[Twenty-five]

Recently Gu Xiran always feels very uneasy.

There has been only one person who called him overseas, asking for money again, and the amount was not small.

He deliberated for a while and refused.

The person on the other side of the phone seemed to find it unbelievable and forgot to play even the usual cursing and swearing.

He thought well, Jun Ran's body is estimated to not be able to withstand too much exertion in the future, actors are too hard, running north and south, winter water summer cotton clothes are easy, sometimes day and night, sleep deprivation, a scene of the card, even the meal can not care to eat.

He has to save money, always ready to feed another person.

"What, dumped by the man who used to keep you?" The voice on the other end was a bit malicious.

Gu Xiran froze for a moment, "When, how much did he give you?"

"What? Now you want the money back? You owe our family a human life ......"

"Shut the fuck up! How much money did you take from him?"

......

Gu Xiran hung up the phone.

That amount, that time period, was exactly the time when Jun Ran made his debut.

He had a sour and soft heart and suddenly wanted to see him, and his previous plans to enrich his country and strengthen his army were thrown into the back of his mind.

He formatted his phone before looking at Jun Ran's phone many times, long ago memorized.

The other side turned off the phone when he made up his mind to call, ready to respond to various phrases.

He went to his new microblog, only a few scattered fitness beauty Taobao marketing fans, but followers of hundreds of people, all about Jun Ran.

The previous number was his own way to cancel. I can't help it, that time even if you take a look at all the Jun Ran's pro-mother powder and backing his fingers still can't restrain the microblogging brush message.

The official blog of Jun Ran company has no news, almost all microblogging underneath are bombarded by Jun Ran's fans.

Gu Xiran watched and watched, more and more heartbroken.

The fan's eyes are like fire, the official information released that Jun Ran has no parents and relatives, and has been an orphan, the entertainment industry even if there are friends is deterred by the power of TR, so no one can come out to say something after such a big incident.

Not even to say whether he is dead or alive. As long as the company can hold down, no one can leak the news.

This is to bully Jun Ran no father no mother no one to love.

Gu Xiran is glad that most of Jun Ran's fans are kind and sober, because Jun Ran's life, fans are always full of cautious concern and preference for him. It doesn't matter if you don't have a father or a mother, we'll be watching you for the rest of your long life, you'll get married, you'll have a lover and a child, you'll slowly become a beautiful uncle, and finally a beautiful grandfather, until then I'll love you, from green onion to hair on the temples.

He saw this paragraph written by a young girl and nearly burst into tears.

The computer shut down, and he got up to the window sill with extreme vision, because the floor can see very far away from the light.

The ground is like a river of flowing stars, the sky is dark.

When he was young in a small southern town, the coastal air always had a fishy, unpleasant, extremely moist, and at night the sky was the sky and the ground was the ground, unlike the northern city now, where heaven and earth are upside down. Because it is so clean, looking up at the sky for a while can always see shooting stars.

A thin line, speeding through the night sky, that a thin flash of light always lets people mistake for illusion.

And the star river, he borrowed a classmate's fishing boat in the middle of the night to sneak out to sea, in the absence of light on the surface of the sea can look up to see the ground incomparable Milky Way. It was an extremely magnificent beauty, the sky was shimmering, the sea was black, and there was a little lonely warm light far away, the lighthouse that was not extinguished.

He would recognize the stars and know which direction to take at sea, an experience that only many old fishermen have.

His mother never interfered with him, but he felt he could hide some things, such as going out to sea in the middle of the night through a window.

That beautiful, cold woman had a special character that he could not get close to. Many times Gu Xiran felt that she looked at him in admiration of a certain artifact, more often through his nostalgia for someone.

He was alone in the middle of the dark sea water quietly waiting for dawn, only the sound of the tide and wind in his ears, sometimes forget to drop anchor in the sea to sleep over, woke up when the sunrise, half the sky and the sea drenched in gold and red. Without the stars, he could only rely on a little bit of luck and time and again to feel out the navigation skills to find back with a compass.

At that time, he was young and open, and never had any fear, did not know what is death.

Later he realized that probably he was born with the ruthlessness to fight for his life, somehow fearless, as if he could fight for his life for what he thought was good.

Then he met Jun Ran, and he overturned his previous position again and again.

He no longer does whatever he wants to do, full of scruples.

Jun Ran let him see the sea when he was young, the sky full of flowing stars, the stars under the lonely small fishing boat, the church with a white bell tower, a bell ringing when the bell covers the small town, the only beautiful pale blue eyes finally died in his arms of the cat.

If you see your forgotten self in a person, probably, you are really trapped.

The world is vast and self-contained, not everyone is fortunate enough to meet another self.

** The world is vast and self-contained.

* The fire is bright, and the beams are carved.

The fire is bright and beautiful, and the carved beams of the tender home even if burning are extremely beautiful.

The smoke has a familiar cold fragrance, his nose is good since childhood, knows that this is the usual smell of Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, silk light, cold as frost, and unexpectedly has a kind of seduction of desire to refuse to welcome.

He remembered that the excessively beautiful woman lost her life in the fire.

The door was studded with Hetian white jade door nails, gold with jade door rings, and a little bit of smoke yellow ash licked black.

Pavilions, pavilions, flying pavilion flowing Dan, winding water.

This is Jiangnan scenery.

