Song of Complaint: The Emperor's Heart is Unpredictable

One year.

Is a year long?

For Jingyang, who is suffering in grief, this year has no end in sight.

Is a year short?

For Chu Nan, it was just time for a nap.

In an autumn sunset, Chu Nan woke up.He shook his drowsy head, feeling very uncomfortable.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he was dreaming repeatedly. In the dream, Jingyang looked at him sadly, but didn't speak.Several times he felt that he was going to die, but there were two hands that held him tightly, dragged him back from the gate of hell, and gently patted the back of his hand when he was having nightmares and restlessness. speak... who is it?is it him?Is it possible that as long as he opens his eyes, he can see the person he misses day and night?

He finally opened his eyes apprehensively and looked around.

What I saw was a simple table, a few wooden stools, his sword was placed under the pillow, his sword was hung in a corner of the wooden house, the north window was open, and a branch of begonia poked its head in. Strong medicinal smell.

He must still be dreaming, otherwise why can't he feel the pain in his chest?

He propped himself up hard and wanted to sit up from the bed, but he tried several times to no avail, as if his hands and feet were no longer his own. This is not Jinxiu Manor, let alone the palace. Where is this?There was a wild beating in my heart for no reason.Suddenly there was a voice outside the house, and he quickly lay back on the bed and pretended that he hadn't woken up.

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and the sunset glow all over the sky shone into the room, like a fairyland.

"Ah Jiu, go get a basin of water, it's time to wipe this man's body." A very young voice said, but he coughed slightly after speaking, as if he was seriously ill.Is he the one who saved me?

"It's Young Master." This was a full-bodied voice, more mature than the previous one.Then there was the sound of the man going out.

A person came to his bedside, but it was strange that he didn't hear footsteps.There is only a rolling sound similar to that of wheels.The man reached out to touch his forehead, and then tucked the corner of the quilt, as if he did it very skillfully.

After a while, the man came back with water, wet a towel with one hand and gently wiped his face and hands, and moistened his chapped lips with a cotton cloth.It was the hands, he was sure.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and the person in front of him was a strange man he had never seen before, with delicate features, pale face, and a sickly expression.He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the man next to him was in his thirties, with high bulging bones and a dangerous light in his eyes. He looked like a trainee.

What a strange combination.These two are his saviors?

The young man was obviously taken aback for a moment, then grinned, "Jingyang, are you finally awake?"

"Jing...Yang...?" He asked suspiciously, but his voice was hoarse and extremely unpleasant.

"Don't talk yet. After sleeping for so long, your voice will naturally become rough and unpleasant. It will be better in time." The boy interpreted his doubts as his voice.

"I..." Chu Nan's throat hurts like it's about to smoke, as if it hasn't been rusted for a long time.He simply stopped talking, dipped his fingers in water and wrote on the table, "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been a year," the boy laughed, and turned to the open window to pick a begonia. "Look, the begonias are all in bloom." Only then did Chu Nan notice that the boy's legs were useless, and the reason why he didn't hear footsteps was because he used a wheelchair instead.

one Year……

He actually slept for a year!

He couldn't accept it for a while, it turned out that he had been away for a year, and he still couldn't escape his heart when he left the palace, this time, God simply helped him make a decision...

He closed his eyes tiredly. Seeing that he was about to rest, the young man stopped bothering him. Before leaving, he told him not to get out of bed for the next few days and wait until he came back tomorrow. There was unconcealable joy in his eyes.

This young man...is as transparent and clean as a piece of rough jade that has never been carved, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

After another month or so, Chu Nan was able to talk more gradually, and the young man came to see him every day and brought him some medicine.

"What's your name?" Chu Nan felt much better that day, so he leaned against the bedside and chatted with the boy.

"Hmm..." The boy Sunshine's face became a little melancholy, he hesitated for a long time before saying, "Master said I was picked up, his surname is Murong, so I should also be surnamed Murong, my name is Murong Chenghe."

