I wanted to embrace my master and return home

On the day before leaving, he handed over the tea pet that he had kept in his arms for more than ten years to Zhang Tingliu who was seeing him off, and told him to treat each other well and not to throw it away casually. A man who is almost 30 years old heard this sentence His eyes turned red immediately, and Jing Lang's eyes turned red as well, holding the prison cart and quietly looking at his former friend, his close friend.

After the two parted, Zhang Tingliu returned to the mansion and held the tea pet in his hand from time to time. He didn't even eat the celebration wine. After two days of desperation, he received a letter from the spies flying pigeons, saying respect Lang was ill and had already vomited blood several times on the road.

Zhang Tingliu's heart ached, he hurriedly sent someone to find a doctor who knew martial arts, and ordered him to pack lightly, carry a medicine box and drive to the border overnight, no matter what, even if it was hard, he would heal Jinglang .

But on the third day, he received a letter from Fei Ge, saying that the doctor died, and he died strangely, without a single wound on his body. Zhang Tingliu was so anxious that he was going crazy, so he sent someone to find more doctors quickly. Be sure to make another trip to the border.

The doctor came, but Zhang Tingliu had no chance to give another order, and he died on the third night.

Zhang Tingliu had a dream. In the dream, he and Jing Lang were drinking tea and talking about it as usual, laughing constantly, and the tea pets on the table were honest and cute.It took only one time to pour tea, and when he looked up again, Jing Lang who was sitting opposite suddenly changed his face, blood was constantly oozing out of his linen robe, and blood was constantly flowing out of his eyes, and he said to him: "Brother Zhang!" , why do you want to kill me?"

"Jing... Jinglang, what did you say?" He was horrified by the sudden change in front of him, and took a step back.

"Brother Zhang, I died so badly..."

Jing Lang opened his mouth quietly, his face was extremely pale except for the blood.

"You, you're dead? How did you die? Didn't I send someone to look for you?" Zhang Tingliu stared at him with wide eyes, unacceptable.

"If it wasn't for you, how could I have died so badly! I regard you as a good friend who can be trusted, but what have you done? You secretly sent someone to change my tea leaves!!" Jing Lang looked at him in despair. Roaring, looking at him with resentment on his face, his eyes were colder than he had ever seen before.

"Jing Lang, what are you talking about, how could I harm you..."

He was shocked and confused, his eyes full of disbelief, but Jing Lang who somehow floated to him grabbed his neck!

"It's all because of you! You killed me, you killed me, go to hell! Go to hell!" Jing Lang's voice suddenly became extremely shrill, and his face was distorted and weird.

"Ahem...I didn't...harm you! What are you...what are you talking about!" Zhang Tingliu held his hand tightly, and forced out a few words from his throat, his eyes popped out due to extreme suffocation, and he stared at him. At that time, tears were all over his face, and his whole body was flushed purple.

Jing Lang lifted him up into the air slowly with a determined expression on his face, and kept tightening his fingers until the person in his hand gradually stopped struggling and lost his breath.

When the empathy comes here, the host dies, and the empathy is broken.

"........."

The tea on the table was already cold, and misty clouds and mists filled the whole body, turbulent and treacherous, as if placed in the twilight, unable to see the truth clearly.

In the process of empathy, the host's mood will also be clearly perceived by others. Ye Xunliang clutched his heart and was short of breath, unable to slow down for a long time...

Xiaocha didn't come back to her senses for a while, she stared blankly, her eyes were unfocused, and she muttered to herself softly, "That's not right..."

"This is Jing Lang and Zhang Tingliu's life memory, and it is also their last grievance." Gu Mou's face was sharp, and his voice was cold, "I blame you for making rash assertions, I blame you for acting extreme, and I blame you for cutting them off." The last way!"

Xiaocha choked up and shook her head unbearably.

"How could this be? What I saw was obviously not like this... What I heard was obviously..."

"What did you hear, and how much did you hear?"

He took the two wisps of resentment back into his bag and continued: "Your nature is inherently inferior, and you use selfishness to overcome others, but it is because Zhang Tingliu once created you, but discarded you casually, so for so many years, you have never treated others with kindness. Read him."

He still didn't finish his sentence, and that was - stubbornness, didn't Xiaocha ever doubt the words he had heard in all these years?

It's like admiring flowers in the smoke, knowing that what you see is blurry, but not seeking to understand...

"Yes, I admit it." Tears welled up in Xiaocha's eyes, swallowing the sourness in his stomach, and forced a smile.

"I just can't understand Zhang Tingliu, what's so good about him! He's arrogant, domineering, stubborn, and arrogant. Why doesn't the master want to marry him for the rest of his life!"

Gu Mou looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

"Why... Zhang Tingliu is married, and he has children, why do he still keep thinking about it, hiding his love in his stomach for decades! He is so good, he is so good. It is worthy of the master's concern!"

Xiaocha's eyes were flushed red, and he shouted hoarsely: "I'm just not reconciled, I'm just not reconciled!!"

why...

What's so good about him... is it worth your concern?

