Gushui doesn't like to talk, he doesn't like to get too close to others, and the only thing he likes is to sit on the bank of the Condensate River and watch the stars.

"What a strange hobby. The riverside is wet and cold, and the stars don't talk or talk, what's there to see? ”

Regarding his preferences that he was 'forced' to say, Lian Song denied it lightly.

Gu Shui is not surprised, after all, that precious memory for him may be just a boring past that will be blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye for Lian Song, and the two people's completely different identities have long been destined to be impossible for them to understand each other.

Although in the end, only he was allowed to stay by Lian Song's side.

The reason is why, Gushui never opened his mouth to ask, he thought, isn't the answer obvious?

Because he is the best kung fu among the several dead soldiers under Lian Song's command, and Lian Song is indeed weak to the point that someone must protect him.

In the years he spent with Master, Gu Shui rarely spoke, and more than half of the few 'exchange' conversations were related to Lian Song, and Master was not bored, and would always patiently tell him everything he knew about Lian Song.

The youngest son of the Lian family, the Wenchen of Qingyue Kingdom, has inherited the terrible curse of the Lian family for more than 100 years, with white skin and white hair, pale 'colored' eyes, fear of the sun and will not live too long.

Master also said that this curse is not for every descendant of the Lian family, and unfortunately, he is the only one in Lian Song's generation who has answered the curse, even though his parents are ordinary normal people.

Gu Shui couldn't imagine how painful the cursed person would be, but he could see that Lian Song was obsessed with this—or rather, in his eyes, Lian Song's bewitching beauty that was different from ordinary people was the most terrible and hateful imprint for the head of the Lian family, and too much alienation and exclusion made Lian Song have to be angry.

"That kid is very smart and kind, and if it weren't for the adults who treated him too harshly, he wouldn't have gotten to where he is now."

Master does not agree with Lian Song's evaluation with outsiders, always with a touch of sentimentality and compassion, from Master's words, I know that the path that Lian Song is taking now may be a misguided path that is not recognized by others.

"I've been to Lianfu, and even the three sons and two daughters under the knees of the adults, except for the little son, are all spoiled, only the little boy is alone, and even the subordinates are reluctant to get close to him, for fear of being cursed. But what is the curse in the world? It's all people's hearts. I pity the child, who has been excluded and discriminated against since he was a child, and after Mrs. Lian couldn't stand the rumors and hanged herself, he was even more lonely. ”

When he heard this, Gu Shui could roughly understand why Lian Song would run out of Lian Mansion in the past and sit with him all night on the banks of the Ning River.

They are no different, they are all too lonely and need a little solace from someone called a friend.

Gu Shui didn't know what kind of 'color' Master was for Lian Song, but it was obvious that Master knew more about Lian Song than anyone else, and even knew some inside stories of the Lian family that were not known to outsiders.

For example, Lian Song's father once took the initiative to propose to the monarch to offer his youngest son as a living sacrifice to the gods, in exchange for the continuous natural disasters of Qingyue and the peace of the country.

For example, after this news spread, before the ceremony of sacrificing to the sky, Lord Lian suddenly died, and the person who succeeded the Lian family to become the head of the family was the little son of Lianfu, Lian Song, who was never expected.

Like him, a person who was abandoned by his parents.

"If you don't want us, why did you give birth to us in the first place?"

When he sat alone on the bank of the Lemon River, Lone Water whispered to the heavens, and for the first time seriously thought about why he was alive.

After that, the master was very secretive and refused to say more than half a word. Gushui is not as sensitive and intelligent as Lian Song, but he can guess seven or eight points of truth.

When he became the head of the Lian family, Lian Song was only a weak crown year. Naturally, he escaped the identity of a living sacrifice, and did not die in the famine and madness of those years, and he used his outstanding intelligence to assist the monarch, so that the Qingyue Kingdom gradually restored peace, and in just three years, he became the national teacher of the Qingyue Kingdom.

When Gushui met him again, Lian Song appeared in this capacity.

"Follow me, maybe you want to take a path of Shura, will you regret it?"

Looking at the face that was still less gentle and more 'yin' cold, Gu Shui shook his head firmly, with a little expectation, but he finally failed to find any other luster in Lian Song's pale 'color' eyes.

Now, he is only regarded as a recruited dead soldier, right?

That's fine, the boy who was once as bright as the moon shouldn't have sunk into the past, and at that time, Lian Song's expression, Gushui didn't want to see it anymore.

In fact, Lian Song once gave an answer in vague words, which was quite abrupt when Gu Shui did not ask.

"I don't remember anything about the past, because I don't want to."

Whether it is being alienated and rejected by his family, being abandoned in this lonely world by his mother, or being cruelly sacrificed to the king by his father after years of blindness...... The past was too unbearable to look back on, Lian Song chose to abandon it, wearing an arrogant and cold 'straight' back.

As expected from Lonely Water.

That way, at least he won't have any more heartache.

None of them will be anymore.

