Chu Lang

Before I met him, I never thought that I would wait for a child to grow up.

When I was young, I witnessed changes in my family, and I became reluctant to trust others. I also understood the truth that disasters come from the mouth, so I seldom communicated with others.For me, worldly turmoil and sophistication are far worse than the breeze in the mountains and the bright moon on the river.At least, all things in nature do not have the intention of harming others.

When I was 12 years old, I went to Qinghe Mountain with His Highness the Fifth Highness, and accompanied him to study and practice martial arts.

Teacher and father wanted to take me into the family, but when I was young, I had a teacher in Ye Ting, he was the son of a former general, he was picked on, and his martial arts were useless, but he took pity on me and passed on all the martial arts handed down to him. I.I can have the opportunity to walk out of Yeting in the future, and I have to thank him for his kindness.

The teacher and my father knew that I had a teacher, so they didn't force me any more, and only let me study with His Highness.

There are no Jiazi in the mountains. When I left, the young boy I followed had grown into a handsome young man.

Returning to Jinling City again, I am no longer the cheapest criminal slave in Yeting, but the most trusted right-hand man of the Fifth Highness.

I always remember that day.

It seemed that there was a light rain that day, and the smoke and mist still permeated the path paved with bluestone slabs. Passers-by walking from the opposite side could not see it clearly.

I was ordered to go out of the city to do errands, and I have just returned to my residence at this time.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard wall, I saw a child squatting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the corner of the courtyard, sobbing, rubbing his red eyes like a rabbit.

Because it is spring, there are only green leaves on the laurel tree, shaking in the mist, with a few drops of dew hanging.

"Who are you?" His Highness the Fifth Highness had just returned to court, and the Fourth Prince helped to find the place to live. There were no servants in the yard, so I was wary of strange children who appeared out of thin air.

The child was obviously frightened by me, as if he had been discovered by someone who had done something bad, he trembled all over, stood up hastily, and honestly explained his origin.

"I, my name is Qingsong, I was sent by His Highness the Fourth Highness yesterday." The tears in the corners of his eyes have not been wiped away, and his voice is still a little hoarse.

He looked about eleven or twelve years old. He was not tall, with drooping round eyes and baby fat on his face. He was looking at me uneasily. He was not so much a small green pine tree. It would be more appropriate to say that it was a white rabbit that had just escaped from the claws of a hound.

"Why are you crying?"

In fact, I probably know the reason.Normal children would feel uneasy when they left their familiar environment and were sent to strangers at a young age.

I also cried when I first arrived in Yeting, but I stopped crying because crying is useless.

To live is what is really meaningful.

He wiped away his tears with his little hand, straightened his waist like a puff, and said to me: "I didn't cry." Then he ran away without a trace.

At that time, I only thought he was cute. Before that, I thought the monkeys on the mountain were cute, the yellow dogs raised in Tang Dynasty were cute, and the long-tailed magpies parked in the bamboo forest were cute, but I never thought that human beings could be summed up in two words.

Not long after, I followed His Highness to Changsha, but he was still young and was left in Jinling.

I'm a warrior, I don't like dancing and writing, and I basically don't remember much of the books I read on Qinghe Mountain.But there are only two poems, which I remember very firmly.

——By relying on Jun Mo's words to seal the marquis' affairs, one general will succeed and all bones will die.

When I really stood on the battlefield on a horse, I knew that I would never forget these two poems in my life. in the soul.

The battlefield is turbulent, and life and death are often changing rapidly, and even the Fifth Royal Highness of Tianhuang Guizhou is not immune.

When I watched Tang Zhong in the military tent shaking his hands and trying his best to heal His Highness, I suddenly thought of the little rabbit far away in Jinling.If he knew that His Highness had suffered such a serious injury, he would hide in a corner and cry secretly again.

After the class teacher returned to the court, I saw him again. I didn't expect him to grow taller, and he jumped tall all of a sudden—although he was still a small one in my opinion.My name is Mo Zhu, but where I am bamboo, he is clearly bamboo.Because only bamboo can grow from small shoots to young bamboo overnight.

He was so happy to see me back, he surrounded me and called "Brother Mo Zhu" for a long time.

Where there are people, there are always intrigues, which is one of the most important reasons why I hate humans.The crown prince died early, and the two princes took over the throne. His Highness the Fifth Highness inevitably became a fish in the pond. It didn't take long for us to leave Jinling and go to Chang'an.

The life in the Beili Posthouse is actually quite good. Although there is no leisurely life on the mountain and far away from disputes, there are no conspiracies and schemes around that need to be guarded from time to time.

His Highness always goes out with Tang Zhong, and rarely takes Qingsong and me with him.

The two of us stayed in the inn all day long, but he didn't think I was bored. He thought of novel and fun ways to let me play with him.

Once on a whim, he insisted on pulling me to wrestle with him.

I really want to tell him that my hand is the hand holding the gun, he is a half-sized doll, even if I let him, he is no match for me.

