"Why?" He Zichen asked again.

This question is more complicated to answer.

On weekdays, Sheng Ling is very silent, making people suspect that even if he can speak, it is difficult to hear him say a few words a day. He rarely takes the initiative to express anything, even when others talk to him, he always listens silently and rarely responds.

This time, the situation was probably stricter, Sheng Ling was stunned for a moment, and actually made a gesture for the first time, his movements were hesitant and jerky, as if he was a little ashamed.

"You mean......" He Zichen stared at it for a long time, and Fang said with some uncertainty, "That abyss is dangerous...... Be careful about falling? ”

Sheng Ling hesitated for a moment, and then nodded as he thought it meant the same.

"That's it?" He Zichen looked at him inexplicably, a little incredulous, "This is too ...... Cautious, right? ”

He Ziyang nodded slightly on the side, and said helpfully: "It's better to be cautious, it's better to be cautious." ”

"It's not...... It's right to be cautious, and I know it's a bottomless abyss and it's dangerous, but wouldn't it be nice not to fall down? He Zichen felt that he couldn't understand the thinking of these two people, "Why do you think it's dangerous to just stand on the side, are any of us three-year-olds?" ”

"I was in such a hurry to pull people out, and I thought there were some poisonous snakes and beasts...... He Zichen sighed and said helplessly, "Then I have to go back again." ”

He Ziyang stared at him nervously: "What are you going to do when you go back?" ”

"I found a good eagle bone in that bone pile before, Ziyang, isn't your flute not very good, I just thought, use that eagle bone to make a flute and send it to you." He Zichen pointed to the flute that He Ziyang pinned to his waist, and pouted in disgust, "Moreover, the bamboo flute is too ordinary, and it is still a bone flute." ”

"Chenchen......" He Ziyang looked at him movingly.

Although for He Ziyang, it is really a very testing thing to put a flute made of bones to his mouth and play, but when he thinks that this is his brother's intention, he feels that nothing matters, he really wants such a bone flute made by his younger brother, but-

"It's better not to go, can you make another one for me when you have a chance in the future?" He Ziyang coaxed loudly.

"Not good!" He Zichen twisted his head and said impatiently, "Don't grind, are you quite reluctant to give you something if you have the heart?" I'm interested now, and I'm interested in that eagle bone, and the master won't serve it in the future! ”

With that, he walked in the direction of the cave, and after taking two steps, he was stopped again.

Sheng Ling stood in front of him, looked at him with a slightly worried expression, and shook his head eagerly, as if he still did not approve of him going back.

"Alas, you're here again." He Zichen wiped his face, helpless and depressed, "You are cautious that you don't go, can't I go alone, my Holy Son?" If you're cowardly and afraid, stay here, anyway, I don't know how thick the sky is, so I'm going to die! ”

He Ziyang persuaded on the side: "Chenchen, the Holy Son must have his reason for not letting us go, you just listen to him, what if there is really any danger?" ”

"Don't worry, Ziyang, I'll be careful. What's more, it doesn't matter if there is an accident......" He Zichen said this, winked at He Ziyang, and joked, "Anyway, isn't it still you who collect the body for me." ”

He Zichen pushed away Sheng Ling's arm to stop him, patted him on the shoulder, and said casually: "You don't have to worry, with my brother here, I don't have to trouble you to collect the body when I die." ”

After speaking, he directly sacrificed the flying sword and went in the direction of the cave.

"Chenchen! Chenchen, you wait for me! ”

He Ziyang shouted a few times, then turned his head and asked Sheng Ling: "Holy Son, should we go back together to have a look?" ”

Sheng Ling stood in place expressionlessly, still maintaining his previous posture, motionless and half-raising his arms, he lowered his eyes silently, his face was obviously snow-white, but it was a little indescribably dark, as if covered in a faint shadow.

"Holy Son?"

After waiting for a reply, He Ziyang couldn't help but gently tug on his sleeve, and when he saw that he finally turned his head, he asked again: "Let's go back and have a look together, right?"

Sheng Ling glanced at him indifferently and shook his head slowly.

“…… All right. He Ziyang was a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything, "Then you wait for us here, I don't worry about Chenchen, I want to go and have a look." ”

Sheng Ling nodded, and only after He Ziyang also left did he raise his right hand and slowly put it on his left shoulder, he pursed his lips, and quickly pulled the corners of his mouth, a trace of a smile appeared, and then disappeared.

He Ziyang's spiritual power is very low, and he is not good at the sword, so he is a long distance behind He Zichen, and when he finally arrived at the cave, He Zichen had already been in for a while.