Domineering and arrogant, with a stubborn nature... Where did he win...

I have hidden my love in my bowels for decades...

...I am not reconciled...how can I be reconciled? !

... Shi Minghua, how can I be reconciled?

Gu Mou stared intently at the porcelain cup on the table, his fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, his eyes were slightly red, and there was still astringency in his mouth.

"So you did it on purpose. Even though you thought about those things and perhaps missed something somewhere, you still stubbornly told yourself that Zhang Tingliu was the one who killed Jing Lang, right?"

Xiaocha didn't answer, but looked at him with a tearful smile, his voice was soft, but his words were sonorous: "The crimes I have committed are too numerous to record, dare to ask the fairy, how will you deal with me?"

Gu Mo shook his head and smiled back.

"I will take you to the Demon Suppressing Tower, with more than a hundred lives, it is not an exaggeration to smash your body and soul."

"That's... not worth it. I have woven so many beautiful dreams for others, but I taught myself to die under such torture. It would be better..."

Xiaocha's smile remained unchanged, but two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from her eyes, she suddenly lost her luster, all thoughts were lost, and then disappeared into the misty.

"What's wrong with her?" Ye Xunliang swallowed, looking at the gradually melting teacup on the table.

"She killed herself, and no one can control this illusion. We can only get out by ourselves." Gu Mou sighed softly.

"But shouldn't the illusion disappear with the death of the creator?"

"Because this illusion was not created by herself, at least a thousand people in Huaiqi County have entered the illusion. If she did everything by herself, she would not be able to keep busy."

Gu Mou looked at the gradually changing surroundings, and said in a deep voice: "This is an illusion transformed by the resentment of Zhang Tingliu and Jinglang. Using tea as a medium, it can easily arouse the obsession in the dreamer's heart."

"...Understood, isn't my obsession right in front of my eyes?"

Ye Xunliang felt that he shared a love, either because he was blessed to his heart, or because he was... crazy.

Gu Mou suddenly turned his head to look at him, not sure what he heard, but felt his heartbeat skipped a beat, changing ever-changingly in an instant, the two figures seemed to be sucked back by something, and fell into nothingness in an instant...

Zhang Sichen was walking on the bustling and crowded street, not knowing where or what year, he just felt that his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see the faces of passers-by clearly.

"Brother, you Yeye...Cai Cai..."

A childish voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a child with messy hair squatting beside the cart, about two or three years old, wearing a coarse cloth with holes in it, pulling things on the ground with his small hands covered in dust. Gangzi, rotten persimmons, rotten vegetable leaves, and gruel that was thrown away by other people's homes.

"Si Run, don't pick it up, brother has something to eat—"

A sallow-faced and thin boy walked quickly, patted off the rotten vegetables from the child's hands, threw the child's gray clothes on the ground a few times, squatted down and lifted the hem of the clothes for him to wipe his little hands.

That was 15-year-old Zhang Sichen.

Zhang Sichen took out a trampled steamed bun from his collar, picked off the mud on it with his fingernails, tore it off piece by piece and fed it to his younger brother, saying softly, "Open your mouth, ah—"

"Aww!" Zhang Sirun bit off the piece of steamed bun, chewed and chewed, and said softly, "Brother eats too..."

"Si Run is full first, and brother will eat later." Zhang Sichen smiled, his eyes were as gentle as candlelight, but there was no trace of resentment in his eyes. In this troubled world, a bite of food would satisfy him as a young man.

"Brother, are we going to sleep on the street tonight?" Zhang Sirun asked vaguely while chewing on steamed buns.

"Just two more days of sleep, Uncle Zhang from the noodle stall said, after two days, we will make room for a small sleeping room with beds and quilts..."

"Wow, there is still a quilt to sleep in, so Si Run won't be afraid of the cold at night, right?"

Zhang Sichen touched his head, and counted for him with his fingers: "Yes, there are candles, food every day, clean water..."

"Is there any meat buns - ah!"

Suddenly caught off guard and kicked away from behind by someone, the two fell down the stone steps and rolled into a ball, the steamed buns fell to the ground and rolled several times, extremely embarrassed.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?! The little beggar doesn't have eyes, and his body is filthy and stinky to death. This is my stall!" The stall owner appeared behind him at some point, gave them a disgusted look, and then pushed them away. the cart.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Zhang Sirun sat on the ground in a daze, and began to cry with his mouth puckered.

Zhang Sichen crawled up a few steps, picked up the dirty steamed bun and patted it vigorously, thinking that luckily no passer-by stepped on it, it was a bit dirty, but it was still edible.

The screen turned and came to the door of a steamed stuffed bun shop.

"Second-time Baozi, hurry up!" Someone shouted in a rough voice.

"Hey! Wait a minute, come right away!" Zhang Sichen poked his head out from behind a pile of steamers that were stacked higher than him, and the hot air rushed straight to his head and face, making him choke twice.

After frantically putting the buns on the table, the other side got up again. He hurriedly responded and rushed over, but just as he ran in front of the man, he was hit hard by half of the buns in the face, and the minced meat soup was oily. All over the temple hair.