Nanping Valley.

It was late at night, and fresh snow fell outside the hut.

In the past few days, Mo Ran's injuries have become heavier and heavier. Even if Chu Wanning uses the flower soul sacrifice technique to heal him, it will have little effect.

In the afternoon, he woke up vaguely, but his consciousness was still not clear. He narrowed his eyes and saw Chu Wanning, he just cried. He said sorry, and said he would not leave. He said one sentence was overturned and overturned, and finally he couldn't cry.

He has been dreaming and has been traveling through his turbulent years.

He thought he had just been picked up by Xue Zhengyong, and then he thought he had been in the five years when he had lost Chu Wanning.

The only thing he could not dream of was the memory he had taken away by the Eight Desperate Flowers. He could not dream of all his efforts, all his protection, and all his innocence.

"Mo Ran..." He brought a bowl of freshly cooked porridge and Chu Wanning came to his bedside.

The porridge that can barely be cooked into the mouth is a skill in the past life.

He sat down beside the couch, raised his hand, and touched Mo Ran's forehead.

Very hot.

He called him, but he couldn't wake him up. Chu Wanning waited, and when the porridge gradually became warm and cold, he felt that he could not do this anymore, so he warmed the porridge with water again.

He didn't know when Mo Ran would wake up, but if he woke up, he could always eat immediately.

"It's made with chicken soup, you like it the most." Chu Wanning said to him softly. The spiritual spells that kept Mo Ran's heart beat had never stopped, but Mo Ran couldn't wake up.

If you can't wake up, it means that once your spiritual power is cut off, maybe he will not open his eyes again.

It is impossible to save it.

But I am unwilling to accept it, how can I be willing to accept it?

Mo Ran is still alive, and he still has a breath although it is so weak. These days, the sun, moon, morning and evening, Chu Wanning is by his side. Seeing his chest still fluctuating, he feels that there is still hope and everything can still turn back.

It's still time.

Chu Wanning still remembers that one night, Mo Ran woke up in a daze. At that time, the lights were not on in the room. Mo Ran stared at the candlestick in a daze, and his dry lips kept moving slightly.

He was very excited at the time and hurriedly held Mo Ran's hand and asked him: "What do you want to say?"

"……lamp……"

"What?"

"...Lamp...want lamp..." Mo Ran looked at the candlestick that he was destined to be unable to light, and tears slid down his cheeks, "I want the lamp to turn on..."

At that moment, time overlapped.

It seems like I went back to the time when I first became a disciple, Mo Ran was sick, and the thin boy curled up on the bed and was drowsy.

When Chu Wanning went to visit him, he whimpered in a low voice and called out to his mother.

Not knowing how to coax him, Chu Wanning sat next to the boy's bed, hesitated to raise his hand, and touched the boy's forehead.

The thin child cried and said, "The black ones... are all black ones... Mom... I want to go home..."

Finally, it was Chu Wanning who lit the candlestick, and the bright flames illuminated the walls and illuminated Chu Wanning's face. It seemed that he felt the warmth of the light, and the child with a high fever opened a pair of black and shiny eyes that were still stained with water vapor.

“Master…”

Chu Wanning responded and twisted the quilt for him. His voice was slow and he sounded gentle: "Mo Ran, the light is on... don't be afraid."

After many years, a bean-solar lamp lit up again, and the warm yellow halo soaked the hut, dispelling the endless darkness and coldness.

Chu Wanning stroked his hair and called him hoarsely: "Mo Ran, the light is on."

He wanted to continue saying, don't be afraid.

But his throat was choked and he could not say anything anymore. Chu Wanning couldn't hold back her tears, but finally pressed against Mo Ran's forehead and sobbed: "...The light is on, can you wake up?"

"You can do it, okay..."

The lights are filled with tears and dreams, and this lamp has been burning, from the bright light to the end of the oil.

Later, the sky was bright and the fish belly turned white outside the window, and Mo Ran still did not open his eyes. The years that could awaken the sleeping boy with a lamp were over.

Never look back.

Three more nights passed.

These days, Chu Wanning stayed by his bed every day, taking care of him, accompanying him, losing to his spiritual power, and also talking about what he had forgotten.

At dusk, the evening snow had stopped. Outside the window, the red sun was spreading and the setting sun shone on the earth. A squirrel jumped past the branches covered with snow, causing the white pears to rust and crystallize to fall.

The man lying on the couch was shining by the generous twilight, and the sunset added blood to his pale and haggard face. Under his thin nose, his pupils turned slightly - and then, as the twilight was about to close, he slowly opened his eyes.

After several days of serious illness and drowsiness, Mo Ran finally woke up.

