Rebirth: sailing a thousand times

One after another fireworks exploded in the night sky, bursting into fiery trees and silver flowers, magnificent and colorful streamers, and winding down with their long tails.

Red, green and green fireworks flashed across Mu Qingfeng's face one by one, repeatedly illuminating his eyes and then returning to silence.

He was sitting on the promenade under the eaves, leaning against the hard and cold porch pillars, with his hands on his curled knees, and looking up at the radiant night sky, what a beautiful scene fell in his eyes, all of which turned into disillusionment. Dead silence!

Zhou Ping silently took away the empty wine jar under his feet, went back to the room and took a cloak, "My lord..."

Mu Qingfeng remained motionless like a cold statue, until Zhou Ping sighed secretly and wanted to turn around, only then did he hear his hoarse voice, as if talking to himself, "Uncle Ping, I don't blame him, the emperor forced him to , he was right..."

Zhou Ping saw a drop of something bright, and it disappeared from his face.

"I'm just uncomfortable..."

Zhou Ping stood speechless, really not knowing what to say to comfort him.

He will always remember Mu Qingfeng's reaction when he saw the letter when he came back from court that day.Like crazy, he ran to Gu's mansion and Liuzhi Lane himself, until he was sure that Gu Shaobai had really left with Ji Jianchen, and then returned to the mansion in a daze. He fell into a coma for three days and three nights, which frightened the emperor so much that he came in person.

Mu Qingfeng raised his head to drink, poured half of it into his mouth, and spilled the other half on the skirt of his clothes. He coughed and laughed, "Tonight and Hexi, seeing this beloved...cough cough...what a 'seeing this beloved' ..."

Tens of thousands of lights, alone to enjoy the loneliness!Thinking about you and remembering you, haunting your dreams!

The space is like a scroll, one side is lonely and miserable, but the other side is not much better!

After eating the dumplings, Gu Shaobai drank a lot of wine, before he waited, he fell asleep already.

Ji Jianchen covered him with the quilt, stood at the head of the bed, and stared at him blankly.

He knew that Gu Shaobai felt uncomfortable, he was deliberately drunk.And Ji Jianchen didn't persuade him, and let him get drunk.Perhaps, in the dream, he can be more comfortable, without forcing a smile, and feel pain, cry, and miss freely!

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face, Ji Jianchen realized for a moment that he hadn't seen him smile sincerely for a long time.

Without that person, his youth in Tsing Yi will be haggard and blurred; without that person, his words and smiles will turn into spring breeze and tearful eyes;

Seeing Gu Shaobai's robe getting wider and wider, he could almost hear the sound of that heart withering day by day!

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was already spring.

The world is full of fragrance in April, and the peach blossoms of "Moyilou" are beginning to bloom.

Half a year has passed in a hurry, and many things have been settled.

In this season of blooming mountain flowers, several pieces of good news come with the spring breeze.

Wang Sidao's family was convicted, while he himself was headed to the ground on a rainy day in March; Mo Ran married Liu Meisheng, who he had been thinking about; what made Gu Shaobai most happy was that his second brother Gu Qing The wedding date of Princess Bai and Princess Yin Lian has been fixed, it will be in golden autumn and October.

Gu Shaobai was sitting in the flower hall, groping for a teacup. Recently, his eyes had clearly sensed the dim light, and it was no longer pitch black. Situ Hai said that this was a sign of recovery.

Someone came over, stroked his hand, and poured him tea.

Gu Shaobai smiled and said, "Jian Chen, I can do it myself."

Ji Jianchen let go of his hand, noticed the red scar on his finger, felt a little distressed, "You can, nine times out of ten it falls on my hand", he bent his lips into a smile, very bitter and helpless, "This is also Call can..."

Gu Shaobai rubbed the rim of the cup with his pale fingertips, and the smile on his lips was obviously gentle, but it was like a sharp weapon cutting Ji Jianchen's heart, "You have to get used to many things, don't you?"

In front of him who is blind, Ji Jianchen doesn't need to deliberately hide his heartache. What you have to get used to is not the darkness, but the unforgettable pain of losing Mu Qingfeng, right?So, after so long, are you used to it? Burns will always heal, and heartaches, will they heal? How long will it take for the wound to heal? A lifetime, or a lifetime?

Gu Shaobai "looked" out of the window in the direction of the light.

The upper body leaned forward slightly, in a waiting posture. It seemed that in the next moment, a person could be seen coming against the light, and then, he smiled warmly at him.

But, I also know that he won't come!

Willow Lane.

The piles of books almost filled the floor, and Mu Liunian was sorting them out with sweat profusely.

Fang Qingchi stood on the only small piece of ground left, and smiled wryly, "Fleeting Years, just take what you need..."

Sitting among the books, Mu Liunian also looked helpless, "But, I can't even bear it..."

Fang Qingchi jumped up, landed in front of him, picked him up, and put him in his arms, "You can just take me with you, and you can buy the rest."

Mu Liunian shook his head slightly, pretending to be in pain, "No one would want you except me, so I'd better bring some valuables, there are a lot of orphaned copies here... Alas... Are you a dog... "

He rubbed his lower lip, which was almost bleeding from the bite, furious.

