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49.

Jiang Cheng cheekily followed Gu Sheng, but gradually he found that he was going in a remote direction, neither like going to the market nor going to the medical clinic.

The road became more and more desolate, and gradually there were no traces of people. The groves covering the sky blocked the rising sun. Jiang Cheng unconsciously slowed down and began to memorize the road he came from.

Gu Sheng stopped suddenly.

It is a wasteland that seems to have been neglected for a long time. There are many hills in the south of the Yangtze River, and it goes up along the water. It is surrounded by mountains, with thorns and vines, and miscellaneous trees and flowers.

Jiang Cheng looked around, and suddenly thought of something, he watched Gu Sheng break off the thorns with his bare hands, and a tablet without writing was exposed in front of the shade of the tree.

It was the inscription on the Gu family's extermination seven years ago. After the arson, all the things that could not be burned up were transported here. Gu Sheng followed the transport ship's route and set up a monument. In order to avoid trouble, he didn't even engrave any words.

Jiang Chengru was struck by lightning, he stretched out his hand to help the tree next to him, and stared blankly at the white shadow not far away.

Gu Sheng stood there watching for a while.

He had wanted to come here to see it since he came to Jiangnan, but before recuperating he had no energy, and then he ran into Jiang Cheng again, so he simply dragged it off until around Qingming.

He hasn't been back for seven years, which is not a long time, but to Gu Sheng, those memories are like things from his previous life.

Now he can't tell how he feels, he doesn't seem to have any desire to get revenge, and the engraved hatred and sadness have somewhat disappeared. He doesn't know if it's because of his illness, but it's possible... to achieve his wish The price was too great, he was exhausted, and any emotion other than peace would add an endless burden to his spirit.

He didn't bring anything, wine or sacrifices, and even the piece of Diancuitou noodles that his mother gave him before she died, and finally made up a set, remained in Jinzhou.Just come alone.

Gu Sheng bent down and placed a bunch of blue flax in front of the stele.

These are wild flowers that can be seen everywhere in the mountains. He picked up a handful and used them as substitutes.

Another unnamed white flower was placed next to it, and then a hot current approached, the man slowly folded his arms, and gently pulled him into his arms from behind.

The young man trembled violently, his frail body seemed to be broken with a little force, and he let him hold it.

Jiang Cheng gently scratched his shoulder with the bridge of his nose, so gentle that he could comfort him.

He thought of Gu Sheng's family members in the past. Later, he used means to find out the information about Gu Sheng's biological mother, Shang Yunfang. He also read about Gu Hou, a Confucian businessman. His first impression was never wrong.He is a young master who was born with a golden key in his mouth. His family background and intelligence are enough to support his future elite path.

And it was all destroyed.

Jiang Cheng also thought of Song Shuzhen.His biological mother is no longer available, so there is no need to mourn.Song Shuzhen was extremely harsh on him throughout her life, and Jiang Cheng didn't care about her death.But at this moment, there was also a kind of sadness that seemed to be the same as Gu Sheng's.

Gu Sheng used his means to let Jiang Cheng taste the sadness, tossing and turning pain and hopeless struggle that he had experienced to his bones one by one, and Jiang Cheng could not hate him.

Jiang Cheng even felt that... only at such a price could he really get close to Gu Sheng.

After such a collapsed and crazy revenge, what he wanted and hoped most was to try his best to comfort this person who had been driven into desperation thousands of times.

The water soaked through the winter clothes, and Jiang Cheng hugged Gu Sheng, a tall and strong man close to 1.9 meters, sobbing and crying.

In the third month of the lunar calendar, the south of the Yangtze River has shown a scene of growing grass, warblers flying and willows clinging to each other. The mountains and rivers are beautiful as far as the eye can see. The narcissus by the streams and ponds are all in bloom, and the sweet fragrance that sometimes thickens and sometimes fades lingers around the river bank.

The westerly wind in Yingzhou in March is still a bit cold, but the sun is warm, and it makes people feel comfortable and comfortable. It is a very suitable time for people who have been ill for a long time to come out to let the wind go.

Gu Sheng walked back and forth from the mountain, already a little tired, leaning on a chair for people to rest while watching the river fish, his expression was very calm, the warmth of the sun made his face a little bloody.At this time, the weather was much warmer than the previous two months. He took off his scarf and put it in front of him. His long gown was plain white, as if his whole body was about to melt into the air.

He squinted his eyes and sat for a while, then turned around, his gaze met the Jingbei warlord who was following behind him, Gu Sheng was stunned, then smiled slightly, and even waved to him.

Gu Sheng waved to him.

At that moment, Jiang Cheng had mixed feelings in his heart, which turned out to be absurd.He knew that he couldn't let go, and when Gu Sheng stretched out his hand to him, he was ecstatic, as if his whole heart was suddenly burned by the fire. If you want to go, you will be happy.

Jiang Cheng walked over quickly, tried his best to keep his expression normal, stood behind the chair and asked him softly: "What's the matter?"

Gu Sheng stretched out his hand to touch the chair beside him, Jiang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, suddenly understood what he meant, and asked almost startled: "Me? I can..."

