Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

not worth. "

"You always seem to find some wonderful medicine."

Yan Wu smiled and asked if I would remember him if he died.

"My life is too long," I said, "and I have a bad memory, maybe not too long."

He muses, and only rambles when we've touched on another topic: "I wish you could remember."

We found a huge old tree in the deepest part of the jungle. It was thick enough for three people to embrace, with gnarled branches and a canopy covering the sky. Only by raising your neck up to the highest point under the tree can you barely see the whole thing.Yan Wu took out a dagger from his pocket, dropped the scabbard, and carved his name on the brown-black tree trunk.He carved it so deeply that it seemed as if he wanted to put the handle of the dagger in. The three characters "Zhu Yanwu" were carved on the old tree blankly and hollowly. That tree may live with this name for the next 100 years. until it grows into the texture of the tree.

The last two days passed quickly. In my impression at the time, everything was the same as usual. We thought we couldn't wait for the revision.In hot summer, Yan Wu and I were taking an afternoon nap in our respective rooms, only to hear a knock on the door from outside the door, I opened the door to meet me, and saw Xiuwen standing alone, his face was dark circled, and there were spots on his cheekbones. A well-dried stain with no discernible dirt or blood.He grinned and said happily, "I'm back!"

Yanwu woke up with a start, and sat in the main room. I asked Xiuwen to sit there too, and fetched a basin of water to wash his face. He happily buried his face in the basin and washed it, wiped it with a clean towel, and took a long breath. He said in a tone, "Finally he is alive."

Yan Wu said slowly, "Actually, you might as well die."

Xiuwen gave him another look, and then narrated the whole process to me.

He went this time just in time for the opponent to duel with a master. He knew that his ability was far inferior, so he hid in the nearby grass and lay down on his stomach, afraid of making any strange movements to attract attention, he did not dare to move until the duel between the two was over. After breaking up, he went up to pick up the wounded target, and stabbed the sword into the opponent's chest.

Xiuwen's eyes were unusually bright, he frowned and said to Yanwu: "I'm lucky to catch up this time, we have to run quickly."

Disgusted with martial arts, he drank tea calmly and did not talk to each other.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"It's just stupid talk, it's useless to listen to it." Yan Wu said with a smile: "Now that things have come to an end, you don't even want to run away. The forces above will never fall in broad daylight. No matter where you go, you will inevitably be caught up. , then it will be nothing but death."

"You didn't say that at the beginning! You said that as long as I go, we will run away when I come back."

"Yes, I lied to you. But so what?"

"Don't you have no choice? If I go on like this, I will only die." Xiuwen said in a hurry, and blurted out: "I am helping you to kill people!"

Yan Wu smiled, and still said in a calm tone: "It's so boring. Could it be that my revenge is for me alone, without any share for you. The blood is all on me, and you are very clean." He went back after finishing In the room, Liu Xiuwen turned around like a headless chicken with a sad face.

At dinner, I called Yan Wu to eat, and if he didn’t come out, I took the meal away. He was half leaning against the wall with a sleepy look, his hair was untied, and his clothes were loose, revealing a scarred chest. I put down the bowls and chopsticks at the bedside, and he held my wrist tightly with his head sideways. When I opened his fingers, he let go of his hand and looked me back and forth carefully.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked him.

"I want to see you again." He coughed twice, and asked again: "Me and Xiuwen, who do you like more?"

"For the time being, it's all the same, it doesn't matter if you like it or hate it."

He was relieved, and said lightly: "That's good. At least it's fair."

"As long as you don't do anything annoying."

He just smiled: "I did it for your own good, but I didn't expect you to know." His pale and slender fingers pointed at my chest, "But I want to live here, no matter how face."

He refused to say what it was.

When I walked out, I heard him sighing faintly behind me, and there was actually a kind of melancholy mood.

At night, Yan Wu didn't bring a single piece of luggage, and disappeared into the hazy dark blue mountain night alone.Xiuwen looked for him for a few days, but to no avail.A few days later, an ordinary-looking man went up the mountain and handed us a porcelain white jar with cold hands and two letters.

On the top of the text for Xiuwen is a detailed description of how to connect with subordinates, how to carry out tasks, how to communicate with the boss, and other miscellaneous matters. He gave his younger brother all the stalls he inherited from the enemy. There are four unique words at the end, in thick black written in Chinese ink—"I die and the king lives"; and the piece of paper given to me is not so much a letter as a short memo, which simply says: "Actually, since you made that suggestion to tell the truth, I have I have not lied to you. Only in front of you, I have no pretense, so I am grateful."

