The fast-traveling boss conspired against me

Sand grains were caught in the wind, blowing fiercely on people's faces. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert was huge. During the day, the world was scorched to the point of melting, but at night, a thin layer of ice crystals formed on the eyebrows.

"... Huhu," the soldiers held up torches and exhaled a few breaths of white air to warm their hands. "It's time to celebrate the New Year in the imperial city. It's a pity that my mother is only my son. It's so pitiful to be lonely on such a happy day."

In the boundless barren desert, they are soldiers stationed on the border, and they cannot see their hometown thousands of miles away.

"...Hey, don't say such depressing words, you have suffered here for two years, go back and find a good job, so that your mother can enjoy the happiness." The soldier patted his companion on the shoulder, who was in the same mood.

The wind and sand were so strong that people almost couldn't open their eyes. The shallow conversations at night were blown away by the wind and blown into the bustling imperial city.

"...Our life is much easier. As long as General Ji is around, who dares to invade our country's border?"

"If you want me to say, this peaceful and stable day is supported by our general..."

It was snowing heavily in the imperial city, and the streets were covered with a thin layer of water.The palace was solemn and solemn in the cold wind.

A carriage rolled over the thin snow, leaving two axle marks, and rolled towards Meilin on the outskirts of the city.

Out of the city, the snow seems to be even bigger.

A thick layer is spread on the ground, and the color of loess cannot be seen.

That piece of plum grove blooms every year, and it is more prosperous every year. The bright colors seem to be stained red with blood, burning people's eyes.

The man stepped on the thin snow, and his steps were steady.He walked through half of the red plum groves on the outskirts of the city, and all he could see were bright red colors.

The red plum tree bloomed extremely dazzlingly, the delicate flowers lowered the branches, Ji Yun brushed off the snow on the branches for it, and his cold and stern eyes were silent.

"I'm back, are you still there? Days pass so slowly...and so quickly." Ji Yun couldn't tell what he wanted to express, he didn't care about the snow all over the ground, he just sat down and leaned against On the plum tree, it seems that only in this way can he have the strength to straighten his back.

"...The past few years have been very stable, and the surrounding small countries dare not make any moves. After you left, I found that I had nowhere to go." The mansion was cold and lonely, and he could recall the time they spent together wherever he went. .

"I'm staying in the barracks," Ji Yun thought it was ridiculous, he raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were numb and chaotic. "They're all cowards! They're all like cowards hiding in their shells! But I'll find them all, and I'll tear them to pieces..."

"It's not a pity for them to die!" Ji Yun thought of something, violent blood appeared in his eyes, he clenched his fists, and his veins bulged.

Flying snowflakes fell all over his body, he didn't care at all, he couldn't feel the cold, he looked up at the misty sky.

"...I don't seem to remember how long it's been," Ji Yun frowned and thought, but couldn't find the answer. "It's been a long time. I only know that the plum blossoms here are blooming and falling, and they are getting brighter every year."

After Chao Song left, he was in a state of confusion, and there was no need to remember these insignificant things.Ji Yun didn't understand what he was doing, he was galloping on the battlefield, killing the enemy.

Why should he be kind to them? !The thing he regrets the most in his life is that he didn't cut the grass and roots, so that there will be no future troubles!

He killed the Quartet, and he has long been insensitive.

He is not afraid of others scolding him, not afraid of others cursing him.He wanted to die on the battlefield, he fell in the yellow sand of the desert, and the storm drowned his body.

However, maybe he could see Chao Song when he opened his eyes.

Still wearing bright red clothes, he stretched out his hand and smiled at him: "Come with me, you are very tired, you have done enough."

No one understood him, he had a sickness in his heart, and there was no cure for it.

In a rustling wind, the red plums were blown down and crushed into the soil.

Ji Yun tore off the red cloth stopper of the wine jar, and the silent aroma overflowed. He poured it on the ground, and the snow color was melted by the strong wine, turning into a dewy land.

Ji Yun drank silently, he always used alcohol to numb himself.My mind was so dizzy that I couldn't feel the pain in my heart.

What can he do? !Chao Song died, why didn't he die with him?The piece of flesh in his heart was taken away by Chao Song, and blood gushed out every time he took a breath.

"...Why don't you come back to see me?! Why?" The wine jar was violently thrown to the ground, torn apart.

Ji Yun fell down on the snow and roared, his front was wet with wine, he was as unreasonable as a beast, his eyes were scarlet: "Have you already left! You will not come back!"

"I've been waiting for you for so long?!... You don't even want to see me in your dreams!"

The man prostrated himself on the ground, his straight back was bent by the heavy burden, he choked with sobs: "...Are you hating me, I will avenge you, why don't you come and see me...I miss you, I miss you."

Ji Yun's heart is bleeding, he will never forget it in his life, there are two things.

At the beginning, his father, in order to save him, led the enemy away, and finally committed suicide in the enemy camp.

He cannot forgive his own ignorance and powerlessness.

Later he thought he had learned the lesson and he would never make such a mistake again...

But history repeated itself, and he couldn't change anything. He still asked his important people to shield him from swords and arrows, and walked the long and lonely road to hell for him!

When Chao Song died in his arms, he realized that the pain was nothing more than that. He forcibly pulled his soul out of his body and tore it into pieces.

From that day on, he could not be regarded as a whole person.

In a daze, the sunlight on the horizon scattered and was shrouded in boundless darkness.Every year when the red plum blossoms in the outskirts of the city are in full bloom and there is heavy snowfall, Ji Yun will come back from a long distance and stay in the plum forest all day.

No one knew what he was doing, but the next day he either got very drunk or fell ill under the plum tree.

No one dared to disturb him.

He was lying on the ground, his body was as cold as the snow, like a dead man, without even the ups and downs of his breathing.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground." Who was speaking, the voice was so familiar that Ji Yun dared not open his eyes.

Is he drunk, or is he dreaming?It's a bit ridiculous, even if it's a dream, Chao Song wouldn't come to his dream.

But he was still like a drowning person, clinging to the life-saving driftwood. "... You came to see me?! You don't hate me, do you?"

This dream was so beautiful, Ji Yun felt the warmth of Chao Song's wrist, he had never been so happy.

He got up from the ground, holding onto the corner of his clothes tightly, not daring to let go.He was afraid that it was fake, just a phantom of a dream, and it would disappear when he raised his head.

However, someone raised his face, his palms were warm, and he shivered.

"No one has abandoned you, why should you lock yourself in a circle? No one hates you, and no one blames you, but you haven't let yourself go."

Chao Song looked at him calmly, as always, that red dress, that waist-length hair, as if the torment of the past few years was fake, it was all a very painful nightmare he had.

Alcohol swept Ji Yun's brain, he seemed to come alive suddenly, and it seemed that he couldn't restrain the emotions that broke the embankment.

Big drops of tears rolled down, he had never cried like this.So presumptuous, so uncontrollable, tears fell like rain, and heavy drops fell on the ground, leaving deep pits.

"...How can I let myself go? How else can I live? I have nothing?! I have nothing!" Ji Yun hugged Chao Song tightly in his arms, keeping his last trace of warmth and thoughts .

Zhao Song straightened his hair, looked at the blue stubble protruding from his chin and the dark eyes.

Embarrassed, decadent, lifeless.

He doesn't know what Gu Yu is still obsessed with, but he will take him back.

"Why do you have nothing?" Chao Song held Ji Yun's hand, "You still have me."