Broken Iron Clothes

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In the city, the fire burned for nearly two hours, and most of the houses were emptied. The old scenes were burned, and only the charred ruins were left with thick smoke, which made passersby cover their mouths and noses tightly, sighing and walking around the road.

Lu Xiu's body was dragged out by Zhang Ling alone after rushing into the fire scene, and he didn't know where those dead men took him. Zhang Ling only remembered that when he was brought out, his face was completely burned by the smoke, which was quite funny. .

In fact, he really wanted to wipe Lu Xiu's face with his hands and make some mockery, but he suddenly lost his mind. He punched the man on the shoulder unwillingly, thinking that Lu Xiu's dead appearance was too disgusting.

But Lu Xiu ignored him.

It's best to ignore it, and forget it in this life.

Zhang Ling left in a fit of anger. He told himself that as long as Lu Xiu saw him angry, he would definitely come to him, not to mention that the wound on his palm was so deep that Lu Xiu would not ignore it.

But he waited for a whole day but couldn't find anyone.Lu Xiu is really not coming.

"To die is to die."

Zhang Ling leaned against the cold wall and snorted twice, but in a blink of an eye, he caught sight of the willow tree beside him, and suddenly ran somewhere crazy.

Under the old willow tree on the back wall of Xu Yixu's old house, Lu Xiu told him that something was buried there.

He flew all the way to the abandoned house, crossed the high wall, knelt down and dug the soil with his bare hands, until the wounds on his palms were broken, and then he gradually pulled out a wine jar from the ground.

With a crisp sound, the body of the altar hit the tree trunk and was smashed into pieces. Silver and copper plates scattered out, half of which were given to him by Zhang Ling, and the other half were kept by Lu Xiu himself.

This was the last thing Lu Xiu left for him, and it was also the most valuable thing that Lu Xiu had spent half his life in poverty.

Zhang Ling looked at the ground, there was no ups and downs, he just searched for a piece of cloth, tied a lot of money into a bag, and hung it on his body. He kept walking, not knowing where he was going, and he had already walked out. After entering the city, it began to rain.

The hot summer rain accompanied by strong wind was fierce, and the sense of being late suddenly hit him, and he began to feel pain. For him, admitting Lu Xiu's death was more unbearable than seeing his dead body with his own eyes.

Lu Xiu died.

Zhang Ling became anxious. He choked up in the rain and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't make a sound.His field of vision seemed to be blurred, his eyes were so hot that he lay on his back, letting the raindrops hit his mouth and nose, drowning his breathing.

Or just die like this.

He closed his eyes and thought, his body seemed to be trapped in the clouds, and then floated up again. When he looked up, he saw Lu Xiu, a clean Lu Xiu.

"... Lu." He opened his mouth and shouted, but was suddenly dragged back to a certain place, and felt a burst of pain all over his body.

"That's right, do you recognize me?" There was a faint voice echoing in his ears, he opened his eyes, and could only vaguely discern a figure, and then he felt the sound of rain had been far away from the door and window, he Only then did I realize that I was still alive.

Zhang Ling sat up with his head supported, but saw that the palms of his hands were wrapped in gauze. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and when he turned his head, he saw the person next to him hanging his clothes on a wooden stick.

He recognized that this person was the General of the Dudu Mansion.

"Are you awake?" Lu Tianrui walked towards him, and when he was about to reach out to touch his forehead, Zhang Ling ducked back vigilantly.

Lu Tianrui didn't force it, but withdrew his hand and said, "Touch it yourself, is it still burning?"

Seeing that Zhang Ling should not respond, he took a few steps back: "I invited the doctor to come just now, the medicine is boiling, and I haven't touched the things in your bag. You can see for yourself if there is anything missing. Feel uncomfortable Say, don't want your money."

Recalling what Lu Xiu said earlier, Zhang Ling suddenly sensed something, and tentatively said, "You are Lu..."

Lu Tianrui brought Zhang Ling's baggage, put it in his hand, and said, "Oh yes, Lu Tianrui, you recognize me, right?"

Zhang Ling shook his head: "My brother's surname is also Lu, so it's called Cha."

"That's a coincidence, I also have a cousin, but it should be older than you," Lu Tianrui said, "Are you looking for your brother? Why did you get this injury? You don't have a car or a horse. If you want to go north If it’s okay, I can also take you all the way, in short, if you need help with anything, just ask.”

"I can't help you," Zhang Ling said. "He has no conscience and is dead."

