Fast travel: the 101st be

"You..." Lingye was still stunned.

Cheng Yuan was still crying, but his sweaty and weak hands were still trembling around Lingye's waist at this moment, as if he was worried that Lingye would shake him off mercilessly after listening to his next words.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Brother Ye...I regret...I regret..."

Just like accidentally breaking his father's beloved vase, he admitted his mistake and apologized aggrievedly.

Every time you say a word, the ring is tighter.

"I'm sorry...I was wrong...I really..."

He obviously didn't even say anything wrong, but Lingye understood.

Since the phrase 'Brother Wild', he has understood everything.

He knew what he was apologizing for.

I also know why even now, he still keeps this matter secret.

Knowing why he once worked so hard to save himself, deliberately condoned him to collude with him everywhere, deliberately let him go, and even helped him overcome the cold.

Just because we are in different camps, killing people in pain is never the same as killing people after being ungrateful. The former wakes up and apologizes and the latter regrets and asks for forgiveness.

Lingye knew that Cheng Yuan also knew this.

So if possible, Cheng Yuan would definitely be more willing to bring this secret to the grave, so that Lingye simply thought that he was really just interested in sex, and then because of getting along day and night, his love was deeply rooted. Perhaps it is the best ending for both of them, and it is also the simplest. ending.

However, perhaps because he was too wronged by the cold poison and the brand of plum blossoms, Cheng Yuan was suddenly not reconciled to just this, not reconciled to the two of them going to the end so unclearly.

Or maybe it was just because he was dazed by the poison, so he said all the things he would not normally say, and what he didn't want to say, and put aside all the city's thoughts.

I just want Ling Ye to be like the first one, hug him to warm his cold feet, even if he is angry, he will tell him gently, "Next time, don't run around alone."

The tenderness that he will never see again in this life.

Ling Ye didn't speak.

Cheng Yuan was still talking, incoherent and confused, "Your country, your home, your sister, your brother and brother, I'm sorry...and madam..."

"I didn't... I didn't have to kill her. If she doesn't die, you will die. I... She also knows, she is willing, she is willing to give you the chance to live... Killing Madam with my own hands, I am also very... very sad... ...she didn't blame me...she didn't blame me..."

So can you, don't blame me...

Is there any way to act as if nothing happened...

If he knew that it would become like this now, he would not run around and feign death just to go back to Jiang country and fight for what belongs to him, he would be willing to stay by Lingye forever, be Ahe forever, just do His little book boy has lived an ordinary life.

Even if the country of Yan cannot escape the war, he has always been in the same camp as Lingye. Even if he dies, he will die in Lingye's arms, and brother Ye may cry for him.

Mrs. Ling treats him as well as she treats Lingye, and treats him as her own son. He sleeps with Lingye every night, and brings him all the delicious and fun things.

Although Lingye looks cold, he is also very kind to him. When the weather is so cold that the quilt is useless, Lingye will use his own stomach to warm the feet of his unknown brother.

Cheng Yuan was tired and passed out directly in Lingye's arms, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Lingye has not said a word since just now.

After all, he is an ordinary person, no matter how good he is at planning, his face will look like everyone else when he is crying, his nose will be red, his eyelashes will be covered with water stains, and the uncontrollable tears will seep out even when he is asleep.

Lingye carefully wiped the tears off his face, and watched quietly for a while. He moved closer and wanted to leave a mark on his forehead as usual, but stopped for a moment.

As if hesitating for so long about the decline and prosperity of a dynasty, he finally leaned up lightly and kissed it.

Cheng Yuan didn't talk about it since then, and looked at the map with him during the day when he was awake, and fell asleep quietly after enduring rolling around at night. Ling Ye didn't know if he didn't remember at all or didn't mention it on purpose.

She has completely recovered her usual appearance, but she is getting depressed day by day.

The two of them tacitly agreed, and neither of them said much, maintaining a delicate atmosphere.

