[Quick Transmigration] BOSS didn't tell you

"Prime Minister, this is already the sixth night. Fortunately, the main light is still on. It seems that the gods are merciful. The prime minister's life should not be terminated, and he will succeed. This is really a blessing for our country." Jiang Wei looked at half leaning Zhuge Liang, who was extremely pale and haggard on the couch, couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

Ever since he agreed to follow Zhuge Liang, he has been following Zhuge Liang in the north and south, and has experienced dozens of battles, large and small.When he first joined Zhuge Liang's tent, he felt that Prime Minister Zhuge, who was famous in the Three Kingdoms and made Wei and Wu both want to get rid of him quickly, was like that high god, with a handsome face, always with a gentle smile on his lips, gentle and gentle. Courteous but revealing the alienation and indifference of refusing anyone to really approach.

He couldn't see through this man.

But he always felt that Prime Minister Zhuge should be a person with a story.

Is it the childhood sweetheart who used to be a sweetheart, or the virtuous wife at home who washes her hands and makes soup?Jiang Wei guessed more than once.

He and Zhuge Liang gradually became acquainted.

He also finally discovered that Prime Minister Zhuge was not so unapproachable.

He talked about classics and history with Prime Minister Zhuge, and discussed the gains and losses of the past and the present with a smile; cooked green plum wine to discuss the general strategy of governing the country; tasted tea and discussed chess, and discussed good strategies to control the enemy.

He remembered one time when he was half drunk to celebrate a victory, when he was slightly tipsy, he asked Zhuge Liang with a smile, "Mr. Kong Ming, can I count as your confidant?"

Zhuge Liang froze, and murmured: "A confidant..."

"Mr. Kong Ming, is it right?" He heard his slightly drunken voice asking persistently.

"Liang's confidant, from the beginning to the end, there is only one person." Zhuge Liang's voice was so low that it seemed inaudible.

He barely opened his eyes wide, and in the dimness, he seemed to see Zhuge Liang's eyes, which were always as dark as night, filled with such intense pain.

He wanted to continue asking, but the rising alcohol eventually made him completely unconscious.

later--

He watched Prime Minister Zhuge playing the piano to retreat from the enemy, the city gate was wide open, and Sima Yi's thousands of soldiers and horses were under the city. He just sat on the city wall indifferently, playing the piano slowly, his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, but it was much more strange A few touches of softness, as if recalling something.At that moment, Jiang Wei suddenly understood that Zhuge Liang had really seen through life and death, and everything in the world could no longer recall his nostalgia for life;

He watched Zhuge Liang besiege Sima Yi in the upper valley with a big fire. Just when Sima Yi was doomed, a heavy rain came unexpectedly. It is up to man to make things up to heaven" No more words.He has never been able to forget that Prime Minister Zhuge stood in the heavy rain, his thin and thin figure seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time, his eyes were never fragile and dazed;

He watched how he was strategizing, looked at the candles in his tent that never went out no matter how late the night was, watched time paint his wrinkles, whiten his hair, and watch his body Every day goes bad, and all the good doctors in the army are helpless...

But at this time, it has come to the point where only seven-star lamps can be used to pray to God.

Only, wait for a miracle.

Zhuge Liang, who was half leaning on the couch, smiled faintly at Jiang Wei, but said nothing. He just turned his eyes back to his hands, his eyes focused as if ignoring everything around him.

Between the slender fingers, an air-dried red flower was constantly rubbed, and the originally uneven surface became smooth.

Jiang Wei knew about this.

A thousand days of red, the flowers bloom for a thousand days, very gorgeous.

He has been wondering, how could such a strong color be favored by the prime minister who has always liked light?

This flower has always been brought by the prime minister's side, no matter when and where, it never leaves.

"Prime Minister, is this the prime minister's wife's favorite flower?" Jiang Wei finally couldn't hold back and asked.

Zhuge Liang didn't raise his head, and replied softly: "No."

"Ah?" Jiang Wei was stunned by this completely unexpected answer.

Zhuge Liang seemed to be talking about sex today, and he explained: "It's not my wife, but my confidant."

Confidant, it is really a long-lost and warm word.

The moment he rescued the young man who was said to have committed suicide by diving because of emotional injury, he never thought that the word "confidant" would have any connection with this young man.

What happened next was completely out of my control, and I, who had always been cautious, brought the boy who was trying to pretend to be pitiful and amnesia back home without even knowing the other person's real name.He named the boy Xiaohuang as a prank, and the way the boy dared to be angry but did not dare to speak made his depressed heart feel as if a breeze had blown him, and he felt relieved in an instant.

Destiny is always full of too many choices, and different choices always correspond to different scenery.

From the moment he chose to bring him home, his ending was already doomed.

The next few days turned out to be like a dream. Whenever he thinks about these few days, he always wonders if these few days really existed in reality, or is he just dreaming all the time?

The astonishment of the seven-step poem at the poetry meeting, the urgency when he disappeared, and the non-stop murmuring "Kong Ming, be nice to yourself" when he was drunk

... Bit by bit, it has been played back countless times in my mind.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't even dare to find out.

He is so afraid of losing.

Although never really owned.

His uneasiness finally broke out when he received Liu Beiliu's letter.

He didn't understand why the young man always cared so much about Liu Bei, and why the young man was still lying to him until now, and he didn't even want to tell him his name.

He got mad at him.

Seeing the young man's injured expression, while his heart ached to the point of dying, there was also an inexplicable joy rising.What you are suffering now is what I am suffering all the time.

Why don't you understand?Why don't you understand!

He no longer remembers how he felt when the boy said the phrase "I would like to follow Mr. Kong Ming".

He looked at the young man's bright eyes, his smiling eyebrows, and his uninterrupted dependence and trust. In an instant, he felt that his heart was soft and sweet like a cake just out of the cage.

Perhaps, loneliness will always be Zhuge Liang's predetermined destiny.

Life and separation can be prevented, but death and separation cannot be avoided.

"My name is Su Mu, doesn't it sound nice?" The young man smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked.

Su Mu, his name.

Since then, the word Su Mu has been engraved on the soul stroke by stroke.

Even if the body is smashed to pieces, even if the ashes are wiped out.

Su Mu, even after thousands of reincarnations, I will recognize you at a glance in the vast crowd.

If, if we can meet again, he will definitely tell that boy: "Thousand Ripples, that represents eternal, immortal love."

as I treat you,

This love will not be exchanged, this love will never die.