The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Nanping Valley.

It was late at night, and fresh snow was falling outside the hut.

In the past few days, Mo Ran's injury has become more and more serious. Even if Chu Wanning used the flower soul sacrifice technique to heal his injury, it had little effect.

In the afternoon, he woke up once vaguely, but his consciousness was still not clear. He squinted his eyes and saw Chu Wanning. He just cried. He said sorry, and said not to go. , Finally broke down in tears.

He has been dreaming, and has been traveling through his turbulent years.

He thought for a while that he had just been picked up by Xue Zhengyi, and for a while he thought that he was in the five years when he lost Chu Wanning.

The only thing he can't dream of is the memory that has been taken away by Baku Changhenhua.I can't dream of all his sacrifices, all his protection, all his innocence.

"Mo Ran..." With a bowl of freshly cooked porridge, Chu WanNing came to his bedside.

The porridge is barely edible, which belongs to the craftsmanship of the previous life.

He sat down on the side of the couch, raised his hand, and touched Mo Ran's forehead.

It was very hot.

He called him, but he couldn't wake him up. Chu Wanning waited until the porridge gradually became colder and colder. He felt that he couldn't do this anymore, so he warmed the porridge again.

He doesn't know when Mo Ran will wake up, but if he wakes up, he can always eat something right away.

"It's made with chicken soup, you like it best." Chu Wanning whispered to him, the spiritual power spells that kept Mo Ran's heart beating have never been broken, but Mo Ran couldn't wake up.

If he can't wake up, it means that once his spiritual power is cut off, maybe he will never open his eyes again.

It is impossible to save it back.

But I am not reconciled, how can I be reconciled.

Mo Ran is still alive, and he still has breath even though it is so weak.These days, the sun, the moon, and the morning and evening, Chu Wanning stayed by his side, seeing that his chest was still heaving, he felt that there was still hope, and everything could be turned back.

There is still time.

Chu Wanning still remembers that one night, Mo Ran woke up in a daze. At that time, there was no light in the room, and Mo Ran stared blankly at the candlestick, and his dry lips moved slightly.

He was very excited at the time, and hurriedly held Mo Ran's hand and asked him: "What do you want to say?"

"……lamp……"

"what?"

"...the lamp... I want the lamp..." Mo Ran looked at the candlestick that he was destined to be unable to light, and tears rolled down his cheeks, "I want the lamp to be on..."

At that moment, time overlapped.

It seems to be back in the past, when Mo Ran was sick when he first became a teacher, and the thin boy was curled up on the bed, groggy all the time.

When Chu WanNing went to visit him, he whimpered and called A Niang.

Not knowing how to coax, Chu Wanning sat by the boy's bed, raised his hand hesitantly, and touched the boy's forehead.

The thin child cried and said, "The black ones are all black... Mommy... I want to go home..."

In the end, it was Chu Wanning who lit the candlestick, and the bright fire illuminated the walls and also illuminated Chu Wanning's face.As if feeling the warmth of the light, the child with a high fever opened a pair of dark eyes that were still wet.

"Master..."

Chu Wanning agreed, twisted the quilt for him, and his voice was low and soft, which sounded very gentle: "Mo Ran, the light is on...don't be afraid."

After many years, a solitary lamp lighted up majestically again, and the warm yellow halo filled the hut, dispelling the endless darkness and coldness.

Chu Wanning caressed his hair and called him hoarsely: "The ink burns, the light is on."

He wanted to continue saying, don't be afraid.

But the throat was choked up, and he couldn't say it anymore. Chu Wanning couldn't hold back his tears, but after all, he was against Mo Ran's forehead, crying brokenly: "...the light is on, wake up, okay?"

"Take care of me, okay..."

The lamp, flowers, candles and tears are a pool of dreams, and this lamp has been burning, from brilliant and clear, to when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

Later, the sky was bright, white belly appeared outside the window, and Mo Ran still didn't open his eyes.The days when a sleeping boy could be woken up with a single lamp have passed.

Never look back.

Another three nights.

These days, Chu Wanning stayed by his bed every day, took care of him, accompanied him, lost his spiritual power, and told him about things he had forgotten.

At dusk that day, the snow had stopped at dusk, and a red sun was shining outside the window, and the setting sun was shining brightly on the earth.A squirrel hopped over a snow-covered branch, making white pears rustle and dance off.

The man lying on the couch was illuminated by the benevolent twilight, and the sunset glow added blood to his pale and haggard face.Under his thin eyelids, the pupils rolled slightly—then, when the dusk was about to close, he slowly opened them.

