Chiwuxing

Is it the knife mark he made himself, or is it just fragmented like duckweed, corresponding to his limited lifespan?

Fu Chen curved his lips and squeezed out a sincere smile.

"Deng Deng."

After being drowsy for a long time, two knocks on the door invaded his thoughts.Fu Chen woke up for a while, and half turned his body to look at the door. At this time, the barbarians should have gathered to swear, how could someone come to his side... a figure appeared in his heart, which made him stop and go to open the door Actions.

"Deng Deng."

The steady and unhurried voice obviously predicted that he would be awake at this time.

Fu Chen was even more sure of what he thought in his heart, but he didn't know how to act.

It's useless to panic.He staggered to his feet, stepped forward and opened the unsecured door a little bit, the cold wind whizzed through the thin crack and penetrated into his sleeves.

With a narrow field of vision, he looked straight at the person who came up with deep eyes, and it was the answer in his mind, but the young man subconsciously closed his eyes, turned his hand to close the door, leaned his head against the door, and the cold air that had just rushed into his clothes seemed to be It began to rage again, until it sent a shiver down his spine.

"You hide from me and think about the consequences."

The man's voice was the same as before, forcing the young man to stop breathing, not knowing how to make a sound.

He slowly opened the door, and didn't look at Zong Zhengxi's eyes. The eyelids were half-drawn, and his eyes were falling on the man's neatly wrapped neck. It seemed to be scalded, and he turned his eyes hastily.

"Open the door." Zong Zhengxi looked straight at him through the crack of the door and said in a deep voice.

Fu Chen opened the door wide, allowing the man to slowly enter the house wrapped in the cold wind and snow, the creaking sound of roller skating was weird and distorted.

Zong Zhengxi stopped in a narrow area at the head of the bed. When he turned his head, he saw the young man sitting with his back on the ground by the door a few feet away, letting the snow blow on him from the crack of the door that was not closed tightly, from his shoulder blades to his back. On the navy blue shirt stretched out a series of capable and tight arcs, and the pale hair on the back of the neck was dazzling.

He was rarely speechless and remained silent for a long time before Zong Zhengxi stepped forward.

The snowflakes accumulated on the young man's shoulders, and he stretched out his hand——

Before the hands touched, the young man suddenly jumped and turned around.

The speed of movement is not inferior to the opponent on the field.

Fu Chen stared straight at the ground.

Zongzheng Xi turned his hand that was stuck in the air, and put it back on his lap again.He had already suppressed the touch just a moment ago, and he had a quiet look on his face, still waiting for the young man to speak first.

"Today I..." Fu Chen frowned and hesitated.

"You did a good job today," Zong Zhengxi lowered his eyes, and continued his words, "The enemy fights with each other, which is the essence of the twin formation."

Fu Chen glanced at him absently, then lowered his head and said, "So it's like this..."

Zong Zhengxi took out a bag from nowhere, threw it at Fu Chen, Fu Chen subconsciously took it, it felt cold to the touch, and a small patch of reddish black could be seen from the mouth of the bag.

"This is..." Fu Chen didn't know why.

"Open it and have a look," the man said lightly, "You probably don't know him."

Fu Chen opened the mouth of the bag, and there were dark red berries in the cloth bag. Unknown emotions surged in his heart, and he subconsciously thought of the taste of the fruit in his memory, but inexplicably, there was a sour feeling between his lips and teeth: "... Min?"

The man is noncommittal.

Fu Chen hugged the bag tightly, and said shyly, "Thank you."

Shan Ren has the effect of nourishing blood and nourishing the body. He was trapped in the mountains and forests when he was a child. Every summer, he often traveled in the mountains to find and pick them.Later, when he was trapped in the valley with the man, he also picked this kind of wild fruit among the various wild fruits he picked. I don't know how he found that he prefers this kind.

Zong Zhengxi's eyes locked on him, and when he noticed the young man's gaze passing by occasionally, his mind moved slightly, and he approached him a little bit.