Cheng Yuan's killing of Marquis Ding'an was like a knife, cutting off a thread in the intricate network of checks and balances in the Kyushu Continent. Once he mobilized his whole body, the complex balance finally fell apart, and wars broke out all over the place.

Every time Lingye came back from victory, Cheng Yuan would wait for him on the city wall.

Cheng Yuan personally took over his halberd and congratulated him with a smile, "Congratulations."

Lingye would lean down and kiss him.

Over time, it became an alternative welcome style.

The immortals in Lingye went all over the place crying and looking for good medicine, and finally kept Cheng Yuan like a medicine jar until the winter of the year, but every day passed, his heart trembled, and no one could cure it, both of them knew it in their hearts.

Cheng Yuan sent Lingye away again, it was late autumn at that time, and it was going to be severe winter, maybe when Lingye came back, it would be snowing.

Cheng wished for Lingye's back, as if he wanted to engrave his back in his mind, until Lingye gradually became smaller and disappeared into the sky.

Just as Cheng Yuan turned his head, a familiar voice sounded in his mind.

"gentlemen."

"mediocre?"

"it's me."

"Why did you come back?"

Pingping didn't speak, and he understood the indescribable words in the silence. He suddenly felt that this artificial intelligence was too intelligent, and sometimes the emotional changes were almost the same as that of a real person. In the world he lived in, technology had not yet developed. to this stage.

"Are you here to pick me up?" Cheng Yuan said.

Plain default.

"When?" Cheng Yuan asked again.

"At most thirty days." Ping Ping said.

"Understood." Cheng Yuan said, and then added,

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, I still want to wait for him to come back again."

Pingping was silent for a while, and then continued, "Why didn't you two bring out what happened back then, why didn't you ask him if he loves you, hates you, why didn't you tell him what kind of feelings you have for him? ?”

Cheng Yuan shook his head, "As he said, the matter between me and him can't be explained clearly in a few words, and others may not understand it, and we may not understand it ourselves."

"Whether it is love, hatred, guilt, remembrance of the past, or something else, who can tell clearly, if he asks me, I can't tell."

"If he puts the past aside and comes to me and says, 'I've forgiven you, I don't hate you anymore, I love you now', maybe it's not the Lingye I know, and it's not worth it. I threw everything away to give him back what was rightfully his."

Ping Ping doesn't understand, he is just an artificial intelligence, he was lucky enough to implant some human emotions, but he still doesn't understand the complicated grievances and hatreds between people.

Fifty days later, it happened to be another victory, and Ben returned in three or five days.

That night, the soldiers in the account set up a bonfire to celebrate. Everyone's faces were beaming, and everyone was crazy. Only their generals sat quietly. Although there were smiles on their faces, they always seemed to be worried.

Until midnight, a message came from the city, and they saw that their general, who had not slept for several days, rode back overnight.

Cheng Yuan originally thought that the pain was just that, and that no suffering was better than saving his life.

He felt that way in this world, so he couldn't understand those people who wanted to die and committed suicide.

The pain I endured day and night was really unbearable at first, but I got used to it after a long time.

He never thought that one day it would be so painful that he wanted to die.

Dr. Zhang was sweating profusely beside the bed. The wailing of the person on the bed was so piercing that all the servants beside him had goosebumps.Blood flowed from Zi Cheng Yuan's mouth, staining half of the bed.

Qin Taifu frowned, "The king may take a while."

Dr. Zhang shook his head, "It's no good, his internal organs are almost gone."

If Pingping had eyebrows, he would also be frowning. He didn't understand why he was holding on like this, day after day.

It was in Cheng Yuan's mind, and he knew Cheng Yuan's pain better than anyone else, as well as his true thoughts now, and he really wanted someone to kill him with one blow.

Fortunately, that person finally came.

At that moment, Pingping sensed that Cheng Yuan's grievance reached its peak.