"Murong Chenghe? Good name. But why did you call me...Jingyang?" Chu Nan's heart throbbed slightly when he said that name.

"Aren't you Jingyang? Once I saw you as if you were about to wake up, so I talked to you. I asked your name, and you said Jingyang." Murong Chenghe asked suspiciously, muttering "And you've been called that name so many times."

"Oh...that's it." His eyes darkened, "I'm not Jingyang, my name is Chu Nan, you can just call me Big Brother Chu." He didn't have any precautions against this young man.

"Brother Chu, then... why are you always called Jingyang? Who is he?" Murong Chenghe called happily, but still couldn't help being curious.

"That was someone who was very important to me."

Yeah, that was someone bigger than his life, but he'd never come back to him.

Seeing his pensive appearance, Murong Chenghe didn't know what he was thinking.

"Brother Chu, I think you're recovering quickly, why don't I take you out for a walk in the valley tomorrow, and doing some exercise will be good for your body." Murong Chenghe suggested.

"Okay, anyway, I'm uncomfortable lying down." From the beginning to the end, he didn't ask what the name of this place was. As long as he left him, it wouldn't matter where he was.In the early morning of the next day, Murong Chenghe came to the cabin, and of course that man was with him, and that man was almost inseparable from Murong Chenghe.But he didn't speak much, and only spoke to Murong Chenghe.Sometimes Chu Nan would see him smiling at Murong Chenghe, a smile that didn't seem to belong to him.

This was the first time in more than a year that Chu Nan walked out of the house.

The autumn sun is bright and warm, and there is a large maple tree outside the house, which is already completely red at this time, like a ball of flames.

It turned out that this was the bottom of a valley, and there was only one road out of the valley, and it was extremely hidden. Murong Chenghe's residence was not far from Chu Nan's wooden house, only separated by a stream.It's like two worlds.The three of them walked to his house. There was a patch of rosemary planted in the small yard, as well as Zeilan and Polygonatum odoratum, which were mostly medicinal herbs, and their fragrance could be smelled from a distance. "Brother Chu, please sit down." Murong Chenghe poured a cup of tea for Chu Nan and handed it over. The tea was slightly yellow in color and had a bitter taste. Some refreshed feeling.

"Chenghe's place is really one flower, one world, one tree and one Bodhi. Just a cup of tea has special effects." Chu Nan laughed casually, looking around the room.

"Brother Chu has won the prize. Master liked to drink tea when he was alive, so this old man picked this tea himself." Murong Chenghe seemed to like talking to Chu Nan very much, and he always looked very happy.

"I don't know when the old man passed away?" He was very curious about this old man.

"Master passed away four years ago." Murong Chenghe said sullenly

"Have you been here alone all this time?" If...he would have lived in seclusion here for the rest of his life.

"No, there's Ah Jiu." He pointed at the man in the shadow behind him.Seeing the fingers pointing at him, the man's eyes widened with tenderness.Looking at those deep eyes, Chu Nan seemed to understand something, no wonder...

"Ah Jiu? Why is it called Ah Jiu?" He was sure that the man was not an ordinary person.

"Because I was the ninth person he rescued." Ah Jiu spoke to Chu Nan for the first time, and his tone was not kind.

"That's right, the ninth, and you are the tenth." Murong Chenghe laughed. "That day, Ah Jiu and I went down the mountain to see a doctor for the villagers. We found you on the broken raft by the river and brought you back."

"Then... have you met anyone?" He believed that Jingyang would not give up soon.

"Yes, the lady Hua in the village saw us carrying you, so she gave us more food." Murong Chenghe's eyes sparkled, heh... what a simple person.

After that, Chu Nan rested in the valley for a while, because less than [-]% of his original martial arts was left, and he had nowhere to go when he left the valley.

There are no years in the mountains, and there are thousands of years in the world.

He will not know that when he is enjoying life comfortably, his old friend in the distance is still dreaming about his departure.