Fang Qingchi laughed, "Ha... who told you that I'm worthless..."

Mu Liunian pushed him hard, feeling aggrieved, "What did I say..."

He staggered, tripped over the books, and the moment he landed on the pile of books, Fang Qingchi rolled into the pile of books together with his arms.

In the pile of old papers, after a while, Mu Liunian's suppressed panting, and the rustling sound of undressing...

After a long time, Mu Liunian shouted, "Fang Qingchi, you did it on purpose, I just finished tidying up..."

Fang Qingchi looked at him innocently, but smiled in his heart, of course it was on purpose.

The clouds scattered and the rain collected, the two embraced each other, lying in the pile of old books, and felt a special flavor.

"Qingchi..."

"Ok?"

"Why didn't you ask me, I haven't mentioned seeing Shaobai for so long?"

Fang Qingchi hugged him closer, and rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose, "I don't ask, because I know... Shaobai is always sunny and cheerful in front of you, you are afraid of seeing another extreme Him, you can't stand..."

"This is part of the reason, and..." Mu Liunian turned his head, "I feel sorry for him... Without him, I'm afraid I would have died on the road to exile. Without him, I would not have known you. It can be said that my Everything I have is given by him..."

"Qingchi", Mu Liunian looked at him steadily, with a kind of sincerity in his eyes that he had never seen before, "Go and find Mu Qingfeng, I will repay Shaobai's kindness, and finally do my best for him... ..."

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and Mu Liunian cried.

Fang Qingchi wiped his tears for him. These days, he is also depressed about this matter.

When Gu Shaobai left at the beginning, he knew that he would die, but now, he is still alive.He didn't let everyone reveal any news about him to Mu Qingfeng. He didn't want him to know whether he was alive or dead.

Gu Shaobai's pride is the love he sticks to with his life!

But this pride must be built on Mu Qingfeng's broken heart, right?

Fang Qingchi doesn't think that way, maybe Gu Shaobai is not from the rivers and lakes, so, like Fang Qingchi and Ji Jianchen, he will not live happily and freely, hate vigorously, he has too many thoughts and worries, what he wants to give is No one has the right to make decisions for the other party, what Mu Qingfeng wants.

Since both sides will suffer, why not give up their lives?

The pear blossoms are like snow, flying in pieces.

The flying petal snow is more like that year.

Pity me for the young man in Tsing Yi, the absurd drunken smoke.

That year and that month, the prosperity was like a dream, who played the piano with a smile on his lips.

Mu Qingfeng sat leaning against the pear tree, with a pot of wine and a piano, as if he saw those eyes that were clearer than colored glass, with shattered light and dimples, as if telling a thousand words.

Not long after he recovered from his illness, Ling Min left. He took Yaqian's son as his apprentice, named him Mu Min, and took both mother and child to southern Xinjiang.

When Ling Min left, the Chinese New Year had just passed, and the ice and snow had not yet cleared, so Mu Qingfeng asked him to keep him warm until the spring.

But Lingmin said, Mu Min is smart, if he teaches well, he will catch up with his senior brother. He probably has little time left, so he must teach a great witch Zhu who is better than him, otherwise, when we meet again, the senior brother will definitely scold him. non-stop!

Mu Qingfeng kept sending him far, far outside the city, he was so stubborn that he refused to stop, Lingmin asked with a smile if he wanted to send them back to southern Xinjiang.

Then, he asked again, "Why don't you keep looking for Gu Shaobai, everyone is afraid of death, if you still like him, why don't you try harder."

Mu Qingfeng looked at the sun, which was as red as blood, rising from the horizon, and felt the wound in his heart that seemed to have frozen blood opened again, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Lingmin has a clear understanding of others and himself, and never leaves any room for it. His words are razor sharp, and he even cuts him off before leaving, "Actually, you don't want to look for him, you are forcing yourself to believe that he is still alive... ..."

Lingmin watched Mu Qingfeng's face turn gray and pale inch by inch, but still refused to stop, insisting on using the pain from the knife's edge to wake him up, "Actually, you also understood later, Gu Shaobai It’s not the person who is willing to give up on you just to understand the medicine. His stubbornness doesn’t allow him to do so. He left just because he wants to stick to your love with death, but he doesn’t want you to know that he is no longer here... "

Mu Qingfeng's lips were pursed tighter and tighter, and there was pleading in his eyes, he was begging him not to continue.

Lingmin shook his head, "His goal has been achieved, you have been deceiving yourself, he is still alive, but he just betrayed you, so, instead of going to the emperor to prove it, do everything according to your own imagination, play the role of a frustrated person, and live a full life. The walking dead... Wake up, lord, maybe, Shaobai, he is really gone..."

"Whether he is alive or dead, he hopes that you live well. This is probably his only wish. Therefore, you should think carefully about how to spend the days to come, either standing in the court or retiring to the fiefdom. , no matter which option you choose, please don’t live like this…”

The little blue carriage walked further and further, straight into the horizon of the rising sun.

Mu Min, what a good name, just like Ling Min and Mu Zhi, as long as there is hope, they can be together in any way.

