Pick up a deity to cultivate a subject

In the dark alley, the funeral bone shrank himself into a ball and hid himself in the pile of groceries. He didn't know why he ran. The beggar seemed to know him, but there was a voice in his heart saying to him:

"Escape from his side..."

In the darkness, the box in the palm of his hand was glowing with a faint purple light. Zun Gu carefully opened the box, and two amber glass lay inside, shining brightly, illuminating half the alley in an instant, and Zun Gu hurriedly covered the box.

The heart was beating non-stop, the sound of footsteps was from far to near, every step was on the strings of the burial bones, Nan Ke didn’t let him bring the qin before going out, but gave him seven strings for self-defense , I thought that Emperor Mo would not be able to use it.

Thinking of Emperor Mo, Zong Gu lowered his head and bit his lower lip. He didn't like Emperor Mo very much, and he always felt that Emperor Mo looked at him too coldly. Due to Nanke's trust in Emperor Mo, Zong Gu kept silent about it .

Even if Funeral Bone knows that a few words are enough to cause disagreements between Nan Ke and Emperor Mo, just like those people in the storybook who talk about honey and swords, relying on their three-inch tongue to make hype, and set off bloody storms one after another, what is the point? Woolen cloth?

How many people want to keep themselves alive?

Who else besides Nan Ke?

What kind of person was he that would make Emperor Mo hate him so much?

It's a kind of disgust that has gone from disappointment to despair. I wish he could disappear, but I have to hold him in the palm of my hand like a treasure, and take care of him carefully. Before I came out with Emperor Mo, I looked back and saw him standing Nan Ke at the door stood there alone, his shadow stretched very long.

Maybe Nan Ke knew what Emperor Mo was going to do, and maybe Funeral Gu also knew that he was going to be abandoned. This is probably the so-called pretending to be deaf and dumb. Feel procrastinated.

...Maybe, it's not meaningless...

Funeral Bone looked at the beggar in front of him who was panting with his hands on his knees, and clenched the box in his hand. Although the beggar was sweating profusely, out of breath, and in a panic, his eyes were fixed on him. Look at the bones, for fear that the person will disappear in the blink of an eye.

"The burial."

The voice of the beggar who hadn't spoken for a long time was very hoarse, and the beggar was laughing, but the dirty face was already full of tears, and the funeral bone hesitantly stretched out his hand, using his sleeve to wipe the beggar's face with tears.

It was a very young face, with trembling hands grabbing the hand of the funeral bone and sticking it to the face, it took almost no effort, as long as the funeral bone pulled lightly, he could withdraw his hand, but he secretly hoped that these hands could catch him.

Not for other reasons, but because the beggar can see him and hide him in his eyes. What is reflected in those eyes is not just a silhouette, but a blank face at this moment.

The subsequent development was logical, the funeral bone was brought home by the beggar, Emperor Mo didn't look for him, and the funeral bone didn't tell the beggar that he was separated from others, and he couldn't go back anyway, instead of being homeless and wandering the streets, If this person is willing to take him with him, Funeral Gu thinks he will not refuse.

After the initial panic, there was an inexplicable familiarity. Funeral Bone looked down at the hand tightly held by the beggar. Emperor Mo and Nan Ke would never hold him like this. Instead of taking care of him, it was better to treat him as a guest of honour. Haosheng entertains you.

The indescribable alienation was like an invisible barrier, and the daunting burial bones could only be watched silently, as long as he cooperated and gave the reaction Nan Ke and Emperor Mo wanted to see, no one would know whether he wanted to or not.

After walking through three streets, I came back to the beggar's house. It was not a broken temple as I expected, but a small courtyard, which was cleaned very cleanly. The beggar walked into the courtyard with the bones, and there were large white unknown flowers. Let the buried bones stand there in a daze, this scene is so familiar.

"hungry?"

Hearing the question, the funeral bone touched his belly and nodded. The beggar took the funeral bone and walked towards the kitchen, saying as he walked:

"There is hot porridge in the kitchen. You can eat some padding first. I'll change clothes and take you to the street to buy vegetables."

Zonggu looked at the bowl of porridge that Su Lanchen handed over, it was very thick, with finely chopped green onion and minced meat on it, it was really something to eat.The funeral bone held a bowl and ate porridge, while the beggar beside him had already started boiling water and undressed.

Well, the skin is quite fair, and there are abdominal muscles...

While eating the bones, he saw that the beggar was different from the one in the scriptures. After taking off his clothes, his body was clean and tender, and his hands and feet appeared.