He opened his eyes, his eyes still blank and empty until he saw Chu Wanning lying tiredly beside his bed.

Mo Ran murmured hoarsely and anxiously: "Master..."

He lay deep in the quilt, his consciousness slowly recovered. Slowly, he vaguely recalled the words Chu Wanning had said to him repeatedly while he was half awake and half asleep.

A glass of wine in Mid-Autumn Festival, a begonia handkerchief... and the red lotus water pavilion that year, the eight bitter and eternal regret flowers planted on him.

Is it a dream?

Is it because he was too eager for redemption that he dreamed that Chu Wanning told him these stories? Is it because he wanted to look back that he dreamed that Chu Wanning would rather forgive him and forgive him?

He turned his face and stretched out his hand to touch the man sleeping soundly beside the couch, but his fingertips never touched him, but he shrank back.

He was afraid that the dream would shatter once he touched it.

He was still in Tianyin Pavilion, still kneeling on the platform of confession, and below were spectators called by the mountains and seas. He knelt alone in front of ten thousand people, and in his eyes, those people eventually became blurred faces after blurred, and became one after another of the wronged souls who had died in his hands, screaming and smiling and demanding his life.

No one wants him, no one saves him.

It was him shameless, his ambition, his crazy devil, and his illusion that Chu Wanning would come - it was him who imagined the last handful of fire in the world in the severe pain of digging his heart.

Fake.

No one ever cut off the iron lock, no one ever hugged him, no one ever came to control the wind, and no one ever took him home.

His eyelashes were trembling. He stared at Chu Wanning's sleeping face with tears in his eyes. He didn't dare to blink until his eyes were finally blurred and until the tears finally fell.

Chu Wanning's reflection shattered into millions of lights, and he went to see his good dream again in a hurry.

The dream is still there.

Mo Ran lay on the bed with his strength off his body, his eye feathers were wet, his throat was choked, and tears kept flowing down the corners of his eyes... His heart hurts very much, and blood is constantly oozing out. He is afraid that Chu Wanning, who has finally been sleeping for a while, biting his lips and crying silently.

He woke up, but he knew his body himself. He knew that this was only temporary, a rebirth.

It is also God's last pity for himself.

Mo Weiyu was worried for most of his life and was crazy all his life. He was full of blood and infamous, and it was not until the end that he was convicted of guilt. Therefore, he felt very confused and even a little nervous.

He didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

Unfortunately, it is ridiculous to have two lives.

Fortunately, the rest of your life will be peaceful.

But how long will the rest of his life be? One day or two days?

That was a good day he earned for his life.

——It is a peaceful time that I have never received.

Later, when he heard Chu Wanning's awakening, he hurriedly wiped away his tears. He didn't want his master to see him crying.

Mo Ran turned his head, looked at the person on the couch's eyelashes trembled slightly, looked at the person on the couch's phoenix eyes stretched, and looked at the person on the couch's eyes to see him in the eyes.

Outside the window, the golden crow sanks, and the Big Dipper is turning.

He heard Chu Wanning call out in silence: "Mo...Ran?"

The sound was low and gentle, like spring buds breaking through the ground, the ice river was just about to dissolve, and it was like the wine on the small red mud stove that reached the third channel, with strands of water vapor steeping, making people's hearts warm. It was the sound of nature that he would never forget in his life. Mo Ran was quiet for a while, and then smiled.

"Master, I'm awake."

There is no wind and snow on the clear night, and the rest of your life is so long.

On that night, in the deep valley of Nanping Mountain, Mo Ran finally waited for the most relaxing and softest time in his two lives. When he woke up, he could see the surprise and sadness at the corners of Chu Wanning's eyebrows and eyes. When he woke up, he leaned on the couch, and let Chu Wanning tell him what he said and did, and let Chu Wanning tell him about this and that experience and misunderstanding.

It doesn't matter to him.

He just wants to last longer, and a little longer.

"I'll take a look at the wound."

"I won't look." Mo Ran smiled and held Chu Wanning's hand, took it over and kissed it gently, "I'm fine."

After refusing several times, Chu Wanning looked at him, as if he suddenly understood something, and the blood on his face faded away little by little.

Mo Ranqiang said gently, "It's really okay."

Chu Wanning didn't answer. After a while, he got up and walked to the furnace. The firewood inside had gradually faded. He left Mo Ran with a back and slowly fiddled in front of the fire pit.

The fire started and lit up again. The whole room was warm later, but Chu Wanning did not look back. He still used tongs to fiddle with the firewood that did not need to be fiddled with again.

"Porridge……"
To be continued...