He is clear that this is not Jiangnan, but Hu Xia mixed merchant travel to and from the frontier, one side is the Central Plains, and the other is the Western Region. This place over time has become a school of its own, set the western Hu wind Han style of the great, with the flavor of time-accumulated prosperity. The ashes in front of you are the border "small Jiangnan". The far-sighted Hu people themselves invited the top feng shui master in the Central Plains, a clever mouth to convince local officials, according to the guidance took many years to open a canal, so that the flow of merchants more quickly, and then derived from the two banks of the restaurant red buildings, pavilions in turn.

Travelers to this place of the Jianghu guest pen and ink people marveled at the glory of this place, it is not the Jiangnan Qinhuai water, and the canal Shengji Yanji is set in the "small Jiangnan" rouge.

Western women can not learn the gentle and gentle Wenxiu Jiangnan water, they have their own they do not care about the style. The people in the rouge are all stunningly beautiful, each with their own secret difficulties.

He can't remember how many times this is the courtyard, the long corridor twists, and turns hanging over the water, the koi follow the steps of the pleasure seekers to ask for food, a pile of buy simple. A little farther away, there is a large lotus flower, in the summer season, reflecting the sun blossoming with abandon, rouge holds the woman is good at playing pipa huqin, the sound of instrumental music on the water surface all day long.

He knew the water temperature was very low, the beautiful and incomparable woman hid him under the overhanging corridor, only to give him a hollow straw.

Her last look was gentle, so gentle as to be almost decisive.

Be good, don't run away, the mother is leaving.

These were the last words she said to him. Only nine words.

He was really good and obedient to hide under the corridor, this place because of the placement of the corridor support slightly higher ground, he slightly curled up in the water, with a straw in his mouth.

The fire light through a layer of water stinging his eyes.

Burning red, dying screams for help through the water seems to be distorted, to his ears always do not really hear.

So he was not sure if any of those screams came from his mother's mouth.

He was sober enough to know that after this night, he was without his loving and annoying sisters and without his mother.

"Is there anyone else, the boss won't let them stay alive." The man's voice.

"No."

The voice sounded right above his head.

At that moment his heart almost stopped.

And then the light of day dawned.

The man overhead who had left suddenly returned, still without the sound of footsteps, only to throw him a bag of silver.

"Kid doesn't learn from adults to visit the kiln, don't mention the rouge straddle in the future, will die."

In the years that followed he was tossed around several times life and death, and when he heard the voice again this man asked him, "What is your name, don't be afraid, your eyes are so beautiful, more blue than the bluest gem I have ever seen."

He did not hate him, he did not hate everyone in the division.

Heaven and Earth are unkind, and people's lives in the world are like flying puffs. He is not smart enough to focus on several things at once, his heart is only so big, hatred is too deep for him, and it is hard to fill in anything else after it is filled in.

And then, the whole world wants him dead, he is willing to let many people go, but those people refused to let him go.

By the way, there was Gu Xiran, whom he suddenly met.

That last time was stolen from him, he used to dream of this kind of comfort.

Opening his eyes was everything unfamiliar, a very different world.

The man stood by his bed, hand, and foot, the black raven feather-like messy short broken hair, eyes extremely black and deep, like a deep clear spring, full of solemnly said responsible for him, there is guilt and pity under the eyes.

After the death of his brother, he had never seen such a look.

He took it seriously.

Do not blame Gu Xiran, really do not blame Gu Xiran.

He should have died a long time ago and woke up but someone thought he was giving him shelter and care, how could he repay the kindness with resentment?

But this time, he is really no strength.

Very tired.

It was cold.

It hurt.

He found himself in a dark tunnel with only a little white light at the end and an irregular thunderclap in his ears.

Following his instinct to walk towards the white light, his feet were heavy, one step was difficult, and there was a musical sound from a pipa and a huqin at the light source, he felt familiar, a flash of memory remembered the "Phoenix" he had heard when he was young, his mother slightly changed a few things to make it more suitable for the huqin to play.

He saw his sister, with hair like clouds and eyebrows like distant mountains, looking towards him from afar, the same flower goddess who looked so good in the palanquin.

Further away there were many others, those he knew, those he killed, those who wanted to kill him.

Senior brother's eyebrows gentle, looking at him just smiling, not talking.

They are separated by a winding river, the white light is the river's sparkling reflection.

It turned out that he had walked to the shore.

Jun Ran a foot into the river, very cold.

Walk across the Yellow Springs Road and then cross the Forgetting River water, people are dead through. Forgetting the river water is always someone ferrying living souls, diagonally across a river, from the shore to the other side, from life to death.

With no one to carry him across the river, he will wade through the water himself.

Looking back at the tunnel where he came from, it turns out that both sides of the Yellow Springs are really as the old man said, the road is lined with flowers without leaves and leaves without flowers Manzanita blooming to gorgeous, the road is a step bright footprints, actually are blood.

All the healing wounds on the body in this way are all cracked, years and years of wounds staggered layers, he did not have a piece of good flesh.

The division's wound medicine is really incredible stuff, as long as the wound is not fatal, it always has a way to erase the mouth.

Rows of wounds are a continuous concealed weapon, stripes are knife wounds sword wounds, tiny holes are arrow wounds, the neck is a thin blade cut-throat wound, leg broken bones have been hit by arrows have been frozen, but count him relatively clean places on his body.

And his hand, the latest injury on the finger is Gu Xiran's broken flower pot cut and unsightly frostbite.

The original death will restore a person's most realistic appearance.