Article 252

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Their fate is thin.

The heavy stone gate of the Shuangtian Temple opened slowly.

Just like in the previous life, Xue Zhengyi carried a sheepskin wine bag full of shochu, and walked heavily to Mo Ran's side, sitting on the ground, shoulder to shoulder with him.

"I heard that you are here, and uncle is here to accompany you."

Xue Zhengyi's leopard eyes were also red, showing that he had just cried not long ago.

"Come and accompany him too."

Mo Ran didn't speak, Xue Zhengyi unscrewed the jug, drank a few sips, then stopped suddenly, wiped his face, forced a smile and said: "I used to drink, and Yuheng saw it. Always unhappy, now... oh, forget it, let’s not talk, let’s not talk. I am not too old, but the old people who are sent away one after another. Ran’er, do you know what it feels like?”

"..."

The ink burns down the eyes.

Xue Zhengyi also asked him this question in his previous life.

At that time, he only had the withered flesh and blood of Shi Mei in his eyes, so what was the life and death of other people? He doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand.

But now, how could he not understand?

Before rebirth, he stood alone, and he was the only one left in the huge Wushan Temple.

One day, he woke up from a light sleep and dreamed of the old school under Yuheng's school. After waking up, he wanted to go back to his dormitory, but he opened the door and walked in. The small student room has been deserted for a long time. dusty.

He saw a small smoker overturned, but he didn't know who knocked it over and when it was knocked over. He picked up the smoker and subconsciously wanted to put it back in its original place.

But the time was rushing, he held the small stove, and suddenly froze.

"Where was this stove originally placed?"

He doesn't remember.

Falcon-like gazes flicked over the crowd following behind him, but those people all had blurred faces, and he couldn't even tell who was Zhang San and who was Li Si.

And they naturally didn't know where in the room Dijun's incense burner was placed when he was young.

"Where was this stove originally placed?"

He doesn't remember, but those who can remember such past events are all dead and scattered.

How could Mo Ran not understand Xue Zhengyi's feelings at this time.

"Sometimes I suddenly think of a joke when I was young, and I say it unconsciously, but I find that there is no one who can understand this joke."

Xue Zhengyi took another sip of wine, lowered his head and smiled.

"Your father, those comrades in the past... your master..."

He shattered light and asked, "Ran'er, do you know why this mountain is called ahhh?"

Mo Ran understood what he was going to say, but he was upset right now, and he didn't want to listen to Xue Zhengyi talking about his dead father again, so he said: "I know. Uncle cried here."

"Ah..." Xue Zhengyi was taken aback, blinked slowly, and there was a deep mark at the end of his tail, "Did your aunt tell you?"

"Ok."

Xue Zhengyi wiped away his tears and took a deep breath: "Okay, okay, then you know, what uncle wants to tell you is that if you feel uncomfortable, you can just cry, it's okay. A man has tears for the king, so don't be ashamed."

The ink burned but never shed tears, perhaps because the two lives have passed, the heart is as hard as iron, compared to the heart-piercing when the teacher passed away, the current self is so calm. So calm that he even felt his heart skip a beat at his own numbness. He didn't know that he was so cold.

After drinking the wine and sitting for a while, Xue Zhengyong got up. I don't know if his legs were numb after kneeling for a long time, or he staggered a little from drinking too much.

His broad hand patted Mo Ran's shoulder: "Although the sky crack is repaired, who is behind the scenes has not yet been found out. Maybe this thing is over like this, or maybe there will be a second battle soon Ran'er, let's go down the mountain to eat something, don't starve to death."

After he said that, he turned and walked away.

It was night at this time, and a waning moon was hanging high outside the Frost Sky Palace. Xue Zhengyi was stepping on the snow that would not melt all year round, carrying half a pot of turbid wine, and his rough voice like a broken gong sang a tune, singing about Shu Zhong A short song.

"I worship the old man as a ghost, but now I can be happy when I am drunk. I hide the wine under the osmanthus tree in the corner, and the rotten temples are already stained on the face facing the drink. The sky and dreams are broken and everyone travels far away. Abandon my old body and tears. May you live longer With Zhou Gong, let the king hold the wine and return it."

In the end, it is different from the previous life. It is not Shi Mei who died, but Chu Wanning, so Xue Zhengyi will have more emotions.

Mo Ran turned his back to the open door of the Frost Sky Palace, listening to the hoarse throat shouting long and loudly, the man was sonorous, but his voice was desolate. The sound of the song is like a vulture gradually going away, and finally swallowed by the wind and snow.

The sky and the earth are bright, the moon is high and people are small, everything is washed away very lightly, only one sentence remains, back and forth.

"Abandon my old body with tears...abandon my old body with tears..."

I don't know how long it took before the ink burned slowly down the Frost Sky Palace.

Uncle was right, even though the crack in the sky was repaired, the matter may not stop there. Chu Wanning is no longer there. If there is another fierce battle, he will be left to defend himself.

When we arrived at Meng Po Tang, it was already late, and there was no one there except the old woman who was cooking supper.

Mo Ran asked for a bowl of small noodles, and found a place near the corner to eat slowly. The noodles are spicy and warm in the stomach. He raised his head while he was devouring hungrily. In the hot air, the lights in Meng Potang were dim, and his image was blurred.

In a trance, he remembered that after the death of Shi Mo in his previous life, he was far more self-willed than he is now. He refused to leave for three days and three nights, and he never ate.

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