Chasing King

Yan Sikong rode out of the city in one breath. No one dares to stop him along the way, and he can't see anyone in his eyes. Countless thoughts are mixed in his mind, which makes him headache.

After leaving the city, he constantly urged the horse to run fast. He didn't know how long he had been running. His legs were shaking with his horse's belly, and his straight waist was even more painful. But he refused to stop. The fast running seemed to melt himself into the wind, making him disappear like a wisp of smoke.

If people are really free and easy like the wind, how good is that?

He ran aimlessly. It seemed that as long as he could escape from the city behind him, it didn't matter where he went.

Yan Sikong ran for more than ten miles in one breath. He ran so hard that his heart would jump out of his throat, and his right hand would be unable to hold the reins.

Suddenly, a young man appeared on the road ahead. He was carrying a pile of firewood to the foot of the mountain. A man and a horse were less than ten feet away. Yan Sikong woke up as if he had just woken up. He pulled into the reins, and the horse roared. His front hooves sprang up in place. The horse almost stood upright. In the little woodcutter's frightened eyes, Yan Sikong fell off the horse and rolled into the grass.

The physical body collides with the solid ground. Apart from the pain, there are also twists and turns. Everything in the world is turned upside down in his eyes. For a moment, he can't even tell what is true and what is false, but he is dead, alive or dead.

He lay on his back and looked at the blue sky above him, but his vision became more and more blurred.

"Gongzi, Gongzi." A voice timidly sounded in the side, "are you ok?"

Yan Sikong heard the voice, but he didn't even blink his eyes, because what gradually appeared in front of him was a person's face, Fengye's face, which made him love and hate, and could not be forgotten in his whole life.

"Ah, young master." The boy said in fear, "what have you hurt? Don't cry. I'll go to the city to find a doctor for you. "

Crying?

Who?

Did he cry?

Yan Sikong reaches out her hand blankly and gently wipes her face. Her palm is wet. He was stunned, his heart suddenly hurt, and his tears surged down without warning, completely covering everything in front of him.

He curled up in the grass like a child and cried. In my memory, since Yuan Mao was killed, he has never cried so recklessly and recklessly. At this time, it seems that he is going to pour out the tears that have been stored for 20 years. The tears are like rain, which can't stop.

He could not even tell why he was crying, or why he should cry too much to list one by one. He only knew that he had endured for too long, repressed for too long, restrained for too long, and now he was finally unable to support, and finally released completely.

Just at this time, he finally felt like a person, rather than hiding himself in this false body called "Yan Sikong". In other words, he found himself at the moment when he bared himself without scruple.

He doesn't want to disguise, hide or deceive himself. He wants to live for himself once, even if only once. He dares to admit that he still has desire in his heart, he still Still eager to get a little happiness.

Even a man like him, who has been in the dark for a long time, is more and more eager for light.

Fengye is the light. Even if he was burned severely, the boy who made him full of tenderness and joy is still the only light in his heart.

But he clearly looked at the closure of the wild in the extinguishment, how can he let the closure of the wild out, it seems to also erase his once.

Why, why did they become what they are now?

Yan Sikong didn't know how long he had been crying. He even fell asleep in the grass. Until the cool wind woke him up, he opened his eyes and found that the sky was dim and the sun was going to set.

He reluctantly wanted to get up from the ground, but his body could not make any effort. He finally stood up and swayed. Through his red and swollen eyes, he saw his horse grazing not far away.

He was stunned for a long time and couldn't help looking to the West - Datong City. In fact, he had run so far that he could see nothing but the wild grass all over the mountain, but he knew every brick and tile of the city well, not to mention the people in the city.

For a long time, he went to the stone pavilion not far away and led his horse.

He tied the horse to Ma Shi outside the stone pavilion, while he sat on the stone bench and waited quietly.

As the red sun gradually falls and the twilight slowly engulfs the earth, Yan Sikong does not move, just waiting.

Before the last ray of sky disappeared, suddenly, Yan Sikong heard the sound of a horse's hoof.

Looking around, a red horse was running towards him. The people on the horse were wearing armor and helmets, and they were majestic. They were only riding alone, and they were full of domineering spirit.

His eyes were hot and his heart was full of feelings.

That horse is the king of Tianshan named by himself, and that man is him It's his people.

Zuihong ran to the stone pavilion and stopped. A group of riders behind him stopped in the distance.

Feng Ye turned over and got off the horse. The shadow cast by his helmet covered half of his face. It was hard to distinguish his look, but the slight Lipliner had already revealed his tense mood.Yan Sikong stood up and went to the stone pavilion step by step, facing Fengye.

