Beyond the Great Wall

The night Shen Wancong left was actually only a few hours away from the Mid-Autumn Festival.After all, he couldn't wait for that day, and both Gu Qin and Tang Lin knew it.Gu Qin took Shen Wancong's previous words and buried him immediately.The thin coffin covered Shen Wancong's extremely elegant eyebrows and eyes, while the loess gravel covered the coffin covered with silk blankets inside.In front of the grave, there was only a wooden sign standing desertedly, under the clear moonlight, the words "Spirit of Meng Wan" were engraved on the sign.

nonstop.There are no burial objects, just a blanket for keeping warm, the blanket is so plain that there is no pattern; there is no suitable coffin, just a pitifully thin board to help block the dust; there is no identity inscription on the tombstone, a simple four Words are easy.Even, the name on the stele is not him at all.

This is Shen Wancong's order before birth.They did so, only with sore hearts while arranging.That night, Gu Qin asked someone to ride back to Mijing overnight. He couldn't bear it any longer, and he had to let Meng Che know.But Gu Qin followed Shen Wancong's words and didn't stop, Meng Che was destined not to take one last look at him.

When the envoy sent by Gu Qin entered the imperial city of Shujing and told Meng Che, who was still buried in the memorial, "Mr. The servant ran, and a company of guards was alarmed behind him, and they ran after him.He yells and walks all night, must see him.Meng Che knew that Shen Wancong would never bluff him with such things as death, even in the few days when he first arrived in Mijing and was imprisoned in prison, he had never seen him spit out the word "death" once.

Because he didn't like it, he just said something, and let him go to the edge of the fortress alone, saying that he was looking at the moon beyond the fortress.He felt a little uneasy from the letters that never came back, and when the letter that Shen Wancong just sent came to him, he dispelled the uneasiness again.Although there were only two short sentences in the letter, without even mentioning half of his own name, Meng Che was still happy for a while.But now he regrets it, he shouldn't let him go and let him wave his sleeves away from him, and he shouldn't have been too busy not to look at him.

Meng Che forced himself to calm down and question the messenger carefully, and he was even more shocked after hearing every word.He quickly pulled out his steed, gave a few hasty instructions, and galloped away.Along the way, the moonlight filled the air, like a gentle stream of water flowing beside him.The fast-moving horse is like a sword cutting through the moonlight, the four hoofs blow the wind, and the chill invades.His ears were ringing, and the rushing autumn wind lifted his thin clothes and untied hair. He just felt uncomfortable, and he just wanted to see that haggard body without bones and spirits.

He knew that Shen Wancong's coffin was thin, and he was afraid that he would be cold in the ground, but no one could give him a warm embrace; Meng Wan was a stranger.

From the day Shen Wancong left, he has been thinking about what is the relationship between himself and Shen Wancong, is it relative or old, love or love?Every answer was not to his liking. The only time he and Shen Wancong were really close to each other was the day Shen Wanhui was killed. He opened his eyes in horror, clutched his sleeves tightly with his fingers, and murmured, "Meng Che!" .He changed his dressing very gently that night, but it still hurt him.After changing the medicine, Shen Wancong obviously didn't dare to move around, so he took this opportunity to clasp his fingers tightly with him, and then snatched Shen Wancong's kiss away.

He can't numb his love for him, so he protects him in his own way, hides the dark side of everything, and doesn't reveal a word to him.He didn't tell Shen Wancong that Shen Wanhui secretly recruited troops in the imperial city of Sangchuan, with the intention of killing the king and seizing the throne on the night of Shen Wanxuan's wedding; The secret poison house built in the palace, if Shen Wancong is unwilling to give way to Shen Wanhui, he will release thousands of poisons in the house to destroy the world; he did not tell Shen Wancong the purpose of forcing him to write a surrender letter It was to prevent the wicked from being framed; he didn't even tell Shen Wancong that he loved him.

Now he wants to talk, but he has no chance.

Meng Che almost frantically galloped to the frontier fortress. As soon as he got off his horse, the travel-stained man wanted to find him who had already slept forever.Gu Qin was dressed in coarse white clothes, holding a plate of snow-white mooncakes in his hand, leading Meng Che to move slowly.

It was already night when Meng Che arrived here, and he ran all day and night to come to the frontier.His eyes were bloodshot due to restless sleep, he said that he changed the tombstone to a stone one, and wrote about the spirit of Shen Wan Cong.Wood is easy to decay, but stone can withstand wind and rain, and the words carved on it can be preserved forever.The guards silently complied, they had never seen the stable emperor become so broken overnight.

Gu Qin led him all the way silently, and only made a slight sound when he stepped on the sand and stones underground.Meng Che hurriedly drank a few sips of water and followed Gu Qin closely. At night, the wind in the frontier fortress was slightly cold, and the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival was quietly shining in the sky.Gu Qin led him into a piece of lush grass, suddenly stopped and turned to look at him: "He is in front, so I won't go."

The phrase "he is in front" made Meng Che feel sad.After Meng Che thanked Gu Qin, he stepped in, and the graves in the yellow sand amidst the moonlight were very eye-catching.He froze for a moment, and stood there blankly, staring at the tomb with red eyes for a long time.Unable to say a word he thought along the way, he staggered over and sat down leaning against the tombstone, raising his hand and rubbing the word "Wan" on it.

He was afraid that the man would get angry waiting, so he opened his mouth and asked slowly, Wan Cong, is it cold?It must be cold, Shen Wancong has been extremely afraid of the cold since he got sick, every time he was forcibly pulled into his arms and covered for a long time before falling into a deep sleep.The gentleness of his tone is like the lingering warm water in the spring day in the south of the Yangtze River.

The moonlight is faint, and the wind is hunting; if the sky has love, it will never recover; the moon is like no hatred, and it is long and round.

Suddenly he burst into tears.

In the end, Meng Che still did not move the tomb back to Mijing.On the white marble tombstone that has been replaced, there is his imperial brush. The originally sharp brush was deliberately hidden, and the "Spirit of Shen Wan Cong" was written softly.Meng Che spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in front of Shen Wancong's tomb, and he was the only one drinking in front of the tomb all night, and then gently stroked the tombstone for a long time without saying a word.

In fact, the relationship between him and him has always been easy to understand. It is neither close relatives nor old friends, nor is it a pair of absurd people that He Yu left behind before leaving.

The relationship that Meng Che and Shen Wancong couldn't figure out was just that he missed him very much and he was no longer here.

This has always been simple.close