Standing in front of the cave again, He Ziyang's heart was even more uneasy, perhaps because of the thoughts in his heart, this cave mouth looked darker and more unfathomable than before, and he always felt that there were many treacherous things hidden in this seemingly ordinary cave entrance.

He took a deep breath and finally walked in, groping in the darkness in the direction he remembered.

Accustomed to the darkness in the cave, He Ziyang felt that it didn't seem to be so scary, he calmed down, stepped up his pace and ran towards the other side of the cave, turned the last corner, and the front finally opened up.

He Zichen was in that light, bending over the ground to pick up the bones that were pleasing to the eye, and his body was covered with a hazy circle of light.

He Ziyang's clenched heart suddenly relaxed, narrowed his eyes, showed a relaxed smile, and shouted over there: "Chenchen!" ”

"Ziyang?" He Zichen raised his head and looked over, beckoned to him in a backlight, and said in surprise, "Why are you here too?" ”

He Ziyang replied as he ran towards him, "I'm looking for you...... Chenchen!! ”

Halfway through speaking, his voice suddenly raised, stabbing people's ears, and before he could put away his smile, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes were endlessly frightened. But he didn't hesitate for a moment when he ran towards that side, but quickened a lot.

Behind He Zichen, a strange black mist rose from the bottomless abyss, and he saw that he was about to wrap his whole person, but he didn't realize anything, and looked at his brother who suddenly looked like he was crazy with an inexplicable expression.

He Ziyang's heart was beating so much that he almost jumped out of his throat, his mind was in a mess, he didn't have time to think about anything, and there was only one firm thought in the chaos of thoughts, like a long night lamp, guiding him to run there regardless of a qiē -

Certain! We must not let Chenchen have trouble!

The black mist changed its treacherous form, like a ghost's hideous smiling face, gradually spreading and spreading, and when it approached He Zichen, it was like a black curtain towards him.

When He Zichen's whole person was about to be swallowed, a bright yellow light suddenly appeared on his body, the light was not dazzling, so that he didn't even notice it, but the black mist seemed to be burned, suddenly retreated from him, and instantly dispersed, like a clump of broken black cotton wool.

This qiē just happened in the blink of an eye, and no one had time to react, including He Ziyang, who ran towards him.

"Chenchen ......"

Almost at the same time as the black fog dispersed, He Ziyang pounced on He Zichen and dropped the positions of the two of them, and the black mist that had just dispersed suddenly gathered again, abandoning He Zichen and wrapping He Ziyang instead.

"Ahh

A strange and irresistible force dragged He Ziyang towards the abyss, but he only had time to let out an exclamation before he fell uncontrollably towards the abyss.

"Ziyang! Hold on to me—"

He Zichen lay at the mouth of the cave, holding He Ziyang tightly with one hand, and rubbing his elbow on the ground with blood.

He desperately wanted to pull He Ziyang up, but there seemed to be a huge gravitational force pulling He Ziyang down in the abyss, even if he used all his spiritual power, he couldn't pull people up, and the scene was frozen for a while.

The two forces are fighting each other, which is like the most silent but cruel gamble, and the bet is He Ziyang.

The sweat on He Zichen's face fell drop by drop, and his heart was filled with great fear. He vaguely knew in his heart that the strange power that came from nowhere was something he couldn't compete with, as long as he relaxed a little, Ziyang would never recover.

Even if he has always been a person who dares to gamble and dare to lose, this time, He Zichen is afraid, Ziyang, he can't afford to lose no matter what.

Seeing He Ziyang's figure swaying below, obviously only two arms away from him, obviously the hands of the two were still tightly interlocked, but he felt that the darkness in the abyss that was so thick that it could barely be dissolved was drowning Ziyang little by little.

So, despair overwhelmed him.

He Zichen was so desperate that he wanted to cry, but the reality did not allow him to spare even a little extra strength, and he felt that the weight on his hand was getting heavier and heavier, He Ziyang had to grit his teeth and refused to let go.

"Ziyang...... Ziyang, you can't let go, you know? Remember, don't let go ......"

He panted slightly, his voice was very low, and he repeated incoherently over and over again, as if he was telling Ziyang and reminding himself.

Black mist rose from He Ziyang's ankle and circled around him, like a vicious python, and like a heavy chain that could not be broken free.

He Ziyang felt that something was quietly changing in his body, which was not painful, but it was definitely not a change he was willing to accept.

The black mist quickly enveloped him, leaving only his head exposed.

He looked up at He Zichen, who was struggling to pull himself up, the face that was ruthless but seemed to cry out overlapped with the little child who raised his chubby little hand and handed him malt candy many years ago, and called his brother with a stupid smile, and the many feelings of panic and fear in his heart strangely faded away, leaving only a little relief.