Mo Ran finally woke up after several days of severe illness and drowsiness.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were still blank and empty, until he saw Chu Wanning lying on his couch tiredly and sleeping lightly.

The ink burned hoarsely and murmured: "Master..."

He lay in the depths of the quilt, and his consciousness slowly returned. Slowly, he vaguely recalled the words that Chu Wanning had repeatedly said to him between half awake and half asleep.

A glass of wine during the Mid-Autumn Festival, a begonia handkerchief... and the red lotus water pavilion that year, the flowers of bitterness and long-term hatred that he gave his life to plant for him.

Is it a dream?

Is it because he is too eager for redemption that he dreams that Chu Wanning told him these stories? Is it because he hopes to look back so much that he dreams that Chu Wanning is willing to forgive him and forgive him.

He turned his face and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the sleeping man beside the couch, but his fingertips never touched him, but he retracted again.

He was afraid that if he touched it, his dream would be shattered.

He is still in the Tianyin Pavilion, still kneeling on the confession platform, and below are the spectators.He knelt alone in front of thousands of people. In his eyes, those people finally became blurred faces one after another, and became one after another innocent souls who had died in his hands, screaming and laughing. He demanded his life.

No one wants him, no one saves him.

It's his brazenness, his wolf ambition, his madness, his illusion that Chu Wanning will come - it's him who, in the agony of digging his heart, imagines the last fire in the world.

fake.

No one has ever broken the iron chains, no one has ever embraced him, no one has ever come to ride the wind, no one has ever taken him home.

The eyelashes trembled, and he stared at Chu Wanning's sleeping face with tears in his eyes. He didn't dare to blink until his eyes were dim until the tears finally fell.

Chu Wanning's reflection shattered into tens of thousands of Huaguang, and he hurriedly went to see his dream again.

The dream is still there.

The ink burned and lay on the bed, the eyelashes were wet, the throat was choked, and tears were constantly flowing from the corners of the eyes... The heart hurts, and the blood has been oozing out. He was afraid of waking up Chu Wanning, who had finally slept for a while, and bit it The lips have been crying silently.

He woke up, but he knew his body well.He knew it was only temporary, a flashback.

It is also God's last pity for himself.

He, Mo Weiyu, has been worried for most of his life and has been crazy for the rest of his life.The notoriety with bloody hands was inevitable, and he was not convicted until the end.So he felt very bewildered, even a little apprehensive.

He didn't know if it was luck or misfortune.

Unfortunately, two lives are ridiculous.

Fortunately, the rest of my life can be peaceful in the end.

But how long is the rest of his life?one day?two days?

That was a good day he bought with his life.

——It was a peaceful time that I had never had before.

Later, when he heard the sound of Chu Wanning waking up, he hurriedly wiped away his tears. He didn't want the master to see him crying.

Mo Ran turned his head, looking at the eyelashes of the people beside the couch trembling slightly, watching the people beside the couch stretch their phoenix eyes, and seeing themselves in the eyes of the people beside the couch.

The golden crow sinks outside the window, and the Big Dipper turns.

He heard Chu Wanning whisper softly: "Mo... burning?"

The voice was low and gentle, like a spring bud breaking through the ground, a glacier first thawing, or like the wine on a small red clay stove reaching the third temperature, wisps of water steaming and permeating the air, warming one's heart.That was the sound of nature that he would never forget in his life.The ink burned for a while, and then smiled.

"Master, I'm awake."

There is no wind and snow in the clear night, and the rest of my life is so long.

On this night, in the deep valley of Nanping Mountain, Mo Ran finally waited for the most relaxed and softest time in his two lifetimes.He woke up, and he could see the surprise and sadness in the corners of Chu Wanning's brows and eyes.He woke up, he leaned on the couch, let Chu Wanning tell him what to do, and let Chu Wanning tell him about such and such experiences and misunderstandings.

None of it matters to him.

He just wanted to last a little longer, a little longer.

"Let me take a look at the wound."

"Don't look at it." Mo Ran smiled and held Chu Wanning's hand, pulled it over and kissed it gently, "I'm fine."

After several rejections, Chu Wanning looked at him, as if he suddenly understood something, and the blood on his face faded little by little.

Mo Ran said softly and calmly: "It's really all right."

Chu Wanning didn't answer. After a while, he got up and walked to the hearth.The firewood inside has been gradually extinguished, and he left Mo Ran with a back, fiddled slowly in front of the fire pit.

