The days of being in love with facial paralysis

Such dreams are becoming more and more frequent.In the dream, He Lan stood in front of him dripping with blood.

At the end of Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly, it is unknown whether Zhuangzi dreamed of a butterfly or the butterfly dreamed of Zhuangzi.Sometimes Meng Que felt that it was not a dream, it was real, but he regarded it as a dream.

He Lan is really dead.

For Meng Que, with He Lan's death, maybe everything will be relieved.But Meng Que was not happy. Once he thought of this possibility, he felt trembling all over, and the cold air spread all over his body.

How could He Lan die?How could he be willing to die?So it's not true.

One day, Rong Yulan said she was leaving.

She just broke in by accident, and she doesn't belong to this ghost valley, so it's not surprising that she wants to leave.

In fact, she was a little bit reluctant, it was so peaceful here, there was no war, no disease, no confusion, just like the legendary Xanadu.It's just that the people in this world are in distress, and He Lan is also in distress. How can she enjoy peace here?

Meng Que sent him to the exit of the valley. The woman was wearing a black robe, holding a red-tasseled spear in her hand, and she looked very heroic.

The two stood at the mouth of the valley, but she didn't leave immediately.She looked at him and examined him. Meng Que felt uncomfortable when he saw him, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Meng Que, you are so pretty." She smiled heartily.

Being praised by a woman like this, even though Meng Que had no intention of treating her, he couldn't help but blush at this moment.

"Meng Que, I'll tell you a story, and then I'll leave. This story is suffocating in my heart, and it's almost growing grass." She said with a smile.

Meng Que was naturally all ears.

"Once, General He was hit by a poisonous arrow from a poisonous man. All the generals almost risked their lives to save him. The arrow was poisonous, and it was near the heart. It was so dangerous. At that time, all Everyone felt that he couldn't take it any longer. His injuries were getting worse and worse, and soon he fell into a coma. One night, I went to see him in the tent. His face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his face was haggard. Now, there was only one thing in his mouth. His voice was so weak that I couldn't hear it at first, but he said it so many times that I gradually heard it. He It's a name, a person's name—Meng Que." Rong Yulan looked at him straight.

Meng Que stood there in a daze.

"The name I yelled when I was about to die must be the person I remember most in my heart." Rong Yulan turned and left after finishing speaking.

It took a long time before Meng Que came back to his senses.

The one I remember the most is not the one I love the most, but it may also be the one I hate the most.

He ruined He Lan, and He Lan remembered him most.

Meng Que showed a mocking smile.

Tang Fuguo's health is getting better and better.After Meng Que arrived, she often went out with him for a walk, instead of being bored in that cave all day long.

Yi Guan was also very happy watching.

Once, Tang Fuguo handed him a herb he had been looking for for a long time, and he almost jumped up happily.

It's just that this happiness is sometimes like a flower in a mirror, like a moon in water, it comes and goes too fast.

A month later, someone entered the ghost valley again, this time it was to look for Meng Que, and brought a piece of news.

Marquis Boyang was seriously ill.

For Meng Que, this was a bolt from the blue.

In his previous life, he was entangled in those love affairs, and he still had some hatred for the father of the instigator.He seldom paid attention to him, but his father was like a weed, decadent all day long, but his body was still very strong.

In his previous life, Boyanghou was a white-haired man who sent a black-haired man.

Why do you suddenly become seriously ill in this lifetime?

However, at a time like this, it was pointless to wonder why he was seriously ill.

Meng Que's eyes fell on his mother.Tang Fuguo was also in a daze, obviously the news came too suddenly.

She also cares about this husband.In Meng Que's memory, his parents were very loving.All of these causes and effects, the initial problem still appeared on him.

"Mother, I will leave the valley tomorrow." Meng Que said.

Tang Fuguo's hair is black and white, and there are obvious signs of aging on his face.She didn't speak, but shut herself up silently.

Meng Que turned his head, only to see that Uncle Yi who had been treating him very well was standing there in a daze, with an expression on his face that was almost crying.

Love in this world is the most difficult, not love, if you give, you will definitely get what you want.Many are often empty baskets.

Meng Que didn't know how to comfort Yi Guan, let alone whether he should comfort Yi Guan.

After all, Boyanghou was his mother, and that was his parents.

The next morning, Meng Que left alone with his bundle.

It's just that when he walked to the valley entrance, there was already a person standing there.She was wearing a white cloak and a black cloak, but she could still be recognized at a glance, that was Tang Fuguo.

"I'll see you off," she said.

It's just that this gift was sent to the residence of Boyang Hou.

In half a year, Meng Que discovered that the entire capital had completely changed, perhaps not only the capital, but the whole world.

Because the war that was ready to go out finally broke out, Kyoto no longer had the extravagant style of the past, and the people were mostly talking about wars, and the saying that He Lan was the living king of Hades gradually became less and less.

What he said more was that General He won another battle today.

He seemed to have become the god of war and the hope of the people.

The Marquis of Boyang's mansion has become much quieter, without the smoky atmosphere of the past. When he stepped in and saw the old butler instead of the women serving Meng Huo, Meng Que breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Fuguo still followed behind her, but now she changed into another outfit, wearing a thick cotton padded jacket, her face was covered with a white gauze, so she couldn't see her original appearance at all.

Even though he had worked in this mansion for decades and served Tang Fuguo for eight years, the old housekeeper did not recognize him.

When the old butler saw Meng Que, he was almost so excited that he burst into tears.

"Young master, you are finally back. The master has been ill since the beginning of spring this year. He first contracted a cold, and the cold became more and more serious. Then...then he had to chant his wife's name all day long... This is good and bad. , Now it's autumn, and it suddenly got worse, and now I'm lying on the bed, I can't even recognize people." The old housekeeper finally found someone who could talk, and poured out in one breath.

"I'll go and see him." Meng Que said.

Tang Fuguo paused for a moment, then followed.

The old housekeeper squinted his eyes and stared at her back for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "In this autumn, you are actually wearing so many clothes. This is coming with the young master, so I should say less."

Meng Que pushed open the door and saw Meng Huo lying on the bed.

He was pale, lost a lot of weight, and aged a lot at once.

Tang Fuguo didn't come in, but stood at the door.

Meng Que felt that she might want to come in, but she was afraid to come in.Of course he couldn't understand her thoughts.

Meng Que sat down beside him, grabbed his somewhat withered hand, and called softly, "Father."

Perhaps it was true that the father and son were connected, the already unconscious Boyanghou suddenly grabbed his hand, and a hoarse word came out of his throat.

Fuguo.