Цитаты из книги 殺破狼 / Sha Po Lang

Gu Yun made an 'Mm' sound, letting him take him by the hand into the Marshal tent, he wiped Chang Geng's face with a smile: "Your Highness, your face is dirty."

Chang Geng felt half of his bones soften by the sudden gentle care of the other, but he was instantly alerted, feeling that such a soft attitude from him would not spell anything good.

Sure enough, Gu Yun sat on one side, holding Chang Geng's hand and caressed it in his palm for a while and said, "There's another thing."

Chang Geng raised his eyebrow and looked at him expressionlessly.

Gu Yun held Chang Geng's palm in one hand, and covered it with the other. He lowered his head and kissed the tip of the finger with a cut on it: "I was planning to stall them to clean up the North first."

Chang Geng: "You want to go back to the Northern Frontier?"

Gu Yun nodded.

Chang Geng: "When?"

Gu Yun: "...Very soon. "

Chang Geng's eyes skimmed over one of his eyes that was covered by the liuli glass. His body was exhausted, but his blood was still boiling so much that his mouth was hot and dry. For a split second, he wanted to hug him in public and get intimate with him in front of everyone. But when he saw the Master Liao Ran's 'indifferent to all worldly temptations' face from afar, he suddenly realized he had overstepped the boundary. With a smile, he silently reflected himself for a moment and let go of Gu Yun's waist. He took up his hand and calmed himself little by little with the feeble but stable pulse: "Nothing — I saw the messenger going north just now, is it a report to the capital?"

Chang Geng tightened his hands and held Gu Yun in a posture similar to protective. For the first time, he had no dependence on his little yifu, no desire for his loved one. Instead, he seemed to cherish a young and fragile child.

In those days of his unrequited feelings, Chang Geng had imagined countless times that if he had been born ten or twenty years earlier, what would be the scenario between him and Gu Yun?

Now, in the wet and cold frontline of Jiangbei, those ten years have shrunk to an inch, in which he crossed over by a step.

Chang Geng's hair all over his body stood up, his hands and feet were colder than the winter weather in Jiangbei.

Gu Yun was just suffering from chest pain at first, after spitting out this blood, he had felt a bit better, but the coughing would not stop. The front of his clothes was stained with blood. He could not see clearly what was around him, waving his hand around, “Don't make a ruckus,… cough, don't… cough…”

Chang Geng suppressed his spirit that was on the edge of collapse and was about to pick him up when suddenly, he heard Gu Yun vaguely crying out to him: “… Chang Geng…”

He took a deep breath and leaned over to listen, “Hm?”

Gu Yun's nose was full of the scent of blood. This time, even his sense of smell was not working, it seemed only his brain was still clear as if on its last momentum, he speaks in intermittent, “Chang Geng…Yan Wang is coming these days. This matter is not allowed to be spread, especially him…do not let him know…”

Chang Geng's heart cracked, his eyes red, he told the guard next to him. “Call the military doctor over!”

Усыпанный множеством раскрывшихся бутонов весенний сад был сплошь залит ярким золотом цзяннаньского солнца. Правда садовники господина Яо как-то судачили, что именно в это время наступает самый активный сезон цветения, хотя длится он недолго: от десяти дней до полутора месяцев.

По крайней мере, они цвели именно здесь, в просторном саду, а не где-то там, на краю горизонта, у склона безлюдной горы, где им некому явить свою красоту прежде, чем они безмолвно увянут. Жизнь и смерть разделяет мгновение — не успеешь и глазом моргнуть, как твое время иссякнет. И свидетелями кратчайшего мига красоты бытия тех цветов станут птицы, пролетающие мимо, и дикие звери. Разве им есть дело до них? Разве могут они постичь смысл сего чуда?

Мгновению жизни цветка уподобились совершенно никчемные чувства: грызущая сердце ненависть и исцеляющая сердце любовь.