He watched the young man bow his head and take a step back instantly, with an unknown curve on his lips, squinting his eyes and said solemnly: "You are a person who is not even afraid of death, are you afraid of this?"

This... which one?

Subconsciously, Fu Chen raised his head to inquire, and saw the man's right hand raised slightly, with his index finger placed under his jaw and neck.Even though the stand-up collar is wrapped tightly, a little dark red mark can be discerned on the side upon closer inspection. Others may not care about it, but he knows how it got there.For a split second, he wanted to go over and take a look at the situation, but was startled by this passing thought, and immediately closed his eyes.

"...I'm sorry," Fu Chenxiu's stubborn black eyebrows were also furrowed, and his usual rough voice was distorted, "I...was unconscious that day, not on purpose."

"I know," Zong Zhengxi looked at him firmly, and answered in a low voice, "Did I blame you for this matter? Why are you hiding from me?"

Thousands of miles away, a crack appeared on the frozen lake.

Listening to his pressing questions, Fu Chen was stunned, bewildered, nervous, at a loss... all kinds of entangled thoughts, he couldn't figure it out, let alone how to respond.

After a long time, Zong Zhengxi suppressed the emotions that had just been revealed for a moment, and said in a serious voice: "You come out with me, and I will take you to a place."

"...Okay." Fu Chen sniffed and replied.

He went out with Zong Zhengxi, and the night gradually spread, covering the sky.The strong wind gradually raged, mixed with the merciless scratching of snowflakes.

The young man fell behind the man a few steps away, and followed without haste.

With Fu Chen behind him, he was able to look directly at the man so majestically.

It seems that this is not the first time he looked at Zong Zhengxi's back like this. He was the one who sat alone under the jade steps among the courtiers in Wang Guanmian's clothes. Later, he was the one who fell down in the valley next to the dead body in his ragged clothes. Also him.Today, this person who has long been wiped out from the history books and people's words meets him again in a different place. An invisible thread connects the time when he, an irrelevant and humble person, intersects with him. Connecting many people—living, dead, friends, those who meet by chance, those who are open-minded, those who are in a thousand layers of city... Behind the shadow that he can't see, there are already countless thoughts and branches that grow It is constantly breeding and intermingling.He didn't know if what he was doing now was really what he wanted, or if he was just like before, a bunch of sprouts on the branches of others, and with a little whipping, he could grow in the opposite direction according to what he did.

For more than 20 years, a big dream is like living in vain. In this world of mortals, I don't understand anything.

"What are you thinking?" A deep voice suddenly brought Fu Chen back to reality. He suddenly realized that he, who was originally behind Zong Zhengxi, had walked to the side flush with him at some point. If he didn't make a sound, he would stop Calling, it is bound to move forward.

"I just thought of some old people and old things." Fu Chen responded with a smile.

He realized that the man stopped at the same spot for a long time after hearing this, and after a long while, he turned the wheel again and led the way.

Fu Chen took a deep breath and stepped up to keep up. The forest was dark and quiet at night, but there seemed to be little yellow lights and distant noises in the distance: "That is... barbarians worshiping ancestors?"

"That's right," Zongzheng Xi said, "400 years ago, the first ancestor attacked the Hu and Qiang tribes in the north, and all the soldiers who went to the expedition were slaughtered."

Fu Chen choked for breath, and turned to whisper: "The barbarian has not extinguished this hatred after a hundred years, which is already awe-inspiring and respectable."

"Then how do you think the ancestors of the Yan Kingdom should judge the merits and demerits of this move?"

This question seems to be familiar, someone asked him a similar question before, but the current situation is different, so the answer should be another aspect.

Fu Chen thought about it: "...I just know that if the Hu people and the Yan people were switched positions, the Hu people would also not show mercy to the Yan army."

The man is silent.

"...Fall Yan... Fuzu!" The aftermath of shouts that seem to be far away, but also close to each other, spread here, and have been dissipated by the air-conditioning into the whispers of mosquitoes.

