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It was the new year's day, and the palace sent people to bring Wei Lichen to the capital for a celebration.

There has never been such a celebration in previous years. Li Shuo told Mo Hansheng that the reason for the celebration is very simple, it is to appease the hearts of the people.The life of the common people is becoming more and more difficult, plus the frontier is about to start a war, but the people in the palace are singing and singing every day, so they think of Wei Lichen and chat to announce to the world - "We still have the protection of gods"

Perhaps it is because of the turbid world today, people's hearts are too empty, and they cannot live without a pillar as a backbone.

The streets were covered with shadows, Wei Lichen was riding in a sedan chair in full dress, the teams on both sides were magnificent, but what was difficult to overcome was the death in people's eyes.

Mo Hansheng rushed to the outermost place with all his might. This was his first visit to the capital, and it stands to reason that he had no chance to come. Thanks to Li Shuo's kindness, he was willing to take him with him.

After Mo Hansheng opened the way, Li Shuo easily occupied a good place, glanced at the slowly moving chariot in the distance, and started talking in sleep with jealousy.Mo Hansheng listened casually, no doubt it was something like "wait for him to become a god".

Mo Hansheng cared more about Wei Lichen than other people's reactions.He narrowed his eyes and looked straight at the team. After getting closer, Wei Lichen's face was naturally seen clearly, and Mo Hansheng was suddenly stunned.

His ears were still noisy, and the crowd hurt his shoulders from pushing and bumping, but Yu Mo Hansheng, all of this suddenly became colorless and silent, leaving only the blush in Wei Lichen's eyes.

Strangely, Mo Hansheng somehow remembered the scene when he saw Wei Lichen and those beautiful eyes on the first day.

He remembered that he felt that there was something missing in Wei Lichen's eyes, but now he seemed to know what was missing——

is light.

The sun was clearly shining, but it failed to shine in the slightest.

Wei Lichen took a short knife from a person beside the chariot, cut open his palms expressionlessly, spread his arms, and blood dripped marks on the roads on both sides of the chariot.

This is what they call a "bloodbath".

People scrambled forward, including Li Shuo. They knelt on the ground and wiped wet blood spots on their foreheads with their fingertips, muttering blessings in their mouths.

It seems that they are all crazy, so Mo Hansheng is not normal anymore.

The moment the chariot passed in front of Mo Hansheng, he rushed up with a brute force, knocked away a few servants who followed him, stepped on the crossbar of the chariot, and a gust of wind stirred Wei Lichen's broken hair.

Wei Lichen was blocked from the sunlight by the person in front of him, shrouded in shadows, his eyes slightly raised, showing some surprise, and his tone of voice seemed to be tentative: "Mo Hansheng?"

The situation was critical, Mo Hansheng didn't hear anything wrong with Wei Lichen's tone at all, and he was quickly caught and dragged down.In fact, Mo Hansheng didn't know why he made such an action, his hands and feet started to move by himself, he just didn't want to see Wei Lichen bleed, so he just wanted to tell him——

If the sun can't shine in, then there is no sun, and Mo Hansheng will be replaced.

The team stopped, screaming and scolding pierced the sky, Mo Hansheng leaned over and kissed Wei Lichen in full view, like a dragonfly on water, like a mandarin duck on the run.

It was his audacity, but only this time.

If you compare Mo Hansheng's first 17 years, it will definitely be tea, which is plain and bitter. In this year, it can be compared to wine, which makes people drunk.

It has been raining heavily in his heart for many years, and it was the appearance of Wei Lichen who broke the torrential rain and set off the storm again with love.

How can poetry and wine take advantage of their youth? How can that love be overturned?

The national teacher stomped his feet angrily when he learned of this, and ordered that it should not be spread indiscriminately, and if he found out, he would slap his mouth and deal with it.Therefore, the people in the village don't know it yet, and continue to be busy celebrating New Year's Eve. Although they are not as prosperous as the capital, they still enjoy it. They will put lanterns and hold bonfire banquets at night.

"What are you doing standing so far away?" Wei Lichen said, "Come here."

There was originally Li Shuo in the temple, but after scolding Mo Hansheng, the other party sighed helplessly and resentfully, and left with his hands on his hips.

Mo Hansheng hesitated again and again, and walked over carefully.

Wei Lichen stretched out his hand to caress Mo Hansheng's face, carefully caressing the lines of the skin, and when he reached the slightly raised part of his forehead, he paused.Mo Hansheng hurriedly pulled Wei Lichen's hand away.

