okay." Mu Chuan never complained about not having enough to eat. This kind of life is much better than his own before, not to mention that now he has Fancheng to accompany him.

As soon as Mu Chuan entered the camp, he smelled the smell of broth. He sniffed his nose, "Fancheng, do you smell anything?"

"It smells like meat."

Looking again, a large soup pot was smoking beside him, and Mu Chuan walked over in three steps, and a group of soldiers were surrounding the cauldron.

"It's delicious,"

"When will it be good?"

Everyone looked forward to it, and formed a circle around the cauldron.

Mu Chuan pushed aside the person standing in front of him, squeezed in and froze.At this time, Fan Cheng was standing behind him, "Master, you should eat more tonight, this is broth."

"Yeah, we haven't had fish for a long time."

Next to Mu Chuan's ear was the soldier talking nonsense, and his eyes were red with anger.Because his eyes were reflecting the feathers of pigeons all over the place, and in the soup pot, there were pigeon heads and some claws floating on it.He was so angry that he wanted to overturn the soup pot, but he restrained himself.He clenched his fists and squeezed out of the crowd without saying a word, regardless of Fan Cheng standing behind him.

After he ran back to the camp with his head sullen, there was only one rope left beside the table leg, and the Qing pigeon had long since disappeared.

Mu Chuan curled up and sat on the ground beside the bed, crying in a low voice, when he suddenly saw Fan Cheng squatting in front of him.

"I know, it's your bird. I'm sorry, I can't do anything, and I can't punish them for you, because I didn't let them eat well, and they did this to make you sad." Fan Cheng's hand Put it on Mu Chuan's back and pat it lightly.

Mu Chuan was crying badly, and it was difficult to speak, "I know, I know I shouldn't blame them. That's why, that's why I didn't lose my temper in front of them. But, but Qing Ge is reserved for you to deliver letters. They If you eat Qingge, you won't be able to write home letters." Mu Chuan cried until his snot dripped out, and he wiped it with his sleeve.

Fan Cheng hugged him in his arms, "Mu Chuan, why are you so stupid, you just take to heart what I said casually."

"I want to help you realize your wish. I wanted to make you happy, but it's all gone now." While crying, Mu Chuan grabbed Fan Cheng's lapel and rubbed it into his arms.

Mu Chuan felt his head being gently stroked by Fan Cheng.

"Mu Chuan, if there is peace in the future, I will definitely marry you."

"Yeah." Mu Chuan cried hard, and the tears were more moved. He felt that he finally followed Fancheng forever, and he would never be separated again.

After crying for a while, Mu Chuan was coaxed to sleep by Fan Chenglian.The dream that night was actually the same as usual, but it seemed to be very, very long, so long that it seemed that he shouldn't have woken up.

After Mu Chuan woke up, he couldn't see Fancheng, and when he walked out of the camp, there was no one.He shouted Fancheng's name loudly, opened the curtains of each tent, and searched everywhere, but there was no one there.He stood alone on the campsite, thinking wildly, and then looked into the distance, and there was a red light in the distance, and thick smoke was rising.His intuition told him that something happened in Fancheng.Subconsciously, he ran towards the fire.Running fiercely, cold wind and dry ash poured into Mu Chuan's throat, his nose turned red, and he just wanted to cry.

"Fancheng, you must be safe."

As he ran closer, he realized that the fire was originally on the Sishui River, but the sight in front of him was enough to surprise Mu Chuan.On the thick Sishui ice, a group of wild horses with fire cages tied to their tails ran. Those wild horses were surrounded by fire and ran wildly, roaring, but they couldn't escape the raging fire on the ice.In the dim light of the flames, the two armies were fighting and fighting on the opposite side.The lights of swords and swords reflected the raging fire and the wailing of horses and people.The soldiers who could not retreat from the ice had to carry it to death, and then fell one by one in a pool of blood.

"Fancheng!" Mu Chuan saw Fancheng's figure flashing behind the flames. Fancheng's face was facing him, vomiting blood, and a flower gun had been pierced into his body.

Mu Chuan was about to fly across the river of fire, when Fancheng on the opposite side threw Youlongjian vigorously, and Youlongjian flew high above the flames rising from the ice.

"Don't come here, go to Anyang to rescue Fan Qing."

Mu Chuan stared at Fancheng, gritted his teeth, tears fell straight from his eyes, his eyes were obviously sore, but he didn't close them.

You Longjian fell to the shore with a bang, and the fire was crackling and burning. The bloodstains on Fan Cheng's face shone through the flames and finally said, "Go to Anyang."