And with just one glance, Xiuwen was sure that the letter was from Yanwu.

We read the letter and turned our eyes to the jar.The jar is made of warm white porcelain without any blemish. It is sealed with red silk and tied with a red string. Because the red color is too dazzling against the white porcelain, it reveals a kind of enchantment.

After Xiuwen finished reading the letter, he untied the red silk with a sullen face, and as soon as he opened the can, a strong smell of blood immediately filled the whole room, and seemed to overflow from the outside, until the breeze of the whole mountain carried the scent of blood Floating in the forest.

Xiuwen suddenly screamed.

I took a closer look, and couldn't help being horrified for a moment—that lunatic actually sent a fresh blood-red human heart in a jar.

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The letter is the tone of farewell, and the people in the jar should not belong to anyone other than being disgusted with martial arts. He is always proud, and since he left the farewell letter, it is only a farewell, there is no other possibility.We couldn't find his body. In the eyes of outsiders, Xiuwen became tired of martial arts. This is the ending he arranged for the two brothers.

He forced Xiuwen to kill a powerful character for him, and lied to him to run away if he came back. This may be pity, at least Xiuwen can die cleanly, but he may come back instead, and plunge into the exhaustion of martial arts for him. The second half of his life is designed to be endlessly killing, restless, and under the control of others everywhere.This was originally his own life.

With his intelligence, there is no need to die just to rectify Xiuwen, unless he really can't survive as he said, that may be the price of the previous serious injury or the elixir he took.Thinking back to the wit in his words and the discussion with the cicadas in the woods, he seemed to know his own death well, and set up a plan for it early on, and even took out his heart and sent it to mock Xiuwen's innocence.

At this time, I realized later that Wuwu was far darker than he showed, and there might be something deeper hidden under his good-tempered and gentle appearance. I shouldn't think that his malice was only aimed at Xiuwen, and it was completely harmless to me. .If a person is completely insane, none of his behaviors can be considered normal. Besides, I can't help thinking about whether there is a price I have to pay for the elixir he gave me.

It was hot, and the heart had to be buried that day.

I chose the location. It was in the wasteland by the stream where the worm show attracted many butterflies that day and was full of annual canopy.I remember Wu Yan enjoying this trick.

Because only one pot needs to be buried, there is no need to dig a big hole, which greatly saves energy.The next day, he went to make a custom-made stone tablet. He wrote it himself and handed it over to the mason to carve it. He finished it in a few days. He carried it up the mountain and erected it in front of the grave. There is no record of his life on the day of his death.On weekdays, they are always called "Wanwu" and "Xiuwen", and I almost forgot their surnames.At this time, I noticed that his handwriting was indeed very similar to that of Yanwu.

He accepted his brother's death calmly, took care of his funeral affairs, and was very organized, unlike usual. His reticence made him seem to have grown up all of a sudden, and he became more stable.It didn't happen overnight, he's actually been growing, more or less.When I first saw him, he wasn't alive, he was just a lump of mud. Later, he became sober, took revenge, gradually got rid of his brother's oppression, and later he was able to kill himself. Now the death of martial arts is the first step in his life. The road was hard, but without any obstacles, he became a free man for the first time since he was born.From this point of view, it's not too bad.

After erecting the stele, we were sweating profusely, so we found a downstream stream to take a bath.The sun was scorching hot on our chests, and the water shimmered on the washed rocks. I thought this was the final ending, and my mind was peaceful. I didn’t feel the slightest shame about the pathfinding body, and I didn’t worry about any trivial thoughts. .

Xiuwen asked me to sit on a big rock so that he could soak my shirt in the water and wipe my back.He stood sideways facing me and wiped my shoulders to my arms.Under the sun, I saw his wheat-colored bare skin undulating smoothly like hills, and crystal drops of water fell from the light-colored hairy chest and belly, which made me subconsciously compare it with another extremely similar but not similar appearance. .

"The first time I met Wu Yan in the woods, he was seriously injured. He was about the same size as you, but thinner, with many injuries, and seemed to die at any moment. I thought he survived then. , so he won’t die easily.” I don’t think his fate is in his own hands.

Xiuwen finished wiping my two arms without saying a word, and went ashore barefoot to wipe my back.

After wiping, I asked him to sit on the rock where I had been sitting, and I wiped his body instead.I still use his wetsuit to re-wet in the water, let the cold cloth hit his skin, and do as he did for me, from the neck to the arm, the wrist, and the other hand, It seems to be taking care of a junior, or a creature close to me for a moment.

"I don't understand why he hates me so much." Xiu Wen hangs