Gu Sheng became impatient, turned his face away and closed his eyelids, Jiang Cheng tried his best to suppress the ups and downs in his heart, went around and sat beside him.

This whole afternoon, the spring day in the outskirts of Yingzhou was bright and breezy, and the rivers flowing through the valleys and plains were rippling, with tiny fish swimming and jumping in the waves, catkins all over the sky, and daffodils swaying with the wind.

This is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River in 1931 that has not been affected by the upcoming war. There is a distance of about a foot between a tall, broad-shouldered and square young man, and another slender, soft-looking young man with a more bookish look. Sitting on a bench by the same river bank.

They didn't say a word to each other, their breath was caught in the wind, and they lifted their short hair that hadn't been cut for a long time.

Jiang Cheng has been in the world for more than [-] years, and has experienced countless insane and even unforgettable events, most of which are filled with extreme ecstasy, anger, grief, and madness, but there has never been such a peaceful, but more thrilling moment.

He even hoped that time would freeze at that moment, and every still moment would be infinitely extended, interlaced into eternal time and space, they were silent and comforted each other, at that time, no matter in this world or in their eyes, only each other existed.

The atmosphere of that day was so beautiful, like a deeply intoxicating illusion, I would rather never wake up again.

What made Jiang Cheng even more overjoyed was that after this day, Gu Sheng started to associate with a Shaoxing opera troupe in Yingzhou. He went out during the day and came back in the afternoon, and it seemed that he no longer deliberately avoided him like before.

Yue opera is the most widely spread local opera in Yingzhou area. The singing is also in the local dialect. The rhythm is slightly faster than that of Beijing opera. I have talent in this area, and I also have a background in drama, so I can get started quickly.

Jiang Cheng was really pleasantly surprised personally, but he was a little worried about his body. After all, that kind of team has a lot of training intensity. He was afraid of tossing people down, so he bribed a few people in charge of the team, and Gu Sheng learned plays or rehearsals. When it was time, he dragged a stool to the side and listened.

This day Jiang Cheng was sitting in the auditorium in the theatre, watching the rehearsal on the stage.

The rehearsal didn't matter about the backstage, the actors were just fiddling with their costumes next to the stage, and after Gu Sheng came down, he looked at the side for a while before packing up and preparing to leave.

Jiang Cheng walked over, took the suitcase in his hand, opened an oil-paper umbrella, one of Yingzhou's special products, and walked into the scorching sun outside the theater together.

Gu Sheng didn't get used to it at first, but unfortunately it was at that time - in June and July, it was the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, and it rained continuously all day long.During the rainy season, the opera troupe does not have a holiday. Gu Sheng is alone in Yingzhou, and the daily necessities are not complete. It is very inconvenient to take an umbrella when going out on rainy days. , just not happy to accept it.

At the beginning of July, there was finally a clearing trend, but it caught up with the typhoon and continued to rain a lot, so the troupe was suspended. However, the overall terrain of Yingzhou is low, and it is a water town. The river surged during a heavy rain, and the courtyard in Gu Sheng's area was flooded. The ladle and the small bench flew together, and water leaked from the eaves and the cracks in the wall. Even if Gu Shengna had reinforced it because of Jiang Cheng before, it would not be a problem. When the wind blows at night, the tiles fluctuate like sea waves.

Gu Sheng is really not good at these things at home, Jiang Cheng braved the heavy rain to climb the roof forcibly to repair the roof for him, his mental determination is almost unrepentant, the man is wearing a black raincoat and carrying two bamboo poles to strengthen the eaves, The torrential rain yelled at him: "Hey! Get in! I'll call it a day, and the work of removing roof tiles was not in vain... You get in! What if you get wet?"

Gu Sheng stood below with an umbrella, thinking that it was raining heavily outside and it was raining lightly inside, so it was useless to go in.The strong wind blew the umbrella as if it was about to fall apart. He looked up at Jiang Cheng for a while, seeing that Jiang Cheng was so anxious that he wanted to come down and chase him away, and then he walked back inside slowly.

He took a few basins below to catch the water, waded through the ankle-high water in the house, walked to the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water and drank it, the water really stopped dripping after a while, and the man stepped down from the ladder with a "boom" He turned over and jumped down, shaking the water on his face, and was about to leave.

Gu Sheng pulled him.

Jiang Cheng was caught off guard and turned around in surprise.Gu Sheng immediately let go of him as if he had touched something dirty, and shook his hands. Before Jiang Cheng could feel sad, he handed over the glass of water in his hand, and raised his chin to signal him to continue.

Although his expression was quite arrogant, like a landlord giving money to a long-term worker who worked all year round, Jiang Cheng knew how to be satisfied, and was a little flattered. When he was surprised, he couldn't control his tongue: "I don't need it! I... I have already drank on it. full."

Gu Sheng's expression was indescribable, Jiang Cheng thought about it later, and felt that the meaning was probably close to pity.

Of course, Jiang Cheng snatched the cup and drank the water when he was full of annoyance and remorse. Gu Sheng's tone was neither enthusiastic nor contradictory, and said to him, "It's raining too much, I'll stay with you for the night."