In the second year of following Lian Song's side, Lian Song returned to Lian Mansion once, and when he left, he had an extra 'jade' wrench between his fingers.

"Isn't it pretty? It was very important that someone sent me. ”

Facing the sun, Lian Song opened his palm, and the jade wrench fingers revealed a soft luster in the bright light, and for a moment Gu Shui recalled the light in his eyes when he first saw him.

Just as clean, clear, dazzling and beautiful.

At the same time, Gu Shui did not ignore it, and at that moment, even the corners of Song's lips smiled softly and seriously.

Someone who can make him smile just thinking about it must be very, very important, right? That man must have influenced his entire life, so much so that every time he looked down at the wrench in his hand, he lost his mind.

Is it a man? 'Female'? Or is it a mother who has died a long time ago?

Gushui secretly speculated, but never asked, he understood that Lian Song didn't like to mention the past.

But it's a little envious.

In all fairness, Lian Song treats Gushui quite well, and there is no disadvantage in gold and silver food and housing, and even half-jokingly asks Gushui several times if he needs to find some 'female' people to accompany him. At this time, Gushui would rarely 'dew' his emotions, sit on the beam or in the corner without saying a word, and ignore even how Song apologized.

He hates 'female' people.

To be precise, because Lian Song is always surrounded by too many 'female' people, he hates them.

Even Song has no interest in 'women', most of the time because he needs to use them, and very rarely because he is bored - Gu Shui rarely speaks, even if he frequently changes the topic, all he can get is a response from Gu Shui, and there will be no one else around him except Gu Shui.

"Don't touch the people you hate, don't do the things you hate, there's no simpler reason than this."

"How can you do it if you don't do it? The outcome I want must go through such patience. ”

When such a conversation took place, Gu Shui was frowning, putting on a rare expression that only Lian Song could see.

"I really don't understand what you're doing this for."

"For the sake of balance, here." Lian Song's overly white fingertips pressed against his heart, and there was a hint of disrespect in his smile, "Gushui, can you understand?" We are not God's playthings, and no one wants to control my fate. Whoever wants me to die, he will have to pay with his life; If I am worse than dead and I am powerless to reverse it, then at least I will make more people in this world more miserable and unfortunate than me. ”

In other words, all he wants is not to be the most miserable person in the world.

"It's ridiculous."

denied, but spared no effort to do everything he wanted for that man.

Gu Shui can't count how many people he has killed, just as he doesn't care about his outstanding talent in light martial arts, Lian Song will execute whoever he wants to die, and when he encounters the kind of 'chaotic' Snow Pavilion Pavilion Master who can't be defeated at all, he will look for an opportunity to get out.

Because Lian Song said that the important thing is not the task he 'delivers', but the 'sex' life of Gushui.

He lives, he can live.

Right and wrong, right and wrong, the things that people value most in the world are worthless to Gushui, but they are scolded by the people of the world, and they have a meaning that no one can replace him.

So after the Yuan Kingdom defeated the Hosturmeng** and crushed the chess game laid by Lian Song, Gushui and Lian Song disappeared from people's sight.

In the far north of Zhongzhou, there are two more figures.

This curse-like strange disease of the family is very bad, and every generation of people who suffer from this disease has a short life. Lian Song knew that he would live forever, and he couldn't tell what he thought, so he began to spoil his body at a young age, indulged in unbridled 'desire', and relied on life-for-life 'medicine' in the later stage, without any plans for the future.

Gu Shui seriously persuaded him, but was rejected by Lian Song with a smile.

"A life of hardship is better than being at ease for a while."

Lian Song's body collapsed three years before they went to Beihai, around the time they entered the Yuan Kingdom.

The first time he coughed up blood, Lian Song was so numb that he didn't have any reaction, but Gushui was frightened for the first time, and he grabbed more than a dozen doctors in a row, and killed them one by one.

Because the doctors all said that Lian Song was terminally ill and there was no 'medicine' to save him.

"There's always a way." Lonely Water is very stubborn.

There is indeed a way, but it is only a slight chance to prolong Lian Song's 'life', and it is completely impossible to eradicate the residual poison of the 'medicine' that has accumulated in his body over time. Even so, Gushui still grasped this last straw.

It was said by his father that if he could take Lian Song to the top of the North Sea, let him live on the extremely cold Xuanbing coffin for a long time, and use the cold of the Xuanbing coffin to suppress the 'medicine' poison, maybe he could live for ten or eight more years.

Perhaps, the master bit very hard, as if reminding Gushui that all this may be useless.

So what?

One more day is a day, even if Lian Song's wish has been shattered, even if he still feels that he is the most pathetic and ridiculous person in the world, he is still alive.

"I didn't follow you to see you die. After conniving at your 'sex' for so many years, it's my turn to be 'sex' once. ”

Standing at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, the lonely water is unusually calm.

He knows very well that what he is carrying on his back is the longing that has become stronger and stronger since the first meeting of that year.

With the dazzling light that illuminates him,