Qi Kuo

Zhao Jun never believed in fate. On the one hand, it was because of the education he had received since he was a child. On the other hand, when Wu Hongyan rescued him when he was about to die in his hands, he heard Wu Hongyan say: "Fate? I never believed it. "

So he has never been afraid of ghosts and gods, but now he believes in fate.

When Zhao Jun was stopped by Mo Xuan in a daze on the street, Wu Hongyan's words flashed in his mind.

fate?

He doesn't believe it either.

Mo Xuan straightened his arms, and looked at Zhao Jun from a slightly upward angle, looking like he was dying.

Mo Xuan was actually that tall, just reaching the height of Zhao Jun's chest. He just stood there and stopped him, attracting many people's attention.

Zhao Jun looked at him, shook the belt holding the cake in his hand again, and asked him without emotion, "What's the matter?"

Mo Xuan put down his hand and said, "Would you like to go with me?"

Zhao Jun looked at the boy's face in front of him. Although he was young, he didn't know whether it was because of a bad life or something. His face was sharp and angular, his eye sockets were deep, and the amber pupils reflected the thick dark clouds in the sky.

His eyes seemed to see the eyes of Mo Xuan that day again, deep and painful, so he nodded: "Yes, good."

Mo Xuan lowered his head, Zhao Jun couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, only heard him say: "En."

He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the corner of Zhao Jun's clothes. He held it, his lips were tight, and a faint joy appeared in his eyes. , Coincidentally, a mentality of fear of fleeing.

Zhao Jun didn't look at him, so naturally he couldn't see the joy in his eyes, and he couldn't see his whitish finger bones, he just let him pull him, followed him blankly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A white crane flew by in the distance, and its pure white feathers fell down, blending into the pure white world, without any trace.

Seeing how long it had been since he had walked out of the city, Zhao Jun finally looked down at Mo Xuan holding his hand. The cuff embroidered with complicated patterns was a little bigger, and it slipped a little along the wheat-colored strong arm. On the healthy wheat-colored But there are some traces of bruising.

Zhao Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed Mo Xuan's hand with his backhand, his voice suddenly became a little harsh: "Who did it?"

Mo Xuan was stunned by his sudden movement, and immediately reacted, he broke free from his shackles, turned his head away, looked at a piece of dead wood at his feet, and said indifferently: "It's okay."

Zhao Jun looked at his neck, which was exposed with his head down. There was a faint bruise on it. It could be seen that it was an injury he had suffered a long time ago. Although it was not conspicuous, it still hurt.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue to slightly moisten his chapped lips, took out a small paper bag from his waist, opened it, put it in Mo Xuan's hand, and said, "Wipe it."

Mo Xuan looked at the fine white powder in his hand, stared at it for a while, then closed the paper bag, put it in his waist, and said to Zhao Jun, "Let's go."

This time, instead of pulling Zhao Jun's clothes, he walked beside him and walked side by side with him.

By the time it stopped, it was already getting late, and thick dark clouds were hanging in the sky, as if they would be unbearable to fall from the sky at any time.

Zhao Jun looked at the tomb in front of him. A square wooden plank was barely used as a tombstone, but there was not even a name engraved on it.

Mo Xuan glanced at Zhao Jun, an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, then he walked to the tomb and knelt down straight, the wind blowing made the fallen leaves at his feet move.

Zhao Jun stood on the spot without moving, but just watched Mo Xuan move with a cold face.

Mo Xuan tidied up the weeds that had just grown on the tomb, brushed off the fallen leaves on the stele, and respectfully kowtowed three times before finally arriving: "Mother, do you still remember him?"

Zhao Jun was taken aback when he heard that, could it be that Mo Xuan had seen him before? !

Mo Xuan continued: "I still remember, never dare to forget... You said that there are more good people in this world, I don't believe it, but now I believe it, you said you want to come back, so I will send you back But mother, what should I do?"

What he said sounded a little heavy, but for some reason, Zhao Jun didn't feel any sadness from it, but a feeling that was neither salty nor bland.

Zhao Jun took a step forward, put the pastry he had been carrying in front of the tomb, bowed in salute, and then took another step back, standing in the position of a complete bystander.

Cold and distant.

After Mo Xuan finished speaking, it seemed that he had nothing to say, so he stood up and said, "Let's go."

Zhao Jun didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd, so he nodded and followed him.

Before we got out of the small forest, fine and fine rain fell from the sky, just like it did a few days ago, pouring down, like lifeless.

Zhao Jun quickly picked two big white lotus leaves from the side, gave one to Mo Xuan, and said, "Let's find a place to shelter from the rain first!"

Mo Xuan looked at the current situation, nodded, and followed around to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Maybe it was because the heaven saw that they were pitiful, they were only half wet when they saw a cave, which was just big enough for the two of them to shelter from the rain.