The fire started and lit up again, and the whole house was warm afterwards, but Chu Wanning didn't look back, he still used the tongs to fiddle with the firewood that didn't need to be fiddled with anymore.

"Porridge……"

Finally, he spoke hoarsely.

"The porridge is still warm, drink it when you wake up."

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and smiled: "... It's been a long time since I drank the porridge cooked by Wan Ning. In my last life, you left, and I never drank it again."

"It's not cooked well." Chu Wanning said, "I still don't know how to do it, probably... that is, I can barely eat it..." His ending sound was a little trembling, and he seemed to be unable to continue.

Chu Wanning paused for a long time before slowly saying: "I'll make you a bowl."

Mo Ran said: "...Okay."

It was very warm in the house, and when the night turned dark, it began to snow again intermittently outside.

Mo Ran held the porridge bowl and drank it carefully. After a few sips, he looked at Chu Wanning, then lowered his head and took a few sips, and then looked at Chu Wanning again.

Chu WanNing asked: "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

"No." Mo Ran said softly, "I just want to...see you more."

"..." Chu Wanning didn't say a word, took the silver dagger to pick the grilled fish on the fire pond, the stream fish that melted in the mouth, but there were still thorns, he picked out the thorns, and the snow-white fish was finely divided.

Mo Ran always took care of him when he was eating.

Now it's the same in reverse.

He handed the cut fish to Mo Ran and said, "Eat it while it's hot."

Mo Ran ate obediently.

When the man was leaning on the couch wrapped in a quilt, he didn't look that tall.The orange flames reflected his face, which looked very young.

At this time, Chu Wanning suddenly realized that, in fact, whether it is Ta Xianjun or Mo Zongshi, they are all ten years younger than him.

But went through so much suffering.

After Mo Ran finished drinking the porridge, he poked up the fattest piece of fish and wanted to pass it to Chu Wanning, but he froze for a moment: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Wanning lowered his head, his eyes were slightly red, he stabilized his mind, and then said lightly: "It's nothing, I just feel the wind and cold."

He was afraid that if he sat still, he would lose control of himself, so he got up quickly: "I'll check around, and you should rest early after eating. When the injury heals, I will take you back to the peak of death and life. "

Both of them know that the so-called improvement is only a flashback, and the time for all the tenderness is numbered.

But they are all talking about tomorrow and the future.It seems that the next few decades are rushed into this one night, and all the stars in the future will be spent on this snowy night.

After Chu WanNing left, Mo Ran sat in front of the fire for a while, then he unbuttoned his clothes and looked down at the hideous scar on his chest.

Then he stared blankly for a while, feeling empty.

Nanping night snow.

The fluttering outside is getting bigger and bigger, and Mo Ran doesn't know when he will deteriorate sharply, and he doesn't know when his life will end.He lay on the side of the bed, looking at the snow falling outside, he could hear the whistling wind, he suddenly felt that his life was also like the rushing wind at this moment, everything from yesterday was gone.

In fact, no matter in the previous life or in this life, there will always be such and such smart people planning and playing games.

Whether it is the master or the teacher, one of them wants to protect him, and the other wants to harm him, but they all have their own plans. Even if they fail to succeed by mistake in the end, they all have far-sighted plans.

Mo Ran is different from them. He is the kind of dog that is stupid to death. He doesn't have any twists and turns.He would just guard the one he loves obediently, even if he was beaten to pieces, and the wounds could be seen, he would stand stubbornly in front of that person and would not leave.

This kind of person is brave to put it bluntly.

To put it bluntly, it is stupid.

This stupid man leaned against the window sill, his eyelashes trembling, and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing under the plum blossom tree where he was.

Chu Wanning did not go to inspect, this was just an excuse for him.

He stood under the flower tree, the distance was too far, the wind and snow were too fast, Mo Ran couldn't see any expression on his face, only his blurred silhouette.Standing alone in the heavy snow that covered the sky and the sun, motionless.

What was he thinking about?

Is he cold?

he……

"Master."

Chu Wanning, who was in a daze in the snow, turned his head and saw that in the dark night, in the frost and snow, the young man in black was wearing the bedding, but he didn't know when he had come behind him.

Chu Wanning was startled, and immediately said: "Why did you come out like this? What are you doing? Come back quickly—"

"Go" before he could say it, a burst of warmth enveloped him.