Fu Chen looked at the lonely lights that were getting closer, and suddenly realized that the wind and snow had not stopped tonight, and the branches were covered with crystal white snow rime.But the firelight in the crowd in the distance is warm and hot, and the heat can be captured from such a long distance, just like the scorching sun he has been familiar with since childhood.

Presumably the barbarian used a paper cloth to cover the fire, Fu Chen thought.But I am also amazed at the courageous perseverance of the barbarian people who endured the freezing gathering outside on a snowy night, and rather condensed the flames of hatred under the snow. Generation after generation, they will continue to struggle against the centuries-old events.

He walked more and more hurriedly, as if he wanted to chase after the warm fire.

A hand suddenly came to his waist from the front, Fu Chen was taken aback, looked down at Zong Zhengxi, and said, "What's wrong?"

"Where are you going?"

Fu Chen was stunned: "Aren't you going to follow the barbarians to the ancestor worship ceremony?"

"When did I say I was going there?" Zongzheng Xi said coldly, "They are now full of hatred, and I will keep you slaughtered as a sacrifice for them as soon as you arrive there. I may not be able to protect you."

"...Yes," Fu Chenxiao realized his identity, and replied, "Where are you going then?"

Zong Zhengxi didn't answer, but turned left into the forest.

He followed the figure of the man closely, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart. After all, he had been hiding in the mountains and forests for a long time when he was young, and his relationship with Yandi was weak, but this man was in the royal line of Yan Kingdom, so why did he fall into the position of avoiding both sides? situation.

Fu Chen followed Zong Zhengxi into a low forest valley adjacent to it, and the small hillside was piled up with stones, and it was the Aobao that Hu Qiang used to commemorate the martyrs.

Fu Chen followed him around, and had already confused his original direction.Just as he was about to catch up quickly, he saw the person in front of him suddenly stop. He stepped to the side, and what he saw was a much smaller Obo on the valley stone ground than he had just seen, not so much like the unique Hu people. Aobao, rather, is more like the tombs of the Yan people.

Fu Chen's heart stopped for a moment, the man obviously didn't say anything, and he didn't find a word mark on this rough pile of stones... But it was like a telepathic connection, he almost immediately realized what it was, I know all kinds of meanings of men.

"Boom."

There was a dull sound in the snow.

The young man bent his knees, and the icy thick snow immediately stuck to the cloth between the young man's knees, absorbing the heat in it.

Fu Chen propped his eyes, stared at the pile of oboes of different sizes and colors with an extremely strong gaze, and said in a low voice: "...my son is not filial."

The man's palms on his knees closed secretly, and his joints cracked.

"A son who is not filial...the closest relatives are in front of him, but he can still be deceived by the adulterer's nonsense. This felony...later, he even threatened to kill, and he refused to save him.

The young man's complexion was bleeding, and his veins were agitated.The nails on the fingertips were deeply sunken in the palm, and there was a red liquid dripping between the fingers.

"...and then digging up the grave for an autopsy..." Fu Chen stared straight at the stone pile, his eyes tearing apart, "... disturbing your life under the spring... this is the third most serious crime..."

"There are three serious crimes above. I know that I can't forgive you. I don't dare to ask you to return to my family... I was harmed by an adulterer before, so I don't have much life now. I should be reincarnated in heaven, and the retribution is not good... All I want for the rest of my life is to eradicate rape and punish evil on my own, and to avenge all old grievances for you."

The young man closed his eyes reverently, bowed his head and kowtowed three times.

It's like Mount Tai pressing on the back. Every time I kowtow, I lie on the ground for a long time, as if I fell down and can't get up again.

The denomination was stuck on the mountain snow, and the cold wind was blowing, and it was bitingly cold, but he got the pleasure of relief that had accumulated for a long time.

"...Thinking about it...one retaliation for one retribution...the regret that you abandoned my mother and child at the beginning...I will leave it to you to explain to my mother slowly...in this life, it is the son who has done too much to blame, so he should repay it with his life Of……"

He knelt down without moving, his eyes were fixed on the front side, he didn't know how much time had passed, just like a thick night, it would only become darker and darker, never passing by, never ending.For a long time, until there was the sound of approaching wheels rubbing behind him, Fu Chen burst out of his memory, remembering that there was still a person behind him.

