Liuzhou Boys

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Before Gu Yan had time to change his clothes, he rushed to the mountain.

It is rare for him to feel a little bit of joy and satisfaction in his heart, just like buying a good thing on the street and eager to offer it to his family, he can't wait to see Aqi.

Therefore, when Ah Qi walked out of the bamboo forest, he saw his Senior Brother Gu wearing a purple brocade robe, long hair disheveled, dark eyes piercing, thin and sharp lips.

He raised his eyes and smiled at himself, his eyes full of smiles.

Ah Qi jumped off the stone platform, stood opposite Gu Yan, moved his lips, as if he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

Gu Yan raised the sword in his hand: "I picked the treasure."

Ah Qi stared at it, keeping his expression on.

Gu Yan pulled him to sit on the stone platform, stroking the pair of long swords with his palms, and seemed to be talking to himself: "The pair of swords are given to Biren, and if you accept them, you will be married. We shall be together forever and ever, and never leave.”

"There are two lines in Liuzhou City Lefang's favorite song for idiot men and women, "Yuyou heavy fire burns for three years, Geng Gengxing river smokes, this pair of swords is named after it, one heavy fire, one Liuyan .”

"Aqi, I will give you the Liuyan Sword, not for eternity...but for a hundred years."

"...how are you?"

Ah Qi took the sword from him, drew it out of its sheath, and saw that the snow blade was like moonlight, better than flowing water, and he hung the sword on his waist unceremoniously.

"Yan." He tilted his head and thought for a long time before saying inarticulately, "I'm not afraid of the Zhishui Heart Sutra."

Gu Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly: "Me too."

Cutting off feelings and thoughts, having no desires and no intentions, are just eight words.

What can really be broken by eight characters?

Gu Yan slept surprisingly well that night, but Ah Qi was sleepless all night. His palm kept stroking the word "Liuyan" on the sword. The fog made my lips turn white.

Not afraid of Zhishui Heart Sutra.he said to himself.

"Rulan scenery disappears in emptiness, and the drunkenness of the city is already a dream away. Youyou has been burned for three years, and Geng Gengxing's river is gone." He had heard that song before. When Gu Yan took him to the street, the street corner The weaving woman told him the story.

They were a pair of childhood sweethearts. They were childhood sweethearts. They wished to be married forever and would never leave. However, they suffered from the war. They couldn't meet each other, but they met again three years later. After going through hardships, they were finally able to hold his son's hand and grow old together with him. They sang a lingering and sad song, which was sung all over the country.

This piece of music is very long, but he only remembers the middle four lines. For some reason, his talented and photographic senior brother Gu also only remembers the middle four lines.

It seemed like a sad omen.

The moon was sparse, and the boy got up alone, the moonlight shining on his brocade-like black long hair.He put on his martial arts robe with a blank expression, raised his long black hair with the belt, and hung the Liuyan sword on his waist.

The moonlight slid across the boy's facial features softly, and fell on the shallow grooves on his clothes, adding a bit of warmth and determination.

Ah Qi has always been serious about death, and he must do what he decides to do to the end.

It's just that he didn't know that he was drifting away.

That year, Ah Qi was 12 years old and Gu Yan was 17 years old.