"I made a mistake and am being punished."

As if he had guessed the intention of the funeral bone, the beggar said with a smile, after washing and changing clothes quickly, the funeral bone almost spit out a mouthful of porridge, this is too deceitful!The beggar walked up to the funeral bone, wiped the corners of his mouth, bent down, and kissed the funeral bone's forehead.

他 说:

"I have been in the world for a hundred years, and every minute and every second before I met you was a torment for me."

Funeral Bone was dragged by the beggar to buy vegetables on the street with a dazed face. When did he save this person, the repayment written in the storybook hit him on the head. He followed the beggar through the streets and alleys in a trance, and it felt good to hold his hands.

"what's your name?"

Sitting on the small stool in the kitchen, Hua Zonggu watched the beggar busy in front of the stove, and then remembered that he still didn't know the name of this person, so he couldn't be called a beggar.The beggar was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, put the chopped onions into a bowl beside him, and after a long silence, said:

"Su Lanchen."

"Su Lanchen, a gentleman should be like Lan, that's what it means."

The funeral bone read Su Lanchen's name once, and remembered the Clivia swaying in the wind all over the garden. The person who named it must love flowers very much.Su Lanchen smiled, nodded and said:

"Well, that's what he said."

Seeming to have poked at Su Lanchen's sad point, Zong Gu scratched his head, reaching into his sleeves and digging out, Su Lanchen looked at the soup in the pot, and at the same time looked at Zong Gu, digging for something in his sleeves with a tangled expression. , I suddenly feel that the years are quiet and good, which is probably the case.

"No, this is for you."

Su Lanchen looked at the burial bone with a painful face, a dragon scale was shining, Su Lanchen said: "Do you know that this is a token, a dragon scale is a promise of a clan, you carry it with you, the dragons of the world I will bow down to you, are you willing to give it to me?"

Zonggu got up and stuffed the dragon scale into Su Lanchen's hand, feeling it was wrong, cut Su Lanchen's finger with the dragon scale, watched the dragon scale absorb the blood, then nodded in satisfaction, before sitting back again, secretly I ordered a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Seeing the childlike burial, Su Lanchen's heart softened. In the past, this person had prepared everything for him and planned for the future, without a single moment of negligence.After several generations of reincarnation, he finally had the opportunity to take care of the buried bones with the same consideration and care as he did back then.

He is not the way of heaven, and the burial of bones is not the way of the road. They are the most ordinary mortals now, in a small courtyard, planting some flowers and plants, only the two of them are ordinary, and this is enough for the rest of their lives.

"The storybook says to repay you with gratitude. You see, you are a beggar and I am homeless. I don't know anything. If you take care of me, I will pay you."

Su Lanchen put down the spoon, walked to the funeral bone, half-kneeled down, threw herself into the funeral bone's arms and wept silently like when she was a child, he knew it was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but everything can't go back.

No matter how beautiful and stable it is, it is just an illusion. Su Lanchen, who has been living in the world for a hundred years, has seen the warmth and coldness, soberly allowed himself to be reduced to a beggar, and suffered all kinds of beatings and insults. He wanted to atone for his sins, but no matter how clear His pain is not worth what he gave to bury the bones.

"I will take care of you in the future. If I die, I will arrange everything for you so that you can live without worry."

This sentence has never been said to Su Lanchen before, he can't say love, Su Lanchen didn't understand love at that time, so the two of them missed it, love or hate, entangled endlessly, life after life, knowing one of them Completely wiped out, without leaving any traces...

Su Lanchen understood the good intentions of burying the bones, but it was too late. He was the one who forced burying to death in the name of love time and time again. He felt that he was wronged, but he never considered the feelings of burying the bones.

Such a high-ranking person, for him, lost all his arrogance, lost his vigor, and even gave up on himself. To put it mildly, he is submissive, but at worst, he is weak and cowardly. He loves so deeply that he is born like duckweed , had no choice but to drift with the crowd, Su Lanchen regarded her as heartless and heartless, or even as unloving...

"No, I'm left alone after you die, so pitiful."

Funeral's face was unclear, so he looked at Su Lanchen who was kneeling in front of him and threw himself into his arms, and said something very seriously, Su Lanchen was shocked, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I won't leave you alone again."

The several reincarnations of the buried bones were just to accompany Su Lanchen. There were too many misunderstandings by accident, but Su Lanchen never properly accompanied the buried bones. Even his birthday was ruined by Su Lanchen. Listening to Su Lanchen With Lan Chen's crying, a look of sadness appeared in the depths of the buried bones' eyes, but it disappeared soon.

