"Eh, why are you all looking at me like this," Chang An grabbed the quilt and shrunk inside, "I, me, I, I don't sell my body!" ”

"Fart," Liang Yi burst into a chestnut, "You fainted directly for half a month, even Nan Ke woke up, you kid can't wake up, and there are no injuries on your body, if it weren't for your steady breathing and long breath, I would have buried you a long time ago!" ”

Chang An's hand twitched under the quilt, but his face was still calm and replied: "Aren't I awake, then why are you still surrounding me?" Go away. ”

Liang Yizheng wanted to reward him with a burst, a lazy voice, and a knife.

"When people wake up, there's nothing to worry about, so let's disperse."

Chang An noticed that there was a figure standing behind Liang Yi and them, that person was more than twenty years old, but he was uninhibited between his eyebrows and eyes, and when he looked at it, he was a master who was competing with Yin Ying. At this time, he was putting his hands on the top of the stick, lazily turning his head, squinting, and basking in the sun by himself.

Chang An turned around and whispered to Song Zheng, "Is this ......?"

"Boy." The man spoke suddenly.

"Huh." Chang An was uneasy.

The man stood up and said helplessly, "I mean, my name is the boy." ”

"Huh?" Chang An became more and more confused.

The man raised his stick and knocked on the floor, "I said, my name is Boy, do you understand?" ”

"Oh!" Chang'an chick pecked the rice and nodded, well-behaved like a little sheep.

The kid glanced at Chang An helplessly, didn't say anything, and walked away.

Liang Yi hurriedly followed, and did not forget to pull Xuankong. Xuankong looked dazed, but he still left obediently, and when he left, he carefully closed the door, afraid that Chang An would catch a cold.

Song Normal An was speechless, and after a while, Song Zheng glanced at Chang An, and Chang An shook his head.

At this time, Song Zheng couldn't sit still, so he directly grabbed Chang An's collar, leaned into his ear and said in a low voice: "What's going on with you, what happened that night!" Did you know that guy called the boy touched your sword for a long time! This time we came out without a sword, didn't you have your mother's sword! The origin of the autumn moon white, a few people still know! ”

Chang An easily let go of Song Zheng's hand, don't look over, and said thoughtlessly, "That legend is true." ”

"What?" Song Zheng was stunned.

Chang An repeated in a low voice: "That legend is true. ”

Song Zheng was still confused, he wanted to ask clearly, Chang An's eyes were always evasive, Song Zheng was more and more confused, and was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered the situation of that night that Liang Yi told and the news that Qi Zhi was killed, and suddenly blessed his heart, thought of the rumor, and said in horror: "The one from your family?" ”

Chang An lowered his head and replied, "Yes." ”

Song Zheng's eyes widened, he took two steps back, and like a mad dog, he pounced on Chang An, and he didn't know where he got the strength, he grabbed Chang An's collar and smashed it against the wall, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared: "Don't tell me you used it, you know what it is, you know better than me!" Now, you tell me out loud that you're useless, say! Tell the fuck about it! ”

Chang An still lowered his head and replied: "If I wasn't useless, how could I use it!" ”

Song Zheng put down Chang An weakly and muttered, "You're crazy, you're really crazy......"

"How can I not be crazy," Chang An raised his head, the fire in his eyes burning little by little, "You tell me how I can not be crazy!" Liang Yi, that stupid thing, protect me, Nanke, this stupid girl to save me, but what do I have to save them? That broken identity? No, no, no, they are for Chang'an! For Chang'an, this coward, for this seed! What about me? Still cowardly like before? In the past, I was egged down to survive, but there was no way, and the whole family had to be coaxed! Don't cowardice, there is a kind? Okay, then die! You don't know how Brother Yixiu died! But then? At that time, it was not the time to kneel down and call for a good man to spare his life, who is not afraid of death? You know, it's not them who are most afraid of death, it's us! Our clan is the most useless, the most afraid of death, the cowardly, the waste! And I, as for me, am the seed of the seed, the one of the cowards! But I couldn't coax them at that time, if I coaxed them, I would die, and those two fools would die for me! But fucking I've lived for eighteen years, except for my mother, and they're stupid to die for me......"

Chang An paused, leaned against the wall, and stared at his hands, "But what about me, do I still have to watch them die?" I once swore to protect my mother with my hands, but when my mother died, I would never see my mother again, I would never practice hard to make her happy, and I no longer had to get up early to study for fear that she would be sad...... Why? But it's not because she's dead. She won't be happy when she dies, she won't be sad, she won't have to be wronged anymore, she doesn't have to be afraid of me, she won't be afraid of death, and it's good for her to die, you say, isn't that the reason? ”

Chang An raised his head and smiled miserably at Song Zheng, "But I'll never have a mother again." Why? Because she's dead. What is death? I thought about it for a long, long time before I realized that death is a sin that you can no longer remedy, and there is no chance of turning the tables around! When a person dies, there is nothing left...... How could I possibly let them die! I can't let them die! But I'm so powerless! That man once told me that powerlessness is the most hated feeling in the world, and there are only three things in the world that can get out of this predicament: power, money, and violence. But I don't have any, so I've got to be crazy, I've got to be crazy! At this time, who would give up the straw for life......"

Song Zheng jumped up and scolded angrily: "But that's poison!" It's not that you don't know how terrible that legend is! I don't know why it chose you, you can refuse, with your identity, in that kind of chaos, show your identity, you also have a chance to keep them, why choose this path! ”

Chang An shook his head and said softly: "The world says that Dai'an Pavilion does not abide by the law, but it is indeed the most law-abiding and obedient sword in our Dongwu, in their opinion, that person's words are the law, it is the great principle, they even dare to kill the prince, let alone me?" He paused and continued: "Song Zheng, you are the most clear, the dead, the least able to speak. ”

Song Zheng was silent, and the anger between his eyebrows and eyes all dissipated, leaving only a bleak place.

Chang An got out of bed and pushed open the window. The sycamores in the yard have gradually become old, the leaves are rolling, and a gust of autumn wind has been blown down for a long time. Autumn has become stronger, and there is no trace of birds and insects.

Chang An sighed: "I think when we came out, it was still summer, but I didn't expect it to be autumn so soon." ”

Song Zheng was silent.

Chang An continued: "You don't have to worry, things haven't developed into that situation yet, I'm not stupid, I won't always use it." ”

Song Zheng remained silent.

Chang An laughed and said: "You don't have to worry about it, kid, after all, my identity is not big, it is not small, if you recognize me with a handful of autumn moon white, then it is also a friend and not an enemy, they, if you want to do it, you will do it a long time ago, why can't you figure it out as a scholar?" It shouldn't be a matter of concern. ”

Song Zheng was still silent.

"Song Zheng?" Chang An walked closer, but found that Song Zheng had fallen asleep.

Seeing that his robe was wrinkled and his hair was a little scattered, he thought he hadn't slept for a few days.

Chang An sighed, and after placing him, he leaned against the window in a quiet daze.

The leaves are curling in the autumn wind like this, if Song Zheng is still awake, he will definitely put on a literati shelf, and shout: "Good autumn, good autumn, come on, let me write a poem, you give me a good study." ”

As for himself, he must be running, the sour smell of the literati, he has to run, he has to run, he has to run faster. Otherwise, if he was caught by Song Zheng, he would be scolded again.

Chang An thought about it and couldn't help laughing. After laughing, I was a little sad.

If he is like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to go back.

Mother, what can I do......

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ps。 I'm so sad for such a low collection......