Xu was hurt by a certain word, Lu Tianrui was silent for a moment, then pulled his open bag, and said: "There are dry food and water here, you can eat whichever you want first."

Seeing that Zhang Ling didn't want to start a conversation, he was thinking of blowing the wind by the door for a while, so he was about to get up and leave, but he turned his head when he heard the man suddenly call out: "Brother."

Lu Tianrui froze suddenly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. When he looked back, he saw Zhang Ling raised his gauze-wrapped hands and shook them at him.

"My hands are not convenient, why don't you tie a butterfly-shaped knot for me."

"How old is it?" Lu Tianrui squatted down to retie the knot for him, and said, "What's the matter, the picture is beautiful?"

"Well," Zhang Ling looked down at him, "Your brother also has a younger brother?"

Lu Tianrui said: "I can't find it. I don't know whether I am alive or dead. Because of this, no one has called me 'Brother' for a long time. Just now when I heard your call, I was stunned. Didn't it scare you?" ?”

Zhang Ling shook his head slightly, Lu Tianrui smiled at his appearance, and gently tightened the knot in his hand.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Lu Tianrui asked.

Zhang Ling turned his hands over and choked for a moment: "Beautiful."

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This time when Yuan Mucheng came back, he only followed Lai Chang who couldn't drive him away.That day, the two of them were approaching the city of Ji, but happened to meet the besieged Zhongding Mountain.

But after he made a move to clear the siege at the other end, Yuan Mucheng disappeared. Lai Chang managed to catch up, but just stopped when he saw Yuan Mucheng jump off the ground and fell down the cliff with Jiang Shiqing who was hanging in the air. He hurriedly stepped on Looking down from the edge of the cliff, the neck felt cold.

If the two masters just died like this, then it's still worth it!

Fortunately, when he went to the bottom of the cliff with his soldiers to search for someone, Yuan Mucheng had already brought them ashore, but the news of Xu Guo's death was too sudden, and the weather was hot and stuffy, so Zhong Dingshan also fell ill.

The environment of the inn was not good, and since the trip had nothing to do with official business, Yuan Mucheng took people to a nearby town and stopped at the inn to rest.

But after a few days, Jiang Shiqing's body didn't feel better, and he didn't have any emotions. He stayed in Zhongdingshan's house all day long to wait for the sick, but since he woke up from the coma after falling into the river, he didn't want to sleep anymore. day.

Others didn't dare to persuade him, so Yuan Mucheng managed to get him to drink some tranquilizing medicine, and now it was night, and he became drowsy, leaning against the side of the couch, and gradually fell asleep.

Yuan Mucheng stepped on the door lightly, motioned for Lai Chang to watch the night, then picked up Jiang Shiqing and went to his bedroom.

Thinking that he was afraid of the heat, Yuan Mucheng didn't dare to get close to him, so after putting him down, he found a cattail fan, and just sat on the side to gently fan him.

"Hold me." Jiang Shiqing fell asleep on his side with his back to him, motionless.

Yuan Mucheng's heart skipped a beat, and he leaned closer to realize that the man's eyes were wide open, so he lay down next to him, pressed his chest against his back, and half-wrapped him in his arms.

"Why don't you sleep?" Yuan Mucheng asked next to him, "Are you woken up by me?"

Jiang Shiqing didn't answer, just like him a few days ago, it was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, so scary.

"Hot, sad, hurt, afraid, cranky... There is always a reason, tell me, okay?" Yuan Mucheng tightened his arms, always feeling that Jiang Shiqing was going to blow away in the wind.

Jiang Shiqing clenched his fingers and curled up a lot.

Nine years ago, the Weixu Palace was completely destroyed before his eyes. Nine years later, everything seemed to be repeating the same mistakes. He was being cursed by people around him leaving one after another, and Yuan Mucheng even wanted Yuan Mucheng to jump into hell with him.

He has never been able to protect the people around him well, not even to live longer.

He also really wanted to comfort Yuan Mucheng, at least he could sit quietly with Yuan Mucheng for a while, and listen to him vent or be silent, as long as it can relieve the pain of that person, whatever is fine.

But he is dying, and the poison of Yongye Shuang is taking effect little by little. Every time he closes his eyes, the scene of parting life and death cannot be dispelled like a nightmare. He is afraid that he will never be able to wake up after falling asleep, so he can no longer What did Yuan Mucheng promise? He was afraid that the comfort he brought to him would turn into double pain and revenge on Yuan Mucheng alone in a month.