Jiang Cheng was so shocked that he couldn't even hold the cup: "Huh?"

"Sleeping in the guest room over there, clean it up yourself." Gu Sheng gestured to the room next to him, paused, and muttered in confusion, "Tsk, why... always make it seem like I owe you something. of……"

Jiang Cheng really doubted that Gu Sheng really didn't remember the past. After all, an ordinary friend, such as Yang Xian, who had nothing to do with him, would help you carry heavy things and hold an umbrella if it rained. It is a typhoon day, braving the heavy rain to repair the roof, and also responsible for cleaning the house after the drainage pipes, almost everyone will be grateful.

It's just that Jiang Cheng doesn't count, Jiang Cheng can only say that he is worthy of his conscience, and it's a little bit of effort. In fact, he didn't want to move Gu Sheng with such a small matter, so Jiang Cheng was puzzled for a while, and didn't think much about it. It's a negligible progress if I'm afraid of him, - although he still locked the door at night, there should be a wardrobe behind the door from the sound.

Jiang Cheng stood with his forehead against the door for a while, picked up the broom and diligently sifted the water in the house.

It probably took a couple of months, and both of them had some unspoken habits. It was the sweltering summer in the south of the Yangtze River from the end of July, and Jiang Cheng started to use an umbrella. At this time, he changed to a parasol. Gu Sheng probably also knew whether to stop him or not. It can be used, and it is also good to cover it from the sun in summer.This delicate relationship actually has some meaning of stability.

Jiang Cheng couldn't be more satisfied with this state. The leisurely living state paralyzed the nerves that had been excessively painful in the past. Every day when he returned to the house he rented, he reflected on why he was crazy before.Most of the time, Gu Sheng is really a very gentle and easy-going person. He doesn't know how to reject others' sincere requests, and even softens his heart when his attitude is too sincere.

This simply surpassed Jiang Cheng's previous understanding of him. At first, Jiang Cheng only thought he was beautiful and noble, like an actor who obediently obeyed when he got his hands on it. Later, Gu Sheng's murderous behavior was extremely ruthless, and it was branded in Jiang Cheng's heart. Indelible impression.

This kind of contrast exhausted Jiang Cheng's understanding of the complexity of human beings. When he was in Jinzhou, he was skeptical and felt that everything about Gu Sheng was fake, and it was all tricks of spies to deceive people. He played him around and then turned around. disappear.He thought very extreme, but he forgot to consider it from the perspective of everyone's heart.

And now that Jiang Cheng found out, he felt it was not too late.

Except for that day when Jiang Cheng stayed in Gu Sheng's house for one night, he usually went to Gu Sheng's house to scrape the wall.Gu Sheng's time in the troupe is short, so he often practices singing at home.

This day, he saw several peasant-looking people sitting under the wall he picked, Jiang Cheng subconsciously felt vigilant, and blurted out, "What are you doing here?"

"Hey you..."

One of them stood up with a stiff neck, and was immediately pulled away by the other, explaining in vernacular dialect: "Don't yell, don't yell, Boss Yan hasn't been to the Liyuan for a long time, we couldn't help it, we went to Boss Yan's house quietly Come and listen...are you?"

Jiang Cheng frowned and glanced back and forth at these people. He was quite imposing just by looking at his height, and his provocative gaze made the person in front jump up again: "We are not bad people, but you..."

Jiang Cheng didn't answer any more, he took out a cigarette and lit one and put it on his mouth, and threw the rest to them, and after a long while reluctantly said: "...that's the same."

There are more and more theater fans coming to Gu Sheng's courtyard to beat the walls.

Jiang Cheng counted the heads around and found that he couldn't even count them. He leaned against the wall sullenly, feeling deeply uneasy about his status being shaken.

More than uneasy, it is sad and indignant.

But he couldn't help it either.

It may be the most gentle and peaceful half a year in Jiang Cheng's Zhanluan life. He put aside trivial matters and great achievements, and did something that would be extremely absurd for any person in a position of superiority.

He was stationed in Jiangnan alone with a few cronies, just spending the most ordinary months of life with another person.

At that time, he didn't know that these few months would become the memories he cherished for countless sleepless nights in the future. The hot and humid plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River was soaked with the clear singing voice of opera actors, and in summer nights, a group of opera fans came to surround the wall. Listening to the opera, and this became the deepest sharp edge that hurt him in those nights. Whenever he made up his mind to cut the grass and root out the root, he would feel the excruciating pain, which made him unable to take it up and let it go.

At noon on the 21st, Jiang Cheng received a tip that Jiang Zhiya was injured and sick, and went to Jiangnan to kiss him!

The author has something to say:

I’m from Zhang, it happened that there was a typhoon these two days, and I listened to my parents telling stories about resisting the typhoon... the number of words is a bit too much

There is a prototype in the corner of the listening wall, Yu Shuyan, a veteran of Peking Opera, I remember that he often hangs his voice in the middle of the night, and then some theater fans and stealing teachers ran outside his yard to listen to it in the middle of the night, because I had a sudden whim to fight against Taiwan, so This matter is only briefly mentioned.