Zhao Jun asked Mo Xuan to go over, and then said to him: "You wait for me here, I will go back as soon as I go."

Before Mo Xuan had time to ask him what he was doing, Zhao Jun's back with a lotus leaf on his back had disappeared into the thick rain and mist.

When Zhao Jun finally found some firewood and came back, he saw Mo Xuan standing there looking out anxiously.

Seeing Zhao Jun's figure appearing in the rain and fog, Mo Xuan seemed relieved, and walked back to the place where some hay had been laid.

Zhao Jun put down the things in his arms, his clothes were so wet that he couldn't get wet anymore, he said to Mo Xuan: "Do you have a fire bag, mine is wet and can't be used, if you have it, light it , I'm going to deal with my clothes."

Mo Xuan nodded, and said: "I have some, you go quickly, don't worry about me."

Zhao Jun felt that there should be no moths coming out of him, so he walked into the hole, took off his coat, wrung it dry, and put it on again.

When Zhao Jun came out, Mo Xuan had already lit the fire. Seeing that he was still wet, he quickly took off his coat and said, "Brother, you can wear mine."

Zhao Jun rejected his kindness and said: "Thank you, but I never wear other people's clothes. Wear it yourself, so as not to catch the cold."

Mo Xuan didn't force it, took back his clothes, and put them on again.

In the night, the sparse raindrops dripped on the leaves, crackling and thinking, and the flames in front of me made a crisp explosion sound from time to time.

Mo Xuan looked at Zhao Jun who was drooping in front of him, and suddenly asked him, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Zhao Jun smiled and looked up at him: "No... If you want to tell me, then you will tell me without asking. If you don't want to tell me, if you ask, what you get may not be true."

Mo Xuan smiled: "Brother, can I ask you a question?"

Zhao Jun nodded slightly, looking at the fire in front of him: "Say it."

Mo Xuan touched it from his bosom, took out a handkerchief after a while, spread it out carefully, and said, "Do you remember it?"

Zhao Jun frowned and shook his head: "This is?"

Mo Xuan smiled and said, "I know you can't remember, but I still want to try."

Zhao Jun thought about it carefully, and felt that he really had no impression of this, so he said, "Sorry."

Mo Xuan: "There's nothing to be sorry for, it's normal, if it were me, I wouldn't remember... Then do you still remember the handkerchief you handed to a child in Huaining?"

Zhao Jun nodded: "I have a little impression."

Mo Xuan smiled: "Do you think it's me?"

Zhao Jun stood there silently for a long time, then said, "It's impossible..."

Mo Xuan sat upright suddenly, and said in the tone he used to call Zhao Jun that day: "Brother."

Zhao Jun was stunned, he hesitated for a while before saying: "How do you grow so fast..."

Mo Xuan smiled: "I was forced out... let's not talk about it, I actually stopped you today just to show you my mother's tomb, I want her to be firm that there are still many good people in the world..."

Zhao Jun thought for a while and said, "Did...what happened to you?"

Mo Xuan lowered his head and smiled wryly: "To tell you the truth, you must have seen that I am from Shanghan...but do you believe that I am the prince of Shanghan?"

Zhao Jun really wanted to comfort him by saying, I believe it, but he felt that he would not believe it if he said it like this, so he said, "I don't believe it."

Some hesitated, some hesitated.

Mo Xuan smiled: "I don't believe it either, but I am indeed, but it is no different from the slaves in our clan... I have two older brothers, they are what you say are similar to the first sons, and I am Shanghan Wang's illegitimate son, my mother and I have been bullied a lot on weekdays. A few days ago, when my mother contracted a cold, they not only stood by and watched, but even poisoned my mother's soup in the end!" His tone gradually became sharper: "You know what I mean? After feeding my mother the medicine, how uncomfortable is it to see her hesitate and foam at the mouth?! However, the Shanghan King not only made things difficult for my mother before she was alive, but even said on that day, That's what she deserves..."

Mo Xuan smiled when he said this, and after he calmed down, he said: "He has never turned a blind eye to us. When I saw him hugging my brothers before, I really hoped that he would turn around and look at me, hug me. I don't even need to look at me, but he never has!" Mo Xuan paused for a short while, with a cluster of grand flames in his eyes, he said: "I don't ask him to love me, but I ask him to regret it. "

Zhao Jun was silent, looking at the rain curtain outside, without speaking.

After a long time, he said, "Go to sleep."

Mo Xuan didn't refute him, and lay down obediently.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain gradually stopped, leaving only the occasional sound of raindrops falling.

Mo Xuan opened his eyes quietly, looking at the sleeping Zhao Jun.

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On the first day when Chen Ke was away, I missed him.