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[The Peak of Death and Life] Your heart is as deep as the sea

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    Nanping Valley.

    It was late at night, and fresh snow was falling outside the hut.

    In the past few days, Mo Ran's injury has become more and more serious. Even if Chu Wanning used the flower soul sacrifice technique to heal his injury, it had little effect.

    In the afternoon, he woke up once vaguely, but his consciousness was still unconscious. He squinted his eyes and saw Chu Wanning, he just cried, he said sorry, and said not to go, and turned upside down in one sentence  , finally broke down in tears.

    He has been dreaming, and has been traveling through his turbulent years.

    For a while, he thought that he had just been picked up by Xue Zhengyi, and for a while he thought that he was in the five years when he lost Chu Wanning.

    The only thing he can't dream of is the memory that has been taken away by the Flower of Eight Sufferings and Everlasting Hate.  I can't dream of all his sacrifices, all his protection, all his innocence.

    "Mo Ran" After bringing a bowl of freshly cooked porridge, Chu Wanning came to his bedside.

    The porridge is barely enough to be eaten, which belongs to the craftsmanship of the previous life.

    He sat down on the side of the couch, raised his hand, and touched Mo Ran's forehead.

    It was very hot.

    He called him, but he couldn't wake him up, so Chu Wanning waited until the porridge gradually became colder and colder, and he felt that he couldn't do this anymore, so he warmed the porridge again through the water.

    He doesn't know when Mo Ran will wake up, but if he wakes up, he can always eat right away.

    "It's made with chicken soup, you like it best." Chu Wanning whispered to him, the spiritual power spells that kept Mo Ran's heart beating have never been broken, but Mo Ran couldn't wake up.

    Can't wake up, that is to say, once the spiritual power is cut off, maybe he will never open his eyes again.

    It is impossible to save them back.

    But I am not reconciled, how can I be reconciled.

    Mo Ran is still alive, he still has breath even though it is so weak.  These days, the sun, the moon, and the morning and evening, Chu Wanning stayed by his side, seeing that his chest was still heaving, he felt that there was still hope, and everything could be turned back.

    It's still too late.

    Chu Wanning still remembers that one night, Mo Ran woke up in a daze. At that time, there was no light in the room, and Mo Ran stared blankly at the candlestick, and his dry lips kept moving slightly.

    He was very excited at the time, and hurriedly held Mo Ran's hand and asked him: "What do you want to say?"

    "¡­¡­lamp¡­¡­"

    "What?"

    "LampI want a lamp" Mo Ran looked at the candlestick that he was destined to be unable to light, and tears rolled down his cheeks, "I want a light"

    At that moment, time overlapped.

    ?It seems to be back in the past, when Mo Ran fell ill when he first became a teacher, and the thin boy curled up on the bed, groggy all the time.

    When Chu WanNing went to visit him, he whimpered and called A Niang.

    Not knowing how to coax, Chu Wanning sat by the boy's bed, raised his hand hesitantly, and touched the boy's forehead.

    The thin child cried and said, "The black ones are all black Mom I want to go home"

    In the end, it was Chu Wanning who lit the candlestick, and the bright fire illuminated the walls and also illuminated Chu Wanning's face.  As if feeling the warmth of the light, the child with a high fever opened a pair of dark eyes that were still wet.

    "Master"

    Chu WanNing agreed, and twisted the quilt for him, with a low voice, which sounded very gentle: "Mo Ran, the light is ondon't be afraid."

    After many years, a solitary lamp lighted up majestically again, and the warm yellow halo filled the hut, dispelling the endless darkness and coldness.

    Chu WanNing caressed his hair, calling him hoarsely: "The ink burns, the light is on."

    He wanted to continue saying, don't be afraid.

    But the throat was choked up, and he couldn't speak anymore. Chu Wanning held back his tears, but after all, he was against Mo Ran's forehead, weeping brokenly: "the light is on, wake up, okay?"

    "Talk to me, okay"

    ?Lamps, flowers, candles, tears, and deep dreams, this lamp has been burning, from brilliant and clear, to exhausted and dry.

    Later, the sky was bright, white belly appeared outside the window, and Mo Ran still didn't open his eyes.  The days when a sleeping boy could be woken up with a single lamp have passed.

    Never look back.

    Another three nights passed.

    These days, Chu Wanning stayed by his bed every day, took care of him, accompanied him, lost his spiritual power to him, and told him about things he had forgotten.

    In the evening of this day, the snow had stopped, and a red sun was shining outside the window, and the setting sun was shining on the earth.  There is a squirrel covering itselfThe silence was terrifying.

    After a long, long time, Chu Wanning did not move, Chu Wanning was still lying in Mo Ran's arms, lying on the bed, he didn't even get up, didn't raise his head, and didn't speak again.

    His little apprentice, his senior brother Mo, and his Ta Xianjun want him to sleep peacefully.

    Said that he would hold an umbrella for him for the rest of his life, tell stories for the rest of his life, and love him for the rest of his life.

    Mo Ran said, it was cold outside and the snow was heavy.

    I warm you up.

    Chu Wanning was curled up in his arms, curled up in the chest that hadn't disappeared from the heat, and didn't move.

    They are leaving for home tomorrow.

    He wants to have a good rest with Mo Ran.

    Chu WanNing stretched out his hand and encircled Mo Ran's waist.

    In the dark night, he said: "Okay, I will listen to you, and I will sleep But tomorrow, when I call you, you must remember to wake up."

    He pressed against the chest that was no longer ups and downs, tears soaked and warmed the ink-burning skirt.

    "Don't stay in bed."

    Good night, Mo Ran.

    It's a long night, but I will be with you. May you have good dreams, fire and lights.

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