Mo Ran, who was wearing the quilt, lifted the quilt, it was overwhelmingly dark and overwhelmingly warm, he also caged Chu Wanning into the quilt.

The two stood under the old plum tree, in the thick quilt that hadn't been used for a long time, and it smelled musty no matter how dry it was.No matter how heavy the snow outside or how turbulent the wind is, it has nothing to do with the two of them.

Mo Ran hugged him in this warmth and darkness: "Don't think about it, although I don't remember the things that Master said, but..."

He paused, first kissed Chu Wanning's forehead, and then whispered: "But if I go back and experience it again now, I will still do it."

"..."

"And." He was holding the quilt, rubbing and catching Chu Wanning's cold hands, "Master, you don't have to feel sad. In fact, I think what Shi Mo said is right. Eight bitter and long-term hate flowers just put the pain in my heart. Those ideas, those shady ideas are all inspired to come true."

Interlocking fingers.

The ink burned against his forehead: "I had a lot of hatred in my heart, but I didn't vent it when I was a child. Slaughtering Confucianism... I thought about it. Dominating the world, I thought about it too. It's ridiculous to say, I When I was five or six years old, hiding in a broken house, I fantasized that one day I would be able to call the wind and rain and cast beans into soldiers. These are my own ideas, and no one has imposed them on me."

He stroked Chu Wanning's face: "So, if the person who got the Gu at the beginning was you, Master, maybe you will not become a heinous tyrant like me. You will not be used, let alone You will be punished by Tianyin Pavilion." He laughed deeply in a nasal voice, and rubbed his forehead to comfort him, "You are not replaced by me, don't think about it, go back to the room and go to sleep."

The bed was very narrow, Mo Ran hugged him.

The moment when it should come is always getting closer and closer, and there is always no escape.

The ink-burning consciousness began to blur and slacken again, and the colic in the heart was even worse than ever before. The flashback would not last long, and it was the same when A Niang died. He knew that his time was running out.

He had thick eyelashes hanging down, and the fire in the hearth was dimmed at the moment, that kind of dim light reflected on his young and handsome face, which looked extraordinarily gentle.

This stupid man probably saw the pain in Chu Wanning's eyes, so he endured his own discomfort and said with a smile: "Does it look good?"

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Scars." Mo Ran said, "Manly man, a few more scars will have a taste."

Chu Wanning was silent for a while, raised his hand, and slapped him lightly and lightly. The slap was too light, but it seemed to be caressing.

After a while, he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He buried himself in Mo Ran's warm chest and didn't say a word, but his shoulders were trembling slightly.

He is very clear.

Chu WanNing knows it all.

The ink burned for a moment, hugged him, and kissed his forehead and hair.

"It's so ugly." The rest of his life after the catastrophe was more gentle than before, he sighed softly, "Is Wan Ning crying all ugly?"

It would be fine if he was called Shizun.

With a sound of Wan Ning, the two generations alternate.

Chu Wanning hugged the hot and lively body of this man in the depths of the quilt - he has always been disgusted and ashamed to express any intense emotions in his heart, but at this moment he feels that his tightness and shame are so ridiculous, so the absurdity.

So in this entangled embrace, on this narrow couch tightly wrapped by bedding, in this hut with empty walls, in the long night of wind and snow.

Chu Wanning said softly: "How can you be ugly? Whether you have scars or no scars. They all look good."

The ink burned for a while.

He had never heard such a straightforward expression from Chu Wanning.

Not even the day Yu Jian confessed.

There is only the last gleam of the fire in the room, very quiet and gentle.

The peace and tenderness of the evening.

"In the last life and in this life, I liked you and was willing to be with you. I will also be willing to be with you in the future."

Mo Ran just listened to him saying sentence by sentence in his arms. He couldn't see Wan Ning's face clearly, but he could imagine what Chu Wanning looked like at this moment.

I'm afraid the eyes are red, and even the tips of the ears are red.

"I used to know that you were bewitched, but I couldn't reveal it, I could only hate you... Now I can finally replenish you." Chu Wanning's cheeks were burning hot, and the end of his eyes was also wet, "I like you, and I am willing to have hair with you, I am willing to cut my soul for you, and I am willing to surrender to you."

Hearing that he is willing to surrender to you, Mo Ran's heart is like being scorched by a raging fire, and his whole body trembles.

He is both moved and sad, both painful and lingering.

He almost trembled: "Master..."

Chu Wanning raised his hand to stop him: "Listen to me."

