When Tang Mengli found Kaede on the rooftop, Kaede was already drunk and unconscious, pouring wine bottles on the ground, his mouth was full of babbling, and what flowed out was no longer tears, and the blood-red liquid rushed out of his eyes, and the raging sadness eroded the last trace of reason. Kaede clutched the bottle as if it was the only thing he could hold onto. He didn't speak, cry, or laugh for several days, until he watched coldly as Jing Muqian finished cleaning up the mess of this big battle, and then he quietly disappeared in front of everyone, found this familiar rooftop, and relied on alcohol to anesthetize his painful self. He needs to forget, he needs to escape, he needs a person to quietly * wound, a person to get drunk.

Kaede didn't want to be sober, and he didn't dare to be sober, he didn't know how to face a world without Ryoko. Alcohol and hangovers are the best escapes, no thinking, no feelings, and time stops because of this, fuck the world, fuck the duty, fuck the sadness! But in such a world, there is also no Liangzi!

Tang Mengli was also injured, and it was quite laborious to drag Feng at this time. The wound burst open again due to the exertion, and a stream of heat slowly seeped out of the wound, flowed into the heart, and then overflowed from the eye socket. Born in the Tang Gate, she was used to death. However, for some reason, when he watched his comrades-in-arms fall to the ground one by one, Tang Mengli felt heartache. Especially when he saw Feng drunk alone on the rooftop, Tang Mengli finally understood the feelings that he had never understood. The disciples of the Tang Sect have no feelings, they know how to suppress their feelings, know how to hide their expressions, and even have been trained to kill feelings, but here in Feng, Tang Mengli found all kinds of experiences as a person for the first time, and the despair of losing a friend is so intense, so sad.

Obviously, the friend who was joking with him a few days ago is now only a remnant that has not been burned, a memory left in everyone's hearts, a name, a weapon that belongs to him, and that's it. Human beings are really fragile like beautiful crystals, and setbacks are always accompanied by the shattering of dreams and the end of life, such as Liangzi, such as Tang Zhengchen, such as a little bit, maybe they are the same. Death is not far away from the rivers and lakes, the people of the rivers and lakes are not afraid of death, and the people of the rivers and lakes are afraid of having no companions, no goals, and no faith. A horse leather shroud of loess is the destination of the people in the rivers and lakes, but if you can't find your own pursuit and beliefs, the rivers and lakes are still there, but you don't know where you are lost.

Tang Mengli now understands why Tang Zhengchen, the former ghost golden sheep, desperately helped Dai Jun Chip block the fatal blow, no need for a reason, no need to think, there is no Dai Jun Chip and Twenty-Eight Houses on the battlefield, only brothers and comrades-in-arms. The trust of each other determines that we dare to face the most ferocious enemy with confidence, because the direction of the back is guarded by brothers, the attacking dark arrows are blocked by comrades, and the sudden danger is carried with our lives. Feng's attraction may be the ideals he gives to everyone, or the hope he gives to the rivers and lakes, or his beliefs, his morality, but for Tang Mengli, Feng makes this world that lacks warmth a little more humane, so she chose him without hesitation, and gently put the wine-filled Feng on the bed, Tang Mengli turned around and treated his still bleeding wound properly, twisted a hot towel, and helped Feng wipe his face. I slept last night holding a little bit of hand, and now I ...... Thinking of a little bit, Tang Mengli couldn't help but feel sad, the child who couldn't even catch love had the kindest heart, smile, spectator and dedication are the three most important words in her life, smiled and accompanied Feng to the end of her life, quietly watching the love between Feng and Lin, dedicated her life for her lover, Diandian must also have a sentimental heart, but everyone always sees a smiling pistachio. Those serene purple pupils are still accompanying Dai Junchou, helping Feng to see this unrecognizable world clearly.

"Don't leave me again...... Girl. Kaede spat out these words as if whispering, leaving behind a night of dead silence. Tang Mengli let Feng grab his hand, hugged Feng and leaned against the head of the bed, and finally fell asleep deeply.

When Tang Mengli woke up again, he found himself lying on Feng's big bed covered with a quilt, and the owner of this bed was not in the house. By the time she found him, Kaede was smoking cigarettes on the balcony with her back to her, one after the other. The curling green smoke took away Feng's decadence, and the eyes of Feng, who turned around, were still sad that could not be dissolved, but they were bright without yesterday's confusion.

He is Kaede, and he is also Dai Junchou, he is still Ryoko's brother, he has to finish what the brothers didn't have time to do, he has to keep going. He can grieve but he has no right to sink into it, he has to be responsible for his promises, for his beliefs, for his brothers who are alive and dead, for them and them, for the world. He is Dai Junchou, he is Kaede.

"I'm sorry you didn't sleep well when you were tired last night." Kaede had an apologetic smile, and the circles under Tang Meng's eyes made him blame himself.

"It's nothing, it's okay if you're okay." Looking at the maple that was restored to normal, Tang Meng's indescribable joy.

"There is breakfast in the living room outside, let's have a good rest after eating, and some of them will be busy in a few days." Kaede wanted to speak and stopped, he didn't want to involve this girl in the battle now.

Tang Mengli Bingxue was smart, and he understood a lot of things from Feng's unfinished words, and at this time, Liu raised his eyebrows, and his pretty face was angry: "I am your sister, and I am still the ghost golden sheep in the twenty-eight nights!" Tang Mengli stared at Feng's eyes, and his pretty face was reflected in his purple pupils, "Even if you die on the battlefield, it is better than dying miserably in the boudoir." ”

This answer was really expected by Kaede, waving his hand, Feng didn't want to say anything, but whispered at the moment when Tang Mengli pushed the door out: "Then promise me, don't abandon me like them." After speaking, he picked up Wen Jiàn and never looked out of the door again.

Tang Mengli happened to hear it when he pushed the door out