Chapter 620: Stability

The two tacitly did not speak, Mo Ruoheng thought for a while, and handed the wine in his hand to Chu Hengyu.

Chu Hengyu was stunned, those hands that were as white as jade were a jar of the strongest wine, it was really not a good wine, it had always been some ordinary taverns for those homeless wanderers to warm up, two pennies and a big jar.

He didn't like to drink, but at this time, he took it with a complicated look in his eyes and drank it all in one gulp.

What does spirits taste like? What does the lowest wine taste like? Chu Hengyu didn't know before, but at this time he knew.

There is no mellow aroma like good wine, the only feeling in the entrance is spicy, like a knife into the throat, the whole person seems to be burned, Chu Hengyu is a little at a loss, but he has to deny that this kind of wine is very suitable for this moment.

There is no old aroma of wine, it goes straight into the body, as if it is about to burn, the whole person's feeling is extremely strong, but the brain is abnormally sober.

One hand took the jar of wine, to be honest, it looked really out of place, the pair of white jade-like hands should have been holding a golden bottle of jade cup, but at this time they were holding a tattered wine jar.

Chu Hengyu didn't speak, and his slightly cool body, which was blown by the wind, had already recovered his temperature at this time, Mo Ruoheng was rarely silent, and Chu Hengyu felt that he seemed to be optimizing to say.

The two of them leaned on the railing by the bridge like that, and the look in their eyes was exactly the same, with some sadness and some melancholy.

Below is the sparkling water, which looks calm, like a flawless mirror. But Chu Hengyu and Mo Ruoheng both knew that there was a shocking conspiracy hidden under the calm water, and they couldn't tell when it would appear, and then bite them hard.

And those of them who stand on the surface of the water must also take great pains not to let themselves fall into the water, and not to let themselves become those things that lurk under the water.

"Mother likes it very much here......" Mo Ruoheng's somewhat ethereal voice remembered, it seemed a little worthless in the breeze, but Chu Heng heard it clearly, and his ears moved.

Mo Ruoheng is seventeen years old this year, and he has not yet reached the crown, but he has already become Shengde's second assistant alone, about his life experience, Chu Heng's language is not clear, it looks very blank, everything is due to Mo Ruoheng's own efforts, little by little, he has risen to the position of second assistant.

Mother? Looking at Mo Ruoheng with some doubts, Chu Hengyu's curiosity had been aroused, he didn't know what it was like to be a mother, because his biological mother was already gone when she gave birth to him.

In Chu Hengyu's childhood, his father, who fought on the battlefield all the year round and did not show up, and his grandfather, who was kind and kind but strict with him, accompanied him when he was a child, but he did not have a mother.

Mo Ruoheng's voice was very small, that kind of whispering, Chu Hengyu couldn't help but bundle his ears and listen attentively.

"She said that this is an eternal existence, and she said that no one will know what Shengde will become in the future......" Mo Ruoheng thought of the figure of that woman in his heart, peerless elegance, and the peach blossom eyes that were the same as him were a kind of gentle blow that made people refuse to do it.

saw the situation of the whole Shengde thoroughly, so she asked him to do such a thing, she said that she didn't want Shengde to perish, she said that she hoped that Mo Ruoheng could do this well.

The moonlight tonight is exceptionally bright, Mo Ruoheng sometimes takes a sip of spirits, sometimes tells in his mouth, those things have always been hidden in his heart, and being bumped into by Chu Hengyu at this time is like suddenly finding an entrance to vent.

The words hidden in his heart were like opening a floodgate, constantly pouring out of his heart, and Chu Hengyu was undoubtedly a good listener, although he had been silent by Mo Ruoheng's side, but he knew that Chu Hengyu was listening, and handed him the wine in his hand from time to time.

"Gao Shi had a bad heart for him, she refused to obey, and finally ended up like that." This is the end of this conversation between the two, or the end of Mo Ruoheng's unilateral elaboration.

A plain sentence, I can't hear any other emotions, but Chu Hengyu has a pain in his heart, Mo Ruoheng is not a simple person, she already knew it, but her mother is a powerful and intelligent woman in the story it will tell.

Because of the high rock... Before dying? Looking at the man in white over there, Chu Hengyu felt a pain in her heart, she was afraid that she had never spoken to others about these things, and no one knew about them, just like when her grandfather left.

Everyone knew that Chu Hengyu would be sad and at a loss, but they didn't know how sad she would be, because they were not him, no one was Chu Hengyu, and there would be no empathy in the world.

They haven't experienced it, so they won't understand, and naturally they won't understand what kind of courage Chu Hengyu took to go to Gaofu, kneel down to apologize, and what kind of mood he had to bear the guilt.

But these Mo Ruoheng know, because he is also the same person, because he has also experienced similar things.

The eyes of the two met again, but they were no longer the kind of thoughts they had in their daily lives, but a kind of mutual comfort, a kind of intellectual comfort.

The wine in the altar has been almost reconciled by the two of them, and that strong feeling has always been blocked in Chu Hengyu's heart, making people feel a little overwhelmed. I thought about it for a long time, and finally said a sentence, "Mourning." ”

The man in white looked at the young man in front of him who was younger than himself, his heart warmed, he no longer had the prejudice in his daily life, tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, and also replied, "Mourning." ”

A sentence that came a little late, because when Chu Phosphorus died, there was no funeral, nothing.

Chu Hengyu couldn't help laughing, at this time, Chu Hengyu and Mo Ruoheng could be regarded as having reached some kind of common thoughts, or the two of them had a lot less prejudice against each other.

At this time, it is already very deep, and the day after tomorrow is the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother, and at that time, the two of them don't know what happened, but it is definitely not easy to understand it.

Mo Ruoheng shook the wine jar in his hand, there was still the last drop of wine in it, and it didn't move for the breeze at all, and fell straight on the cloud bridge under the feet of the two, this ancient bridge that has experienced too much wind and frost has a different meaning for the two.

It should also have a share of this jar of wine, just like Chu Phosphorus and Mo Ruoheng's mother who have been sleeping underground, they are all people who have watched Shengde from prosperity to decline, and they want this country to become better, whether it is any person, or this immortal stone bridge, they are worthy of respect.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother, as the injuries of Gao Shi and Yan Guo gradually improved, some things of the royal hunt before seemed to be completely indifferent, and it did not affect the prosperity of the birthday banquet at all.

Jingzhong can be regarded as a rare activity, and there is a reason why the people are so excited, because of this birthday banquet, Jingzhong will have a big flowing water banquet for a day, and this proposal makes the homeless people and those beggars excited one by one.