But after waiting for a while, Chu Wanning is a person who can't talk about love after all. He thinks a lot, but it's not suitable, and he doesn't think it's enough.

For a moment, Chu Wanning actually wanted to say: "I'm sorry, I have made you wronged, and I have burdened too much."

He also wanted to say: "In my previous life, I couldn't tell you the truth until I left. I was the one who misled you."

He also wanted to say: "That year, Red Lotus Water Pavilion, thank you for willing to protect me."

He didn't even want any dignity at the moment, he wanted to cry with Mo Ran, he wanted to hold the body that was still warm at the moment, and said, "Please don't go, please don't leave."

But his throat was choked and his heart was bitter.

In the end, Chu Wanning bowed his head, kissed the scar on Mo Ran's heart, his eyelashes rustled, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Mo Ran, no matter what happened in the past or what will happen in the future, I will always be with you."

Shame burned through his blood.

But words are so solemn.

"I have been a person who stepped on Xianjun all my life, and I am also a person of Master Mo."

It's too hot.

Mo Ran only felt that the fire in his arms lit up again, and the fireworks were bright in front of him, and all the pain and sorrow were gone at this moment.

"Two lifetimes belong to you."

"No regrets."

The ink burned and closed his eyes, which were full of moisture.

He finally kissed Chu Wanning's lips, and he sighed: "...Master...Thank you."

The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the night is getting darker and thicker.

They hugged and fell asleep, and they were all thinking, so this is the rest of their lives.

Mo Ran knew that his clothes were soaked with tears, but he didn't say anything.Since he was a child, he had hoped that he would have many joys in the rest of his life. At this time, he should always be happy.

He hugged Chu Wanning, and he said: "Sleep, Wanning. Sleep, I will hold you. You are afraid of the cold, and I will warm you up."

"When I get better, let's go back to the peak of death and life together. I want to plead guilty to my uncle and aunt. I want to quarrel with Xue Meng again... We still have a lot of things to do..."

Mo Ran stroked Chu Wanning's hair with a soft voice.

The sweetness of blood filled his throat, and his breathing became more and more suffocating.

But he still smiled, his expression at the moment was very peaceful: "Master, I will hold an umbrella for you for the rest of my life."

Chu Wanning was in his arms, choked up.

"Junior brother Xia..." He teased him again, obviously almost speechless, but still teased him, "Brother...tell you a story...every night from now on, I will tell you a story...you Don't dislike senior brother's stupid mouth, when you talk about it, you can only talk about cattle eating grass..."

In the end, Mo Ran raised his eyes and looked at the layer of snow on the window lattice.

The sky and the earth are pure and white.

"Wanning." He hugged him, his heartbeat echoed in Chu Wanning's ears, and he said softly, "I have always loved you."

He slowly closed his eyelids, the pear vortex was shallow, soaked in two pools of pear blossom white.

The heartbeat is slow and intermittent.

Suddenly, a branch of a plum tree outside the window was covered with snow. The snow was so heavy that the branch broke and made an abrupt movement.The snowballs fell together with the branches, crackling and crisping.

After this noise, Chu Wanning could no longer hear the heartbeat in his ears.

He waited for a while, he waited for a while, he waited for a while, he waited for a long time.

There was no more sound.

no sound...nothing...

It was an eerie silence that chilled the bones.

It is the terrible silence that makes a lifetime of despair.

end.

stop.

rest.

The house was dead silent, eerily silent.

After a long, long time, Chu Wanning did not move, Chu Wanning was still lying in Mo Ran's arms, lying on the bed, he didn't even get up, didn't raise his head, and didn't speak again.

His little apprentice, his senior brother Mo, and his Ta Xianjun wanted him to sleep peacefully.

Said that he would hold an umbrella for him for a lifetime, tell stories for a lifetime, and love him for the rest of his life.

Mo Ran said that it was cold outside and the snow was heavy.

I warm you up.

Chu Wanning was curled up in his arms, curled up in the chest that hadn't disappeared from the heat, and didn't move.

They are leaving for home tomorrow.

He wants to take a good rest with Mo Ran.

Chu WanNing stretched out his hand and encircled Mo Ran's waist.

In the dark night, he said: "Okay, I will listen to you, and I will sleep.... But tomorrow, when I call you, you must remember to wake up."

He pressed against the chest that was no longer ups and downs, tears soaked and warmed the ink-burning skirt.

"Don't stay in bed."

Good night, Mo Ran.

It's a long night, but I will be with you. May you have sweet dreams, fire and lights.

And home.