But he dared not tell Yuan Mucheng anything.

"Huai Chuan, just cry out when you're sad, okay?" Yuan Mucheng put his cold hands in his palms and rubbed them, but it didn't get hot.

"I'm sorry Xiao'an." Jiang Shiqing said.

The fear that had been accumulated for a long time exploded because of this sentence. From Jiang Shiqing's injury regardless of the cost in the city, to his non-resistance when Xu Yixu dragged him off the cliff, Yuan Mucheng already felt the pain of worrying about gains and losses, and this pain Just as Jiang Shiqing's lukewarm attitude became stronger these days.

What kind of emotion is contained in this sentence of sorry, farewell or guilt, he dare not analyze it, nor can he accept it.

He managed to drag Jiang Shiqing back from the abyss, not to let him say sorry to himself, and then jump down again.

Not waiting any longer, Yuan Mucheng pressed Jiang Shiqing's shoulders, turned over and pressed on top of him, clasping his wrists tightly, he seldom got angry in front of Jiang Shiqing, but now even the eye sockets that looked at him were hot and red.

"Jiang Huaichuan, you don't want me anymore, do you?" Yuan Mucheng said, "If I don't come looking for you this time, will you just let someone drag you down without moving, or stay in the city to fend for yourself, and then Use those oaths you said when you parted to keep me hanging, lie to me, and tell me the news of your death suddenly when you can't hide it? How do you want me to accept it? I feel very sorry for Jiang Huaichuan. I am nowhere better than you. You are comfortable."

Jiang Shiqing stared squarely at Yuan Mucheng, as if he was facing the softest corner of his heart. The grievance and pain that he wanted to lightly surged up and pierced his eyes, but he didn't want to be weak, so he immediately raised his palm and covered his eyes.

"Don't hide," Yuan Mucheng pulled away his tear-shielding hands and said, "Jiang Huaichuan, please speak clearly, or I ask you to cry in front of me once, to vent or scold me, there is nothing wrong with it. I am Yuan Xiao'an, not someone else."

Yuan Mucheng softened his tone: "Huaichuan, in front of me, you can do whatever you want."

Jiang Shiqing pursed her lips, her tearful eyes flickered.

"Xiao'an, I will die."

The end of the voice was trembling, Jiang Shiqing sobbed uncontrollably, turned around and curled up into a ball, then buried his face in the pillow.Yuan Mucheng leaned down to hug him lightly, raised his hand to cover the tearful eyes, filled his hand with warmth.

"You hate me, okay..." Jiang Shiqing's short breath made people tremble.

"Not good." Yuan Mucheng hugged him tightly, soothing his trembling.

Jiang Shiqing turned and hugged back in this wave of comfort, and at the moment when the two bodies were close to each other to keep warm, Yuan Mucheng's defenses were broken, and the fragility that was hidden in every possible way in front of outsiders was exposed in front of Jiang Shiqing's eyes.

"Huai Chuan, I can't keep Eldest Sister and A Niang, but I beg you..." Yuan Mucheng choked up, "Please hold me tight like you are now, please don't do stupid things?"

Jiang Shiqing hugged him tightly, and wiped away Yuan Mucheng's barely seen tears with the back of his hand.

"I'm here to look for you, Xiao'an," Jiang Shiqing held his face in his hands, and the more he said, the more aggrieved he became, "I don't want anything to happen to Xu Guo, and I don't want to jump off. I came out of the city to find you..."

The choking sound was intermittent, and Yuan Mucheng kissed the top of his head distressedly, wishing to wrap the man in his arms, and said: "I know, I know, I'm sorry Huai Chuan."

The released emotions leaked all over the floor like the moonlight pouring into the window. After calming down, Jiang Shiqing's eyes were sore, and he gradually felt drowsy leaning against Yuan Mucheng.

"Xiao'an, you have to wake me up tomorrow." Jiang Shiqing's voice was sleepy, and he spoke very softly.

Yuan Mucheng ran his hands along his back, coaxing softly: "Okay, I will call you, and I will wake you up every day from now on."

"Hmm..." Jiang Shiqing responded, his breathing slowed down, and he fell asleep peacefully. Yuan Mucheng gently rubbed against him, and tied the gust of wind named Jiang Shiqing to his arms again.

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Zhang Ling and Lu Xiu are brothers, so feel free to knock