That was the place where Mo Hansheng tattooed his characters. He was sentenced to tattooing—the skin and flesh were cut open with a knife and saw, and then painted with charcoal.The mark of a sinner sticks close to his body all his life, visible to everyone, and cannot be washed away.

Wei Lichen hesitated a little, and pressed his lips into a straight line for a long time like a stick in his throat. Just when he was about to ask Mo Hansheng "does it hurt?", the other party held his hands instead.

"Does your hand hurt?" Mo Hansheng frowned and stared at Wei Lichen's gauze-wrapped palm, and he kept blowing on his lips without closing his words.

Wei Lichen's eye circles were slightly red, and he said stiffly, "It doesn't hurt."

Hearing the words, Mo Hansheng deliberately squeezed his hand, Wei Lichen couldn't help hissing, the emotion of rushing to Tianlinggai disappeared instantly, and his face turned ugly.

"Immortals also lie to people?" Mo Hansheng smiled brightly.

"Mo Hansheng!" Wei Lichen mercilessly clenched his fist and hammered Mo Hansheng's shoulder, but it was just the opposite, and he was the one who hurt.

Mo Hansheng's smile grew stronger, but his heart ached.The villagers in the distance are indulging in the lantern banquet at the moment, and the laughter almost reaches the temple. Mo Hansheng once again secretly kissed the gods of the world.

The lips and teeth are interdependent, and the tongue is lubricated with fragrance.The gate of the temple was locked at some point, and the clear and crisp sound of water rang in the ears. The fragrant sandalwood was mixed with a faint smell, and the candles reflected two lingering souls, like falling leaves returning to their roots, merging into one is a new life.

"Han Sheng." Wei Lichen's face was still a little flushed, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to the side of his face, the two of them were sitting by the bed, and he leaned his head on Mo Hansheng's shoulder, "Do you want to talk?"

Mo Hansheng was taken aback for a moment, then turned sideways and pulled Wei Lichen's inner coat, wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him in his arms.

"It doesn't matter anymore." When he was a child, he really wanted to speak, but after a long time, many obsessions were erased. Now that Wei Lichen can understand his mind again, whether he can speak or not is no longer important.

"But I want to hear your voice." Wei Lichen choked back the sentence "I hope you will have a better life in the future".

He didn't dare to talk about the future.

The two sneaked back to the river before it was not too late. Mo Hansheng put Wei Lichen off his back and stared at the small river in front of him, feeling puzzled.

What is different from last time is that there is an extra red archway on the opposite side of the small river.Inside the archway is not a forest but an endless darkness, as if it is connected to some terrible place.

"You wait for me where you are." Wei Lichen's face was full of sternness, seeing that Mo Hansheng was disobedient and about to follow him, he cast two fierce eyes over him.

Mo Hansheng couldn't do anything about Wei Lichen, and worriedly told him to call his name if there was anything to do. He had a good ear and would rush to Wei Lichen's side immediately.

When Wei Lichen crossed the small river, he actually walked on the surface of the river, not a single drop of water got on his shoes.He stepped into the archway with a muffled sound, and his figure was soon plunged into darkness.

About the small river and the swimming light belt, Mo Hansheng never asked Wei Lichen a word. Since the other party could spy on his heart, he must know his curiosity, but Wei Lichen didn't take the initiative to explain to him, so Mo Hansheng didn't say much. ask.

He felt that maybe one day in the future, Wei Lichen would be in a better mood, so he would naturally be willing to tell him.

When Wei Lichen came out of the archway, he looked the same as when he went in, except...two blood tears on his face.

"Go back and mash it, soak it in water and drink it together." He stuffed an unknown blue flower in his hand to Mo Hansheng.

Mo Hansheng held the blue flower weakly and almost fell to the ground, the small river and the archway gradually disappeared in front of his eyes.He stared at Wei Lichen's red pupils with burning eyes, his chest felt tight.

Last moment, he was still thinking about Wei Lichen slowly telling himself these things in the future, but at this moment, he was eager to know where Wei Lichen went just now?Why are there blood and tears?What is this flower?

Among all the doubts, what Mo Hansheng wants to know the most is——

What kind of world can Wei Lichen's red eyes see?

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① "Poetry and wine take advantage of the time" comes from Su Shi's "Wang Jiangnan · Transcendent Taiwan Works"