There was a sudden warmth on his back, which made him think that he was delusional again, and he lowered his head slowly, only to catch a glimpse of a black fur coat draped behind him.Fu Chen's lips trembled, he couldn't tell what it was like, his eyes were fixed in front of him, and he said in a hoarse voice: "My sins... are what I deserve."

The hand on the shoulder did not move back, Fu Chen heard the man say: "It may not be entirely your fault if you did it unintentionally."

For some reason, Fu Chen felt an urge to laugh. Such words didn't seem to come from Zong Zhengxi's mouth, but his heart was even more sour. He responded speechlessly, and slowly shook his head.

Zong Zhengxi looked at the young man's movements, turned his voice into a deep voice, and said, "I never show mercy to others, but I just remind you not to go in the wrong direction, the gain outweighs the loss."

Fu Chen was dazed, lowered his eyes, and asked a doubt he had kept in his heart for a long time: "...to you... who is he?"

"Both father and brother." Zong Zhengxi answered firmly, briefly and forcefully.

Fu Chen continued to bow his head in silence. After a long time, he turned his head slightly, glanced at the people around him, and pursed his lips.

Zong Zhengxi seemed to be aware of what was going on in his heart, a strange look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he squinted and said in a low voice, "I didn't ask you—"

"Your Majesty, Jia Sheng's status was originally humble. In the past, he would not have dared to cling to him." Fu Chen tilted his head, his scarlet eyes filled with sincerity and sincerity. It is of some use, and I wish to respect Your Highness as a father and brother, and do my best to assist His Highness in planning and raising incidents together."

Zong Zhengxi just stared at him, but didn't respond.

Fu Chen didn't show any signs of frustration either, he relieved himself a bit and said in a low voice, "You were right just now."

"...This time...really..." The young man's straight and slender eyebrows were all drawn together, contradictory and painful, "...I swear to God..."

"You don't have to swear to the sky," Zong Zhengxi rarely cut off his words, "you only need to swear to me."

The young man closed his eyes, and the man held his hand from the bottom up. The cold black leather glove could feel a greasy touch in the harsh wind. The man gently opened his palm, took the handkerchief and gently Wipe off the blood beads on it, and then tie a small knot.

"You went to the pine forest every day for half a month, thinking I didn't know?" Zong Zhengxi leaned over slightly, and whispered in his ear.

"I know," Fu Chen didn't dare to look at him, "I know too...you know."

"You have always been like this, and you don't wait for others to do it. How long do you think you can hold on?"

"It's the most stupid thing to do to risk your life by self-destruction."

The tense tone that is rare for men has a hint of sincerity.Sweet words can often drown people's hearts, but sincere proverbs are hard to hear.

Fu Chen can't remember for a long time, since he was eight years old and his mother was separated forever, who else has shown such blunt care for him, maybe there are, but there are still hypocrisy beyond the heart of the belly. It will easily make him fall into it.

"Can I trust you...?" Fu Chen murmured.

"You don't need to trust anyone anymore." Zong Zhengxi straightened his body, stared at his trembling lips, and said in a deep voice, "but if you want to achieve something, you can come to me at any time, and I will let you use it."

"Your Highness is like this...does he no longer care about past and old grievances with me?" Fu Chen's heart was shocked, and he said cautiously.

Nostril tipped lightly, with a faint smile but no smile lines, Zong Zhengxi said flatly, "What grudge do I have against you?"

Fu Chen lowered his head and pulled his left hand out of the man's hand, and put it on his right fist. When he leaned forward, he shook off a layer of falling snow on his shoulders. Sincerely, I would like to dedicate to—”

The young man suddenly paused, raised his eyes slightly, and seemed to be struggling with something.