But when he blinked a pair of innocent drooping eyes and looked at me expectantly, I nodded in agreement with him.

His hands are small, with thin fingers, and the fingertips are slightly cool.Like a kitten's paw.

When he held me together, I became anxious for no reason.

Why is he still so young, why hasn't he grown up yet?

I don't want to hear him call me Brother Mo Zhu in a childish voice.

I want to hear him call me Mo Lang with a slightly magnetic boyish voice like His Highness and Tang Zhong.

As long as he can call me that once, I can die for him.

The vine of desire grows with him in my heart, and every inch he grows, the desire entangles an extra foot with his teeth and claws.

Later, on the night of early spring, I held His Majesty the Fifth Highness who was pregnant with the child, and heard him express emotion to me, feeling very sad.

His Highness also told me that I don't understand feelings.

Yes, I don't understand, not at all.

In Ye Ting, I learned how to fight, how to talk less, how to make trouble less, and how to live.Later, on the mountain, I also learned benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, and knew what is the way of Confucius and Mencius.

But no one has ever taught me how to love someone.

I was almost [-] years old at that time, but I still couldn't learn how to like others, I don't think I would learn it in this life.

But Qingsong is different.He is innocent and kind, with the most sincere love and hate, he loves passionately and hates frankly.In the future, he will also meet a boy who is similar to his age and also as white as paper. They will love, know each other, and stay together.

And me?I'll probably be alone all the time, carefully hiding thoughts I shouldn't have about him.

Even if it is a sapling, there will always be a day when it will flourish, not to mention that my little tree is not a plant, but a living person?

He has finally grown up.She still has round eyes, and the baby fat on her cheeks doesn't seem to want to fade away.The corners of his eyes and brows also began to be frosted, with melancholy.

Looking at the slightly protruding Adam's apple in his neck, I finally understood that I would never be willing to stay by his side silently.My greedy heart is far scarier than I imagined.

I want to see him laugh, but I want to see him cry even more.

That night I finally worked up the courage to follow him and reveal to him the secret I had buried for years.

I deliberately spoke casually.Because I know that I am an unfortunate person, everything I long for will come to naught, and I can only have a chance to get it if I pretend not to want it.

Maybe it was God's favor, I finally, finally, got him.

Like a big dream in the Dragon Palace.

I never expected that such a good thing would happen in my dark and boundless life.

The corners of his eyes were red, and it was not known whether it was sweat or tears that slid across his face. On the creaky bed, he whispered softly next to my ear: "Mo Lang."

I helped him clean up his body, looked at the traces on his body that belonged only to me, and finally understood what love is.

I want to treat him well for the rest of my life, I won't let him cry to anyone but me, I want him to be happy like a teenager forever.

But I broke my promise.

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The surging river flooded a lonely boat, and took away the last trace of concern in Mo Zhu's heart.

Mo Zhu straddled his horse and galloped, holding a three-foot green spear in his hand, and charged into the crowd of killers in night clothes.

The killers sent by Chu Chen surrounded him. They probably knew that they had no way to return with Chu Yue's head, so they poured all their hatred on Mo Zhu.

No one could believe that Mo Zhu could leave alive, not even Mo Zhu himself.

With the last of his consciousness, he swallowed the pill that Chu Yue threw to him with difficulty.

The assassins got the order and scattered back.

The sun has risen, and there are a few egrets hovering between the sky and the earth.

An old man stepped barefoot on the blood-soaked ground, carried black bamboo on his shoulders, and led him away from Jiangtou, where a scene of turmoil had just ended.

"I want to go." These were the first words Mo Zhu said when he woke up.

Lu Feng pushed him back to the bed, and said, "I saved you with great difficulty, was it easy for me? What about you, you just woke up and left, did you take my old ways seriously?"

Mo Zhu didn't say a word anymore, he got up by himself, he pulled his wound when he got up, he gasped, but he still didn't lie down obediently, instead he wanted to leave even more firmly.

Lu Feng held him down and said, "At least the injury is healed, and you can go wherever you want after the injury is healed. How much effort did I waste to save you? Can you respect the fruits of my labor?"

Mo Zhu glanced at him and asked, "Where are you now?"

"The outskirts of Jinling." Lu Feng gave him a hard look.

Mo Zhu raised his head and looked out the window, there were some crimson cannon paper scattered in the courtyard, flying randomly with the wind.

"Chinese New Year?" Mo Zhu asked.

Seeing that he finally didn't plan to get out of bed, Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's already over, and it's almost fifteen."

"I can't watch the lights with him this year."

"Who?" Lu Feng asked.

Mo Zhu didn't answer, and stared out of the window in a daze.

After more than half an hour, he spoke again: "I want to write a letter and send it to Chang'an."

In Chang'an City, Qingsong held a small piece of paper and wept bitterly.

Xiaojian only wrote a few words - "Wait for me to go home"