My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave

Eunuch Chen passed by the Prince's Palace and saw the two guards standing far away from the door. He couldn't help but wonder. He walked over and asked, "Why are you so far apart? If His Highness ordered..."

"Eunuch Chen," the guard said hesitantly, "We don't want to, but... Your Highness..."

Eunuch Chen: "What's wrong with Your Highness?"

The guard said in a low voice, "Palace Fang Cai brought a person back and said, said that he was going to eat... what kind of medicine."

Eunuch Chen: "..."

"Eunuch Chen," the guard asked hesitantly, "Your Highness, is this... forcibly robbing a civilian man? It's not good?"

Eunuch Chen tapped on his head, "What nonsense? This is the interest of His Royal Highness and the Crown Princess, do you understand?!"

Guard: "..."

Eunuch Chen hurriedly said: "Don't stop here, go and ask someone to boil hot water, and burn more."

Murong Yan sat beside the bed, holding a white porcelain bottle in his hand, looked at Gu Lang who was standing close to the door, and said slowly, "Come here..."

Gu Lang didn't move, as if it had grown together with the door panel.

Murong Yan rubbed the mouth of the bottle with his fingertips and said, "Alright, then you can go outside and drag someone in."

Gu Lang remained motionless.

Murong Yan smiled, as if drinking tea, he was about to pour it into his mouth while holding the porcelain bottle.

"You..." Gu Lang hurriedly rushed over, reaching out to grab the medicine bottle, but was hugged by Murong Yan's waist and pressed on the bed.

"Are you reluctant to let me eat, or..." Murong Yan grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the quilt, "Reluctant to let me find someone else?"

Gu Lang looked at the empty bottle that rolled by the bed, and said angrily, "You lied to me... um..."

He was trapped in the soft bedding, and Murong Yan kissed him fiercely, hooking the tip of his tongue, as if the effects of the medicine were really taking effect, and he couldn't help himself.

"Didn't you lie to me?" Murong Yan backed away, listening to his messy gasps, his eyes darkened, "You don't like me? After you've figured it out, tell me again."

Gu Lang's chest rose and fell, and his warmth climbed up to the tip of his ear along his neck, "I..."

"Gu Lang," Murong Yan stared into his eyes, "don't take me for a fool."

Gu Lang tugged at the quilt with five fingers, his lips and teeth slightly parted, but he couldn't say anything.

He seemed to hear Wei Qingtong asking him again, "Do you want a prince?!"

I want, he thought, I want...

He walked alone for more than ten years, and it was Murong Yan who dragged him into the joys and sorrows of breaking into the world, and met the street lights.

He didn't know how to drink, but Murong Yan tricked him into drinking it, from the old Huadiao wine to the mellow daughter Hong, from slightly drunk to drunk.

He was drunk, and Murong Yan would carry him on his back, walking on the moonlight in the silent night, with the dark shadow behind him.

Occasionally he raised his head and saw the round moon in the sky, he would sullenly bury his face into Murong Yan's warm back.

Murong Yan turned back and asked him, what happened?

He rubbed against Murong Yan's back and said, "I don't like the full moon."

Murong Yan asked, "Why?"

He didn't speak for a long time, until Murong Yan thought he was asleep, so he heard him whisper: "I'm not reunited..."

Murong Yan's footsteps paused, and the cool night wind hit his face, dispelling a bit of drunkenness.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky, and continued to walk forward. A soft voice fell in the wind, and he said, "You have me..."

A few months later, Gu Lang stood in front of Murong Yan's grave in a daze, and remembered that he was lying on this man's back, walking step by step in the moonlight, and heard him say, "You have me... …”

At that time, the streets and alleys in the distance were lit like daytime, and the tourists were like weaving.

Gu Lang pressed his forehead against the tombstone, his fingertips digging into the name in his heart, and the rough stone of the tombstone caused a burst of pain in his fingertips.

He actually didn't believe that Murong Yan was dead. Even on the day of his burial, Sun Fang cried so piercingly that he never believed it.

He always felt that this person might come back one day, still looking like a spring breeze, and still drag him to drink...

But on this day, the buzzing voices around him, the excitement that had nothing to do with him, and the daughter Hong, who poured into his throat, all made him feel lonely for no reason.

He didn't want to drink alone, he didn't want to walk on the street alone, his ears were full of laughter, and his eyes were full of prosperity, but there was no liveliness that belonged to him.

Didn't you say... do I have you...

Two wet marks dripped from the monument, Gu Lang smelled of alcohol, and asked almost silently, "Why haven't you come back..."

He liked it, he always knew it. But he couldn't forget that when he woke up from the chaos that day, he saw that Murong Yan's face was covered in blood, and he was holding a knife in his hand. wear his chest.

Murong Yan's palm rested on the blade, and he held it tightly, blood seeping out of his palm and dripping down the blade...

"What if you like it?!" Gu Lang's eyes turned red, "Have you forgotten how your eyes were blind?!"

Murong Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered what he said, that when they stumbled into the mountains by mistake, Gu Lang was not very awake, mistook him for Zheng Yufei, and hurt his eyes.

"You didn't mean it," Murong Yan said as he touched his face, "My eyes are okay, it's all gone, don't think about it anymore..."

Gu Lang shook his head, the hatred in his heart had been going on for years, and he couldn't give Murong Yan the promise of a single heart and a life together.

"Murong, you should find someone who will treat you wholeheartedly, I..."

"I don't want anyone else!" Murong Yan rubbed his fingers against the corners of his red eyes, "I just want you."

"You..." Gu Lang gritted his teeth, "Have you ever thought about it, if I wasn't awake back then, the knife would be a little deeper, you..."

"But you're sober!" Murong Yan retorted, "You have hatred in your heart, but you also have me! Why don't you want me?!"

Gu Lang's throat was dry, "I..."

"You don't just have hatred in your heart, you just carry too much and walk for too long before you mistakenly think that hatred is removed from your heart and nothing else can be tolerated. But you will cry for me, laugh for me, and be jealous for me. You still want to love me..."

"Gu Lang, don't be afraid, you are very good, better than anyone else..." Murong Yan took his hand and pressed it against his heart, "Trust me, everything will pass, and what you owe to the Gu family, the law will Get justice for them; what I owe you, I will pay it back, and I will pay it back for a lifetime, okay?"