"Chenchen." He shouted, his voice was very soft, very gentle, and it was clearly transmitted to the other party's ears, but it was like an earth-shattering thunder.

He Zichen seemed to sense something, and looked at him with wide eyes, with some indescribable horror in his eyes.

"Chenchen, I'm sorry." He Ziyang smiled, smiling warmly, and a small dimple appeared on his left cheek, as if it was full of a lifetime of happiness. He reluctantly squeezed He Zichen's hand, and finally gradually let go, sliding down from He Zichen's palm little by little.

The young man's face sank little by little, and the dimples disappeared into the black mist, except for a pair of smiling eyes, as if they were forever looking at his younger brother with affection.

He Zichen will always remember Ziyang's eyes, smiling cruelly, nostalgic and abandoning, as if using a sharp knife, engraved on his heart with the most gentle force, engraved in his dream that he will never wake up from for eternity.

You're very gentle, but it still hurts.

He Zichen couldn't remember what happened when Ziyang fell, was it like a cluster of flames gradually extinguishing, or like a tear falling in the middle of a lake? Obviously, his eyes were wide open at that time, and his eyes were completely cracked, why didn't he seem to see anything clearly?

What else did Ziyang say at that time?

Memories were like stuck in some little labyrinth, always spinning in place, and he couldn't remember anything for a while.

…… Ah, this dream is too messy, too long, and too absurd.

Why haven't you woken up yet?

Ziyang sat at the stone table outside Changhongju, a white paper on the stone table, Ziyang's chubby little hand held a pen, and wrote on the paper upright. A gust of wind blew, and a large patch of jacaranda flowers swayed gently, and thin blue flower spikes floated down and landed on the stone table, on the white paper.

Ziyang carefully brushed away the fallen flowers, but he was reluctant to blow them to the ground, so he took a sachet and put them away.

As soon as it was cleaned up, the falling flowers fell again and again, and they were all fluttering like a spring rain, Ziyang looked up blankly, and finally found him hiding among the flowers on one of the trees.

"Chenchen, hurry down!" Ziyang stood under the tree with his arms outstretched, tilting his head and calling him anxiously, worried that he would fall from the tree.

Ziyang is really timid...... Forget it, forget it, don't scare him.

He slid down the trunk of the tree, pinched a piece of pastry from the stone table and put it in his mouth, and said in a muffled voice: "Eh, Ziyang, I had a dream when I was napping before, and I dreamed that we were all grown up, and somehow, you fell from a strange place, and I desperately wanted to hold you ......"

“…… What a strange dream! He patted the crumbs of the pastry on his hands, shook his head nonchalantly and sighed.

I don't know how long it has been, it seems to be just a moment, and it seems that a lifetime has passed.

was slapped a few times on the face, and in a trance, He Zichen saw Sheng Ling's anxious face shaking in front of him, that white dress, it was really dazzling white, and it was so white that it was sad.

Woke up from a dream......

He Zichen looked at him with empty eyes, and thought a little dazedly: This dream seems to never wake up.

"You must live well......"

Ziyang finally seemed to say this, at that time, his lips were also covered by black mist, and his voice was no longer as clear and soft as usual, and it seemed to be urn-like.

He Zichen didn't remember what happened after that, and Ziyang's last glance crushed his memories, they were shattered and chaotic, flying randomly in his mind, making him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

All the fragments of memory will only be quietly pieced together in the silence of sleep, recreating the scene of the day over and over again, so that I woke up in countless dreams and cried out heart-rending in the long night.

"Brother!"

One of the brothers is called Ziyang and the other is called Zichen. It means that one is the sun in the sky, shining brightly and eternal, and the other is the stars beside him, silent and long-lasting, not with the brilliance.

Originally, it was said that the sun reflects the rainbow, and the stars are forever hidden. In the end, the sunset hides the abyss, and the stars are accompanied by rainbows.

How ridiculous, Ziyang, I not only took away your glow, but even your life.

I said that I would wait for you to collect the body for me, but in the end, I couldn't even collect the body for you.

Ziyang, I'm sorry.

Brother, I miss you.

……

He Zichen lay on the bed, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, wetting the pillow. Sheng Ling held his hand tightly and quietly accompanied him through the saddest time, just like a few years ago, he wanted to do but couldn't do it.

Outside the Fuyue Palace, at the eaves corner above the high wall, there is a shadow standing silently in a protective posture.

Behind him is a huge bright moon ring, and now is a palace of three thousand glasses, with a faint demonic aura lingering around him, holding a bone flute, blowing silently in the whimpering night wind.