long head song

The pain spread across the chest, like a drop of ink melting into water, gradually expanding.Chen Wangzhi closed his eyes, thinking vaguely, it should be yesterday, yes, it was yesterday, yesterday evening, the Right Wise King Loboer rushed over excitedly and caught him at the corner of the stone house.Loboer's father and brother were both killed by Chen Wangzhi, so he was particularly keen to torture this former enemy.Loboer vented twice as usual, then grabbed Chen Wangzhi's hair, forced him to look up, and said in half-baked Wu dialect, "Hey, why are you still alive?"

Chen Wangzhi didn't bother to talk to him.He seemed to have lost the will to live.Lobor's round face was full of disappointment, and after a while, he made a hideous expression on purpose, and said viciously, "You are going to die! When you die, this king will strip you naked and pickle it with your own hands. Send the mummy to all countries, let everyone appreciate you, a half-male monster!"

I was originally a monster, you can give it away if you like, the world after death is unknown to the dead.Chen Wangzhi turned his face away, dragged his legs and crawled to the corner.The warm liquid slid down the thighs, sticky and disgusting.After he was sent to Tuhun, he barely wore any clothes. All kinds of people, as long as they are qualified to enter the palace and can enter this stone house, can insult him at will.He had killed many people on the battlefield, which was probably the cause and effect of his killing, but Chen Wangzhi didn't regret it at all.In order to defend the country, he killed all the damned people, but he really couldn't kill anyone now, maybe he couldn't even kill himself.

Chen Wangzhi's indifference angered Loboer, and Youxian King's young face flushed red, "Hey, monster, how dare you ignore me?"

There is a pile of straw in the corner, and Chen Wangzhi lives in it to keep warm.Loboer pulled him out of the straw, smiled triumphantly, and said something—what did he say... Chen Wangzhi's heart constricted suddenly, but his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't remember at all.Then Lobor kicked, right in the chest.He kicked so hard that Chen Wangzhi's eyes turned black, and he lay down on the cold rammed earth. After coughing up blood, Chen Wangzhi was finally able to crawl back to the straw pile and lie down.

It's not bad if you just die like this.

or have a dream...

When he first arrived in Tuhun, Chen Wangzhi often had dreams.Dreaming of the blue sky and clear water in the south of the Yangtze River, Wu Ji, the Yue girl who washes the gauze, March in Yangchun, green grass ponds, garden willows and songbirds, he is sitting in a small boat, Gao Fen is waving a short pole.The fisherman from far and near sang late, the boat rowed through the lotus leaves, Gao Ping broke off a piece, threw it into his arms, and said with a smile, "I'll make you a hat to cover the rain."

Chen Wangzhi said, "Okay."

Wherever Gao Pingxing went, he sang along with the fisherman, "Wen Huan went down to Yangzhou and met Chu Mountain." His eyes melted into the warm brilliance of the setting sun, and Chen Wangzhi softly said, "Look with your arms around your waist, the river will not stop flowing."

Then, Gao Ping really hugged him.

This is naturally a dream - whenever Gao Ping holds him in his arms, Chen Wangzhi will fall into great pain and loss in the dream.Gao Ping had died a long time ago. When they met for the last time, Gao Ping was standing outside the door, unable to see his face clearly.Gao Ping said, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't make you suffer." Not long after, news came that King Boling had rebelled.Gao Ping, as the first offender, was beaten to pieces, and not even a body could be found.But even when they were still teenagers, when they went to the Taixue to study together with smiles and smiles, Chen Wangzhi never allowed Gao Ping to hug him so intimately.He would always push Gao Ping away and teach him with a straight face.Why did you reject Gao Ping?Chen Wangzhi sat under the willow tree in his dream, leaning on the illusory Gao Fing's shoulder, he shouldn't have pushed Gao Fing away...maybe——

A dream is a dream after all, the phantom filled with water vapor is shattered, and only the long wind blows over the yellow sand in my ears, screaming like a ghost crying.Chen Wangzhi's fingers twitched, he didn't want to wake up.He hadn't dreamed of Gao Ping for a long, long time, and occasionally even resented the deceased, why didn't he come to meet him in his dream.Finally, I saw him again.Gao Ping was still in the prime of his youth, Chen Wangzhi wanted to tell him that if he could do it all over again, he thought Gao Ping's proposal might be good too.His efforts were in vain, his persistence unnecessary, because—

Thinking of it, Bogoer proudly told him that not long ago, Qi State was destroyed, and Liang State Khan Yu Wenche ascended the throne in Jiankang and proclaimed himself emperor.Loboer told him that Chen Xuan raped in Qingliang Mountain, and Yu Wenche plundered Jiankang with his troops, massacred the city for ten days, claiming to kill all Qi people and sacrifice blood to the gods.This time, there was no reason to live.What is the purpose of lingering?The wrist is sore and weak.That day, Chen Wangzhi watched helplessly as the sharp knife pierced into the flesh and cut the tendons—such a useless cripple, could he still hope that Xiang would one day return to Qi, to Jiangnan, to defend his people?He couldn't even save himself, and even vaguely hoped to be saved.He has become so weak that he has lost all meaning in being alive.

……

Better to just die.Immediately died, quicken your pace, maybe you can catch up with Gao Ping.The chest hurt more and more, as if a fire was burning the flesh.Chen Wangzhi moved his lips with difficulty, his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't make a complete single sound.Rubbing his cheek against the fabric, he suddenly found that it felt soft to the touch, as if he hadn't felt it for many years.

Trying to open both eyes, the eye sockets are sore, and the vision is blurred.That's right, it's brocade, with lotus patterns intertwined with branches; the quilt is light and warm, with glimpses from the corner of the eyes, and faint white fur... This place is by no means muddy.The humid air is filled with the tranquil fragrance of aloes, mixed with the bitter taste of decoction.His chest was burning with pain, Chen Wangzhi exhausted all his strength to turn his face away, the curtain was drooping, the embroidered curtain was vast, and the tassels covered it—suddenly footsteps came, one hand lifted the curtain, a stranger rushed in, he was very young , who looks less than 30 years old, tall and handsome, but with a high nose, deep eyes, brown pupils and curly hair, he is quite different from Qiren.He probably hasn't rested for a long time, his eyes are bloodshot, his lips are chapped, and his face is terrifying.

Yu Wenche was both surprised and happy, and said in a trembling voice, "Yuenu, you're awake."

Chen Wangzhi had no impression of this face, and slowly opened his mouth, "Who are you?"