"...I have no father to teach since I was a child, no brother or sister," Fu Chen gritted his teeth, "If you don't mind, Jia Sheng is also willing to treat him like a father and brother... I would like to dedicate my brother's sincerity and sincerity."

Zong Zhengxi looked at him fixedly, his voice was also tinged with difficulty due to the cold, and said: "I was never so commensurate with him when he was around. If you have a plan in mind, you don't have to care about these vain words."

"Besides, everyone in Huxun knows that you and I didn't know each other before. Don't cause trouble because of this. It will do you no good...'Chasa' originally means teacher in Hu dialect. If you really want to change your name, follow the Hu people It’s okay to call it that.”

"...Okay, I didn't think about it." Fu Chen lowered his brows and responded. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the man's current name:

Revenge, day.

He felt weird when he heard it for the first time, and he also had an unknown feeling of being hit by a heavy object.

Fu Chen is no longer willing to ask deep down about the origin and meaning of this name. He doesn't know when, he doesn't know when he has established an inexplicable tacit understanding with Zong Zhengxi. It's just two words, and no more words of explanation are needed. I have been able to deeply understand the indescribable and indescribable emotions.

Fu Chen tilted his head, turned his gaze to the stone obo again, and said, "I won't be returning tonight...it's cold and windy, you'd better go back and rest earlier."

"Don't worry about me." Zong Zhengxi's eyes also fell on the stone pile, and his tone was as cold as the cold wind.

On a snowy and windy night, the lonely figure of the young man is accompanied by a figure sitting alone. The dark black clothes of the two are covered with rustling and white snow, which also turns into a natural and sudden brightness in the dark night.

Fu Chen lowered his head and closed his eyes, fine icicles hung on his eyelashes, his exposed cheeks and neck were all bloodless, so pale that he seemed to have lost all vitality.The body that seemed to fall down at the first blow of the wind knelt stiffly and became a pine pole between the sky and the snow.

Hardly able to bear the coldness, Fu Chen clenched his fists, and forcibly stopped his body that was about to shiver, but with just a slight movement, a few flakes of snow were still brought down.

Zong Zhengxi looked at it sideways, then took out an object from his bosom, turned it around with his fingertips, and raised his hand to the young man's lips.

Enveloped in the warmth of body temperature and the rare sweetness of the berries, the juice slipped in from between the lips, and the young man who was already starving and stagnant subconsciously opened his mouth to gnaw with the guidance of memory and instinct.

Fu Chen struggled to open his eyelashes. In his blurred vision, he could see the dark red berries hanging on the black leather gloves. The exposed flesh was bright red, as thick as plasma dripping out, which immediately touched a string in his heart.

"Cough...cough cough..." Fu Chen coughed for a while, and the red stars that he swallowed in his mouth scattered on the snow, "...I'm sorry..."

The young man coughed hoarsely and was embarrassed, his swaying body shook off the snow stains, crumbling and overwhelmed.

The man stretched out his hand to hold his palm tightly, put his two fingers on the acupoints on his wrist, a source of heat flowed out from the junction of the two, the hot and cold suddenly collided alternately, the young man shivered subconsciously, and then gradually relaxed, slowly Slowly accept the scorching heat that spreads in your body.

Too warm and too hot, for him, it is a sudden burst of heat in the cold winter that has been leaking for a long time. He feels the freshness that he has not seen for a long time, and he is even more at a loss.

In a trance, he traveled back to the time when he was in Mengshan, and the man was carrying his back.The warmth on the back of his neck at that time was a nostalgia he would only admit later.Even he himself hadn't thought about how much he regretted not being willing to take a longer journey in the rain when the news of King Yu's death was passed on.

It was hot and painful.

The temperature made him tremble a little, the corners of his eyes were sour, and he couldn't help but ooze fluid.

The wide and solid snow covered the obo piled with earth and rocks, covered its sharp edges and corners, and wrapped it thickly into a small snow bag.

The whistling sound raged above the sky, bent down and rushed straight into the world, and finally, it just disappeared in the thick snow and deep white.

You buried rocks and buried bones in mud, and I sent the world full of snow.