Just like a strong child who is bullied outside, no matter how embarrassing or painful it is, he will swallow his anger and shed tears when he sees his mother.

why so late...

it hurts...

he hurts...

Trembling, Lingye stepped forward to embrace him, his voice trembling like Cheng Yuan's, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Cheng Yuan was quiet instead. He smiled, leaned on Lingye's shoulder, and closed his eyes, "Fortunately, I'm a little lucky."

"After going around and going around, I still died in your arms."

Cheng Yuan touched Lingye's heavy halberd and dragged it to Lingye's hand with difficulty.It's enough to wait, it's enough to see the last side.

"You come……"

Lingye's mind was in chaos, and the words of Dr. Zhang and Cheng Yuan echoed in his mind.

"Your Majesty... Actually, he should have gone long ago..."

"Go earlier and suffer less."

……

Lingye hugged the person and didn't speak.

He waited for him for so long just to let him kill him with his own hands, didn't he...

Is it because I blame him for what he did to him, so now I have to torture him...

Cheng Yuan frowned and bit his tongue enduring his pain, and took the halberd into his hand again.

"Just treat Ah He as the last pain, okay..."

"Brother Ye..."

Cheng Yuan didn't wait too long. No wonder so many people committed suicide. The momentary relief is real.

It's a wonderful feeling, similar to a feeling of soul stripping.

It was as if his soul consciousness had been bound in Cheng Yuan's soul before, and now it was completely extracted and separated.

He is now like a bystander, standing next to Lingye and Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yuan in Lingye's arms is completely dead, Lingye holds his halberd in one hand, and the other end penetrates Cheng Yuan's chest.

Seeing the face exactly like his own face to face, Cheng Yuan felt very strange, but when he looked at Lingye again, he was startled.

He cried.

He had never seen Lingye cry, not even when Mrs. Ling died.

But he is crying so sad now.

As if he was the one who died.

Only then did Cheng Yuan know what Pingping said before, no matter how you go, there will be that ending. He was bound in Cheng Yuan's soul before, and every decision he made was actually Cheng Yuan's decision.

In the final analysis, he is still a bystander, but he can feel the pain of resentment, the joy of resentment, love what he loves, and hate what he hates.

He suffered what Cheng Yuan deserved. From body to heart, he almost thought that this is actually a highly intelligent NPC game, and the game experience can be rated as a perfect score.

"So what's the purpose of making me suffer like this?" Cheng Yuan asked.

"Congratulations, sir, for successfully completing a world." Pingping awkwardly changed the subject.

"How many worlds are there?"

"do not know."

"Are they all such heart-piercing tragedies?"

"……do not know."

"never mind."

Cheng Yuan stood there and watched for a while, but he couldn't wait for Ling Ye to let Cheng Yuan go, so he lost his patience.

When people die, the lights go out, and it's useless to be reluctant.

"Let's go." Cheng Yuan said to Pingping, he was about to turn around and leave, but he looked back reluctantly, "What is his ending in this world?"

"I only serve my husband, and I don't know the rest."

Cheng Yuan: "That's right, I'm asking what you are doing, you bastard."

mediocre:"……"

As if to prove that he is not a waste, "You can ask him yourself when the time comes."

"Ok?"

Pingping knew that he had said the wrong thing impulsively, so he shut up quickly, otherwise he would be taken away for reset and repair.

Cheng Yuan didn't make things difficult for it.

"Forget it, let's go."

A twisted vortex appeared in front of Cheng Yuan, exactly the same as when he first entered this world.

"Sir, nothing else can be said, but there are still some things that can be said."

"Huh? What?"

"Lingye's current hate value is still 100."

"Yes, it's normal."

"But the love value is also 100."

Cheng Yuan was taken aback, but still smiled,

"It can be regarded as half of the task completed."

[The author has something to say: Haha, it's over, but there is still a side story to this story. I still want to briefly explain what happened to them when they were young. Ling Ye was really super nice to Cheng Yuan when they were young.

Then we will see you in the second world on Friday]