The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"Don't worry...Mu Qiu, even if you forget those things, someone will always remember them for you."

Song Zichen felt sore and warm in his heart, he held the armrest a little harder, tried his best to suppress the choking in his voice, smiled and said softly: "Furthermore, you just forgot something, you don't delay anything, you should bully me Just bully me, what's wrong?"

Mu Qiu didn't speak immediately, but just nodded slightly, responded very lightly, turned sideways and twirled a piece of pear blossom that fell on his lapel.

The two walked slowly among the pear blossoms for a while, neither of them spoke, but neither of them was in a hurry to speak.It was not until the end was reached that Mu Qiu finally raised his hand to stop the wheelchair, fixed his eyes on the falling flowers, and said in a gentle and confused tone, "So—is there really that person?"

Song Zichen's heart tightened inexplicably, and he subconsciously said, "...what?"

"I always feel that there is something missing here, as if there was only one person in it, but now there is nothing, and it always feels empty."

Mu Qiu raised his hand to press his chest, his long and slender fingers were sickly pale, he clenched the small piece of clothing with a little force, and then slowly relaxed: "But when I saw you, when I was talking and doing things with you, But I feel that this person does not exist, and there is nothing to be attached to..."

"Mu Qiu—"

Song Zichen's heart was full of sadness and joy for a moment, and he called out in a hoarse voice, forced himself to suppress the violent turbulence, and forced a smile: "How can there be such a person, you have been with me all the time, and I haven't seen anything People have entered your eyes..."

"Is there really no one?"

Mu Qiu didn't seem to doubt his words, looked at him gently for a while, then smiled helplessly, shook his head lightly and said: "Maybe it's just that I forgot too many things, so I can't help but feel uneasy. Thanks to you Now, otherwise I’m afraid I’m really going to panic.”

"Are you going to panic too?"

Song Zichen turned around and wiped the water from his eyes, and joked with a smile, on the way back when he pushed the wheelchair back: "When you were young, you didn't seem to panic, no matter how big things happened, you always had a way..."

"But it's all just pretending. I'm already panicking enough in my heart. If I panic on the surface again, won't everyone know it?"

Mu Qiu didn't want to hide it from him, and answered with a calm smile.Song Zichen's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and he stopped subconsciously: "Really? I really always thought that you were calm in the face of danger, and that Mount Tai collapsed on your face without changing your face—"

"Everyone will panic. It's nothing more than whether the most precious thing in their hearts is in danger. If it really touches the pain, who will not panic?"

Mu Qiu smiled and shook his head slightly, pushed the wheelchair forward for a while, but suddenly turned into a small path, frowned slightly and quietly looked at the situation in front of him: "I seem to remember this place... "

"Do you have any impression of this place?"

Song Zichen couldn't help being slightly stunned, took a few steps quickly to follow him, and looked around blankly: "To tell you the truth, I haven't been here for a few days, so I don't even know where this is..."

"You dare to push me out if you don't know me, and you're not afraid that the two of us won't go back?"

Mu Qiu teased him with a smile, turned the wheelchair forward slowly, and looked at the forest carefully, his expression gradually became serious.

Maybe it's because these days are too relaxed, Song Zichen hasn't seen such a dignified look on his face for a long time.My heart subconsciously tightened, and I quickly stepped forward and said: "Mu Qiu, don't think about it, you will have a headache—"

"Sansheng Wangchuan doesn't make people forget the pain. You only get a headache when you think of those happy and happy memories. The memories I have here are probably not good things..."

Mu Qiu shook his head slightly, replied slowly, and raised his hand to caress the tree trunk in a daze.His brows were gradually furrowed, and there was a thoughtful solemnity in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, there is such a layer, Song Zichen's heart tightened suddenly, and some ominous premonition came out of nowhere, and he subconsciously took a step forward: "Mu Qiu—"

"I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Mu Qiu shook his head slightly, and tightened his hand holding the tree trunk slightly, but his eyes did not fall on him, he just lowered his eyes and said, "Chen'er...are you the prince?"

After he asked this sentence, Song Zichen suddenly shuddered, and his throat was inexplicably dry.

I have almost forgotten the things in this life, and Mu Qiu's memories are probably from the previous life.The painful memories he had here could only be about Song Zixuan.

But how should he answer—if he doesn't admit it, it's impossible to hide it from that person.But once he admits that he is the prince, how can he explain the entanglement between the two of them in the past and present with the current Mu Qiu?

"I'm sure that's not what you did..."