Hesitatingly, he stretched out his hand to hug Su Lanchen, stroked Su Lanchen's back one after another, and felt that he should say something, but what could he say?I don't know how long my life is, and if I talk too much, it will become a shackle called an oath in the end, which will lock another person firmly.

There was a strange smell in the air. After thinking about it, Zong Gu said: "It seems that something is mushy."

Hearing this, Su Lanchen hurriedly got up and went back to the stove. He moved very quickly. I didn't see Su Lanchen's appearance after crying. I felt a little regretful, but also relieved. These emotions came from deep in my heart. Zong Gu yawned, Su Lanchen's busy figure gradually became blurred, Zong Gu closed his eyes, fell into the firewood pile beside him, and fell into a deep sleep.

Not all encounters will have a happy ending. One night in the dream of burial, Nan Ke and Emperor Mo were playing chess in the main hall, and they were still discussing him...

"Even with the foundation of you and me, we can only protect him for a hundred years. Nan Ke, don't be obsessed with it. There is no way to disperse the soul."

"I have to find a way if I can't help it. Let me watch him doomed like this. I can't do it!"

After a while of silence, Emperor Mo put down Baizi with his fingertips, got up and slapped Nan Ke, maybe because he was too angry, his whole body was trembling with anger.Nan Ke was beaten to the side of his head, bleeding from his lips, he licked it, and put the sunspot on the chessboard.

"You all gave up your life for him, didn't you?"

"Yes, if I want to watch him die, I would rather die for him!"

"Nan Ke, you are crazy!"

"Do you dare to say that you are not crazy?!"

Nan Ke overturned the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces were scattered all over the floor. The two people who were supposed to be close to each other now insisted on their own opinions, looked at each other coldly and hated each other, all because of an existence that should have died long ago.

Funeral Gu remembered that he was woken up by a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep, so he sat behind the pillars in the main hall and wrote down the quarrel verbatim. After being quiet for a while, he heard Emperor Mo say:

"Even if I'm crazy, I was driven crazy by you! Nan Ke, I just want to say, if you dare to destroy your foundation and help him become a god, I will be the first to kill him!"

"you dare!"

"I have nothing to dare. In order to protect you, I can even calculate the Dao of Heaven, so why not dare. But you, don't forget, how he died."

"What happened to my brother was just an accident..."

"I don't believe it! How could an accident in this world happen to him by such a coincidence? How could it be so coincidental that when his front foot fell, Su Lanchen became the Dao of Heaven. You and I both know that it was the burial that changed his fate against the sky, and you Why bother to deceive yourself."

"Emperor Mo, you should calm down."

"I'm calm and clear-headed. I know what I'm doing and what I'm going to do. I'll find out. I won't let him die without knowing it!"

After Modi finished speaking, he walked away. When the funeral bone heard footsteps, he raised his head. Nan Ke was already standing in front of him. With a helpless smile, he stretched out his hand. The funeral bone stretched out a hand that was red with cold, and was embraced by Nan Ke inside.

Strangely, Nan Ke's chest was very warm, but Zong Gu still felt very cold, shivering and said:

"……sorry……"

Nan Ke smiled indifferently, and said, "What are you apologizing for? It's not your fault..."

The dream came to an abrupt end, and when Zong Gu woke up, he was already lying on the bed, he turned his head and saw Su Lanchen standing outside the window as if cooking something, Zong Gu blinked, thinking about the things in the dream, only felt that his heart felt like he was under pressure. A boulder was dropped.

Is it really not his fault?

"it's not your fault……"

"That's your fault!"

An indifferent voice sounded, Hun'er's body was pierced by the death scythe, and the barely supported soul completely collapsed without leaving a trace. Behind him, Hua Zhijun and the young man stood there with expressionless faces.

"Why are you crying?"

Seeing that the funeral bone woke up, Su Lanchen hurried in and poured a cup of warm water for the funeral bone. He was surprised to see the tears in the corner of the funeral bone and asked a question. The funeral bone shook his head. I feel uncomfortable, as if something important is missing...

"I have no idea……"

"Burn the bones!"

The funeral bone said something feebly, opened his mouth, and sprayed Su Lanchen's head and face with a mouthful of blood, Su Lanchen hurriedly picked him up and rushed out of the room, now only Mingchen can save the funeral bone...