Chapter 107: Brothers for a lifetime

"Chunge, are you asleep?" Leshan slept on the outermost edge of the bed and whispered to Chun Ge, who was sleeping in the middle.

Chun Ge was a little depressed, thinking that he was already very annoyed that he had been crowded in that small test house for the past three days, and he didn't expect to return home, not to mention that he slept comfortably and was squeezed into a sandwich cake. He must say that he objected, but that it was invalid.

"You've ever seen someone fall asleep like this." Chunge replied with a hint of resentment.

"Yes" Leshan's voice was not as childish as his original, but more unknowable sadness.

"Yes." Leshui on the other side of Chunge also agreed.

"You've been there." Chun Ge's question seemed so affirmative, he knew that Leshan and Leshui had not been easy all these years, he knew it.

"Don't talk about it." Leshan choked up.

"Don't talk about it." Leshui's voice also fluctuated slightly.

"Tell me." Chunge vaguely felt that this thing was unusual, how big it must be to make Leshui and Leshan react in the same way.

Leshan turned to Chunge and buried his head in Chunge's neck, it was tears, Leshan's tears.

"Maybe I haven't experienced it with you, but I want to have it with you, even if it's painful, I admit it." Chunge caressed Leshan's back, this brother who used to be a child's mind, must have grown up in the grinding.

"I killed those children with my own hands." Leshui's hand grabbed the corner of Chunge's clothes, and tears wet his face.

"It's gone, it's all gone." Chunge was no longer free to soothe them, and even if he broke his hand, it would be impossible to heal their wounds. He remembered that Leshan Leshui had led a small team of recruits into the northernmost training ground of Yousu four years ago, and the news he knew was that Leshan Leshui was the only two people who escaped, but no one knew what happened, except for the two parties.

"Do you know how they died?" Leshan raised his head, his face crying like a child, full of hatred.

"Fate, fate wants them to die at that moment, they must die." Chunge seems to be able to guess something, but he is powerless now.

"No, it was a bunch of kids in their fifteens, and I remember the immature faces of each of them, and I really remember the shy smile of each of them when they introduced themselves." Leshui's head leaned against Chunge, and the paranoia in his words was not at all like his usual determination, for fear that Chunge would not believe him, maybe even he himself would start to disbelieve him.

"They get along with us very well, and we have agreed to pacify the southeast together and return a pure land here." Leshan followed Le Shui's words, but Chunge couldn't interject at all, he didn't have to say anything, he understood that what his brother needed at this time was to tell, not to persuade, he just needed to listen, listen to it was enough.

"But why, we are going into the desert, I swear I hate the desert for the rest of my life." Leshui slammed his head against the inner wall again, as if he could knock the desert away and get his former self back.

Chunge hurriedly let go of Leshan and fixed Leshui by his side, and gently rubbed the place where Leshui hit with his hand.

"Chunge is what I said to Leshui, I treat them as those who have crossed the quicksand, and it is I who have brought the group of brothers who are huddled together like us and are suffering together, and it is I who have stepped into the quicksand." Leshan's eyes were full of confusion, just blindly pointing at himself, as if he was a heinous person.

"It's me, who drank their blood and ate their flesh, just to live a few more days, I'm really not human." said that Leshui rewarded himself with a big slap, but can he atone for his sins, no.

At this point, this matter has already appeared in Chunge's mind. That year, Leshui Leshan escaped death, and it was at the expense of their companions, and the matter of selfishly surviving became the biggest obstacle buried in the hearts of the two brothers of the official family.

"Chunge, I never thought that things would develop to such a point, I can be like that, but either I change or I die, Chunge, tell me, have I changed?" Leshan stared at Chunge tightly, waiting for his answer.

"What are you guys, how many people blame themselves." Chun Ge was unusual, but sarcastic, only to hear him snort softly and continued: "Every step I take is deeply imprinted, and every plan of mine is a conspiracy to put myself first, and there are countless people I am going to indirectly kill or have been indirectly killed, but I don't regret it." ”

"What are you talking about, is human life so cheap in your eyes?" Leshui stood up and picked up Chunge's neckline, very annoyed.

"Cheap, human life is the most precious, it's me who is cheap, I want to live, live in the scenery, I have to climb up, I have to step on those innocent and non-innocent people, whether I want to or not, I will do it eventually, maybe one day even I will be trampled on the soles of my feet, you know." Chun Ge remembered that over the years, he had made suggestions behind his back, helped Su Youjun cultivate his forces, and placed several live targets in front of Lin Xiang's eyes, all of which were unexpectedly that none of these people survived. Chun Ge chose these are not very good character wall grass, he didn't care, when he saw a beggar one day, only five or six years old beggar for a broken bowl, was beaten to death, Chun Ge knew the child, that is, the son of the imperial doctor. The imperial historian was pushed in front of Lin Xiang by Chunge, and at that moment Chunge accepted: I don't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me. It turned out that he was not clean for a long time, and as early as the moment he was ready to do it, he put his interests first.

These three brothers, you look at me, I look at you, and in the end, the three of them hugged each other and sobbed silently, in order to pay tribute to their deceased selves.

After a long time, the sobs in the room turned into tears.

"In life, it is not fate that wants you to change, not that reality wants you to change, but that you want to change yourself, but you must keep a corner of your heart, or a lifelong belief, so that you can survive." Chunge sat among the official brothers, leaned his head against the wall next to the bed, and said lightly.

"It's all human nature, it's all an excuse, an excuse to live for yourself." Leshui also leaned against the wall and said self-deprecatingly.

"I'm so tired." Leshan leaned on Chunge's shoulder and sighed with his eyes closed.

"Brother, if one day I cease to be me, I beg you not to leave me. Because then I had nothing but you. Chunge can imagine that he will live more and more tired in the future. He was also afraid that in the end, he would not even have the courage to persevere.

"Chunge, I don't want to leave you, not for the rest of my life." Leshan always thought that his love for Chunge was only because of the concern between his closest relatives, but he didn't know that everything had already quietly changed.

"No matter who you are Guan Chunge, you are my dear brother, a brother for a lifetime, and I will never abandon you." Le Shui stretched out his hand to Chunge, a thick and big hand.

"Hmm" Leshan Chunge replied together, and then the three hands clasped together.

This picture of the three people has never forgotten until death, but fate is really too impermanent, whether you believe it or not, it is a spectator.