Mu Qiu sighed very lightly, shook his head and smiled helplessly, and suddenly changed the topic by himself, without further questioning: "Okay, Chen'er, it doesn't matter. I just asked casually, you don't have to take it to heart. "

"Mu Qiu, don't do this—"

Song Zichen felt extremely depressed in his heart, and hastily grabbed the man's arm, his throat was filled with suffocation: "What do you want to ask, and what do you think of, please tell me carefully, so that there is no misunderstanding Otherwise, one of you and I will suffer, and even neither of us will be able to escape..."

Mu Qiu frowned slightly, looked at him quietly for a while, then nodded slightly and said: "You're right, but my misunderstanding will only increase... If I tell you, will you believe me?"

He just asked inadvertently, but Song Zichen's heart tightened suddenly, and he opened his mouth with difficulty, with a look of unconcealable pain in his eyes.

He really didn't believe in Mu Qiu, the man was reborn, but he never asked him this question.

He only wanted to make Mu Qiu forget about those entangled pasts, but he never thought about whether Mu Qiu's state was in this life or in the past after forgetting all these.

Three Lives and Forgotten Rivers - it won't make people forget the pain...

Seemingly aware of his strangeness, Mu Qiu had some concern in his eyes, held his arm and said slowly: "Okay, I won't ask any more, don't be sad..."

"No—Mu Qiu, just say...no matter what you say, I will believe it."

Song Zichen held that hand instead, shook his head vigorously, and spoke in a hoarse voice almost every word.

This is the eternal scar in his heart - he always wanted to go back to the beginning and say this sentence to that person.He thought that there would never be such an opportunity again, but he unexpectedly got such a result by mistake.

Mu Qiu looked at him quietly for a while, then finally nodded slightly, lowered his eyes and spoke slowly.

"In my memory, I was besieged here... I can't remember exactly why I came here, I just remember that I want to find someone, this idea is stronger than anything else However, the besiegers were the personal guards of the Prince's Mansion. I was defeated by myself, and they severely injured me here. —'Because you and I are brothers, Gu will let you go once, and if there is a next time, I will never forgive you lightly'."

Song Zichen felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and his hands suddenly trembled violently.

He only thought of using his brother as an excuse, and there was always an excuse to take care of Mu Qiu, but he didn't expect that there was such a layer.

In the current situation, if he didn't explain everything, he might not be able to resolve the misunderstanding at all.But if he explained everything clearly, what's the point of making Mu Qiu forget all this...

"Okay, okay, I know that person is not you. If it was really you, I wouldn't have my life to live to this day."

Mu Qiu spoke in a warm voice, raised her hand to gently caress the top of his forehead, rubbed it twice slowly, and there was a bit of helpless tenderness in her eyes: "Chen'er, don't be afraid..."

"Mu Qiu..."

How could Song Zichen not feel afraid, called out in a hoarse voice, panted and knelt down in front of his knees, and hugged the man's thin body tightly.

Mu Qiu quietly let him hold him, patiently patted him on the back, smiled softly and said: "I just suddenly lost my mind at that moment... Thinking about it later, the person who said that was older than me The minutes are bigger. Could it be that other than you, has anyone else lived in the Prince's Mansion?"

"Yes—there are..."

Finally found an excuse that seemed to make sense, Song Zichen nodded with difficulty, forced himself to speak: "Yes... third brother, he used to be a prince, but was relegated by his father..."

"No wonder...it's not something you can't say, why are you so scared?"

Mu Qiu smiled helplessly, rubbed the top of his forehead, and patted him twice comfortingly: "Okay, I'm still like a half-grown child, so timid - even if it was really you who did it, I'm your elder brother, so why don't you just die?"

"Even if I do something like that, are you willing to forgive me?"

Song Zichen's heart was still filled with bitterness, he smiled with difficulty, and responded with a very low voice.

Naturally, he had never done such a thing—but the pain he inflicted on Mu Qiu in his previous life was never worse than these.

Thinking of the stupid things he had done, he felt very sad.He didn't even know that Mu Qiu broke into the prince's mansion alone because of him. At that time, the man was probably poisoned into his lungs and there was no cure. If he dragged his body to such a terrible thing, what was going on in his heart? feeling?

"Yes, no matter what you do, I will always forgive you."

Mu Qiu looked at him gently, and spoke every word, with a rare calmness in his tone, as firm as an oath.

"I don't know why, and I don't know where this idea came from—but it is clearer than any memory, and maybe even if it is reincarnated from generation to generation, it will never be erased..."