Lingmin has been searching and never gave up. He firmly believes that there must be a day when he will meet Muzhi again. Whether he is alive or dead, he will always meet again.

The moment Mu Qingfeng turned his horse's head, he decided to enter the palace tomorrow.

Also like Lingmin, find an answer, and then wait.

Even if Shaobai is gone, he can't be left alone and alone.

Zhou Yuan was waiting at the door, took the reins, and told him that Fang Qingchi was visiting.

It has been nearly half a year since Mu Qingfeng rushed into Liuzhi Lane like crazy that day.Hearing Fang Qingchi's arrival suddenly, it feels like a lifetime away.

Mu Qingfeng didn't have time to change clothes, so he went straight into the flower hall.

Fang Qingchi was drinking tea, saw him enter the door, got up and wanted to salute, but was blocked by Mu Qingfeng.

Fang Qingchi sat down again, and Mu Qingfeng looked at him for a while, not knowing how to greet him.I just feel that there is nothing to talk about with him except Gu Shaobai. However, Gu Shaobai is like the cinnabar mole that was gouged out on his chest.

Fang Qingchi only felt that he hadn't seen him for half a year, but Mu Qingfeng was like a bamboo that had been drained of water, skinny and changed.

The two were relatively silent, and sat for a long while, Mu Qingfeng didn't say a word, but he had an intuition that there was something wrong with Qingchi above, something related to Gu Shaobai.

However, Mu Qingfeng didn't ask, he was afraid that Fang Qingchi would say in the next sentence, Gu Shaobai is gone, where is he buried, you have to mourn and so on!

He is not ready to know, maybe he will never be ready, but at least, please don't say it, today, don't say it!

"My lord..."

Fang Qingchi still spoke.

"Hmm..." Mu Qingfeng's head was a mess, and he was a little dizzy.

Fang Qingchi didn't notice that his eyes were wandering, and said to himself, "My lord, Fang is here to thank you."

"Well, thank you? Thank you for what?" Mu Qingfeng let out a long breath. It seems that he didn't, he didn't mention Shaobai.

"Fang Xiao'an is my father," Fang Qingchi said sincerely, "Although my father was forced, he also did things to help the tyrant and abuse the tyrant. The king seems to subdue the law, and the prince can be regarded as helping Qingchi to avenge the death of the family. Qingchi is here Thank you, my lord!"

Mu Qingfeng was not surprised.

That night, Guan Xin was condemned, and Wen Xin was saddened by the death of her junior sister. She felt ashamed of what she entrusted to her master, and also felt ashamed of her master for not repaying her knowledge. Not long after that, she declined Mu Qingfeng's generous reward and died alone supporting the coffin. go.

Before leaving, he informed Mu Qingfeng of the found identities of Fang Qingchi and Ji Jianchen.

Mu Qingfeng lifted Fang Qingchi who was lying on the ground with a big gift, and sighed, "Brother Fang, please get up, I dare not take such a big gift from you."

After a pause, he said again, "Fleeting Years, are you okay?"

"very good."

Mu Qingfeng nodded and opened his mouth. He wanted to say that what Gu Shaobai was most worried about was Mu Liunian. After thinking about it, he swallowed it back.

"My lord, Shaobai..."

Mu Qingfeng raised his eyes abruptly, and a knife-like light flashed across, cutting Fang Qingchi's words in half.

"No, stop talking," Mu Qingfeng said coldly, "I know..."

Fang Qingchi was greatly surprised, "You know?"

Mu Qingfeng nodded bluntly, his brows were tightened, and finally, the cold light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by an insoluble sadness, "Are you here to tell me that he is dead?"

After a pause, he said again, "I'm sorry, tell me..."

Fang Qingchi was taken aback at first, and then he was a little bit dumbfounded, "Who said he died? I want to tell you that he will recover soon?"

Mu Qingfeng slowly stood up from the chair, wondering if he had an auditory hallucination, and muttered for a long time, "What did you say? Why did you regain your sight!?"

Fang Qingchi told him every detail of Gu Shaobai's past six months at a speed he could accept. Mu Qingfeng listened very carefully, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were flowing, and there was a flash in his mind. of dizziness.

He couldn't believe it, he burst into ecstasy, he couldn't wait...

Fang Qingchi walked for a long time, Zhou Ping didn't see his prince come out, and he didn't listen to him calling for someone to wait on him, so he walked into the flower hall uneasy.

With one kick in and one kick out, Zhou Ping almost fainted.The flower hall, which was still full of beautiful flowers just now, is so horrible to see a guest.

Remnants of flowers spread all over the ground, and there was only one branch left in each pot of flowers. Mu Qingfeng cut the flowers and threw them away, and passed by him with a twinkle in his eyes, "This is what you call 'the champion'!"

Zhou Ping was stunned, and in a daze, he heard Mu Qingfeng's voice from outside the door, "Change clothes, this king is going to the palace to face the saint!"

Zhou Ping was even more stunned. In the past six months, Mu Qingfeng, who used to be diligent and conscientious, went to court frequently. He looked at the dim sky, which one did he sing?

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It's almost over, dear, let's go to the big reunion!