Mu Chuan watched Fan Cheng turn his head and fall on the opposite side.He picked up the sword and ran, running along the river.He must rush to his side as soon as possible.He can't do nothing.After running around the banks of the Sishui River for a long time, he really didn't know why the fire could last so long without leaving any way out.He kept running, kept running, there was obviously no horse, but the fire was still very strong, he hugged You Longjian in his arms, sat down on the ground and cried, hammering his hands and shouting, "Ah——"

He picked up the grass by the river one by one, he couldn't run anymore, and he would be farther away from Fancheng.He sat blankly for a while, then got up and walked back, "It's okay, I'll collect your body for you." On the Sishui River, ice and fire blend together, but on the side of the Sishui River, everything is normal, as if these are two worlds, one The ice river separated him from Fancheng in this way.

As he walked, he started to run wildly again, and when he ran back to the original place, there was no fight on the opposite side behind the fire, on the ice, fire, dead horses, dead people, except for the redness of the fire, it was blood the red.

He put the sword by his side, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.He's going to wait here until the fire goes out.After sitting for two days, the fire was really extinguished.During these two days, listening to the sound of the flames burning, my heart seemed to be burning in the fire, burning into ashes.

After the fire, the ice melted and the water surfaced.Holding the Youlong Sword in his hand, he jumped into the Sishui River, the river water was still warm, the temperature of the corpse.

After landing dripping with water, there were piles of corpses and blood flowing all over the place.There is also a lonely head and a broken arm.

"Xiao Cai!" "Xiao Yi!" "Ah Qiang!" "Brother Li!"

……

Fancheng fell sideways in the bloody water, the bloody water had frozen into red ice, and the flower gun passed through Fancheng's body at an angle to support the ground.

Mu Chuan stepped over the corpse carefully, walked to Fan Cheng's side, pulled out the flower gun vigorously, and then hugged him tightly.Kneeling on the ground, Fancheng began to cry, his hands frantically touched Fancheng's cheeks, Fancheng's face was pale and his lips were purple, "I'll hold you, so you won't be cold anymore." Muchuan cried and collapsed, He suddenly remembered the scene when they watched the fireflies together that day, "If you are still cold, I will always hug you like this."

"what--"

This land that has been ruined by the war is barren and dilapidated. If there is anything growing, it is a pile of corpses.Desperation, endless sadness, everything has no end in sight.

He guarded Fancheng for a day, and only after Sishui had frozen again did he go back with Fancheng on his back.He carried Fancheng back to the camp, and carried the corpses of other soldiers back. Those who lost their heads had to carry their heads back, as well as their broken arms.After carrying this pile of corpses for a whole day, Mu Chuan should have been very tired, but he didn't have the heart to think about those at all.The smell of blood covered his whole body, and the cold air kept exhaling from Mu Chuan's mouth, but the sweat on his back stuck his clothes tightly.

I found an open space next to the camp and dug two pits, one big and one small.

"You guys just make do with it, and you can have a companion in one place." Mu Chuan carefully put all the corpses into the big pit, and after burying them, kowtowed a few times.

Then he pulled the bedding from the camp and spread it in the mud.He took off his clothes and put them aside, then carried Fan Cheng out and put them in safely. "Just let me accompany you."

Standing in the mud puddle, Mu Chuan leaned over slowly, kissed Fan Cheng's forehead lightly, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and dripped onto Fan Cheng's face.This was the first time he kissed him, but it was also the last time.

Mu Chuan wiped Fan Cheng'an's sleeping face with his sleeve before covering him with the quilt. Mu Chuan looked at the quilt and pushed it through the pile of mud one by one. The mud was roughly covered like black rain.

Fancheng finally has his own home underground, "Wait for me, I'll see you after I die."

Mu Chuan put his sadness into the corner of his heart, hurriedly changed his clothes, rode on a fast horse and rushed to Anyang overnight.

There was a Youlong Sword hanging on his horseback, and he never rested for a moment. He knew that Fan Qing was Fancheng's last wish, and he had to take him out no matter what, otherwise even if he died, he would have no face to see Fancheng again.

It was as if something cold had invaded his dream, cutting off everything abruptly, forcing him to wake up.

"Forehead--"

Zhongli Muchuan groaned, but saw Fan Qing sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a wet towel in his hand.

Seeing that he woke up, Fan Qing withdrew his hand, "You were talking in your sleep just now."

After finishing his sentence coldly, he withdrew his gaze, "Master Mu Chuan, you should go back."

Zhongli Muchuan sat up, "No, I want to stay, I want to help you."

"Are you sure you are helping me by staying?" Fan Qing stood up.

"I can help you make suggestions, and I can also protect you."

"Don't you know? Your existence is my weakness. What's more, you don't love me at all." Fan Qing thought in his heart.After a while, he only said, "You can stay, but you have to protect yourself." After saying that, Fan Cheng threw the towel into the washbasin on the wooden stand, and pushed the door straight out.

Zhongli Muchuan sat alone in a daze, and the group couldn't help crying.

"If you really like me, promise me to like yourself as you like me."

The shadow of Fancheng on Fan Qing's body was too heavy, it hurt Zhongli Muchuan's heart heavily.For him, Fan Cheng and Fan Qing were not available, and they were not payable.