Feng Ye clenched the hilt of the sword, so that his fingers clucked. He asked softly, "why didn't you go?"

Yan Sikong asked, "Why are you here?"

"You want the king of Zhenbei." Feng Ye stepped forward and said in a dumb voice, "the king of Zhenbei will get what he wants. The king of Zhenbei will not let you go at all."

Yan Sikong stares at Feng Ye for a long time and suddenly laughs.

Feng Ye didn't move. He just looked at Yan Sikong and his eyes flashed.

Yan Sikong walks slowly to Feng Ye and looks into his eyes: "do you want to turn back?"

Feng Ye lowered his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice suddenly became soft: "where are you going, at least, at least tell me, where are you going."

"I'll tell you, and then what?"

Feng Ye raised his eyes and looked directly at Yan Sikong, with a look of weeping: "don't I even know where you are? Even if you look at it from a distance, do you hate it? "

Yan Sikong sighs heavily. He suddenly reaches out his hand and takes off Feng Ye's helmet.

Feng Ye was stunned.

Yan Sikong threw the heavy headgear aside and stared at Feng Ye's eyes without blinking: "you ask me again."

“…… What? "

"Ask me why I didn't go."

Feng Ye was shocked and looked at Yan Sikong rigidly.

"Ask."

Feng Ye opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

Yan Sikong took the corner of his mouth and laughed. Then his eyes turned red immediately. He choked and said, "I guess you will come to me. If you go too far, it's not good for your injury."

Feng Ye bit his lips, and his tall body trembled slightly.

Yan Sikong raised his hand and stroked Feng Ye's face hesitantly, cautiously and cautiously: "I Don't worry about you. Even if all the people in the world only recognize the king of Zhenbei, I still remember whether you are Fengye, king or prisoner of death. You are Fengye in my heart, and I treat you as one. "

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong in disbelief with tears in his eyes: "you said What What did you say, kong'er? "

Yan Sikong looked like crying and laughing: "Feng Ye, this time, you have to treat me well, otherwise..."

Feng Ye suddenly hugs Yan Sikong in his arms, hugs him tightly, tears burst down the bank: "kong'er Free time... " He had been waiting for this moment as if he had been waiting all his life. He thought that he would never be able to wait. He thought that after today, he would sink into the abyss of pain. He thought that He even suspected that he was dreaming, so that he could not say anything except calling his crazy name.

If it was a dream, he would not wake up until he died. He clearly knew that the real nightmare was the world without Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong was also full of tears, and her heart was filled with grief. He hugged Fengye. His chest was broad and warm. As in the past, it was the most reassuring place in the world. Although the two were beyond recognition, he never forgot what Fengye had given him.

Later, he also resisted and evaded, but he could not escape the fetters of Fengye.

If this is what they have ordered, he will not turn back even if there are thorns in front of them and even if there are traps buried somewhere.

Feng Ye, like a drowning man, grabs the straw and holds Yan Sikong tightly. He is afraid that once he gives up, all this will turn into a flower in the water mirror and disappear.

Now that he's got it, he'll never let it go again.

"Free time, I will I'll do everything I can to treat you, I'll... " Feng Ye burst into tears.

Yan Sikong closed her eyes.

He thought of Fengye and asked him what he wanted.

A lot of things, he does not want, just dare not want, he is too clear how to get and lose the pain and despair of the taste, not as good as the first do not get.

But the man he hugged, the one he belonged to all his life, even though he was full of resentment, he could not be as deep as he was in those days. He could not forget it completely by all means. I'm afraid that the life and death fetters with Fengye were really their fate. He accepted his fate, no matter what the future would be.

Feng Ye's body began to shake, and his weight tilted toward Yan Sikong. Yan Sikong woke up like a dream. He stabilized the footwall and said anxiously, "what's the matter with you? Is it a wound Let me see your wound

Fengye turned a deaf ear and whispered "kong'er" in his mouth. These two words were like his body protection charm. He cried over and over again, as if to confirm that Yan Sikong was really in his arms. His body fell more and more feebly.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye tightly and roared, "come on!"

Feng Ye said with a tearful smile: "I'm ok. I'll never be OK again. I want to All looking at you, kong'er, you know, you are mine My life. "

Yan Sikong said in a dumb voice, "then live well. If you dare to do such stupid things again, I will never forgive you!""I dare not." Feng Ye's voice became weaker. "I want to live with you Die together. " He could no longer support, fell into Yan Sikong's arms and fell asleep.