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　　用了三天時間，季玖才將院子恢復到曾經的整潔。爛掉的門窗、碎裂的水缸、翻倒的石桌、坑坑窪窪的土牆……安靜的將一切恢復如初，季玖坐在陽光下曬太陽。陽光溫暖，微風傳遞著花香，他飲著茶，神態安詳。仿佛世態靜美，無可挑剔。
　　那些絕望與悲哀，傷心與開懷，都是一場幻覺。
　　
　　去年江南大旱，前年西北又有蝗災，大前年暴雨滂沱，澇了不知多少糧田。這樣的年景，當地鄉紳們同官府一起開倉賑災，才勉強度過，直到今年，才風調雨順起來。這樣的年月，大軍出征必然勞民傷財。而軍隊開拔，糧草先行，沒有糧食就不能動。所以，皇帝與季玖都在等，等一個好年月，等錢糧再充裕些，以應對一場曠世之戰。
　　季玖打了個呵欠，揉了揉眼，起身回到房裡，坐在案前打開堆在一旁的書信閱覽。
　　有幾封已經拆開過的，季玖又重新取出裡面的紙張，大多數無非是些軍情，書信裡寥寥幾行字，都是尋常瑣事，只有其中一封，季玖看了許久，裡面也只兩行字，所述之事卻非尋常，信上說的是，匈奴軍隊近日異動。
　　季玖想了很久，首先可以確定的是，他尚未去尋敵，敵人自己來了。接著，他也可以確定，既然連他都能收到這封資訊，皇帝也必定收到了。最後，季玖不能確定皇帝的意圖——究竟是想讓他隱在這裡，等最後一戰來臨再讓他複出，還是……根本就不想讓他去打這一戰？
　　如果是前者，匈奴若是來犯，季玖確信自己這一次能領兵迎戰，如是後者……季玖想來想去，也不太明白為何會如此？
　　不是說好了嗎？他當皇帝，他當他的大將軍。
　　不是說好了嗎？他坐擁天下，他為他安邦四海。
　　不是說好了嗎。
　　
　　季玖扔開書信，不知道這個世上還有什麼可以相信一回。
　　只能等待，等待聖旨來臨。其實並不急躁，季玖總是感覺，如果匈奴來襲，這一戰還是要他親自去迎的。冷眼看朝野上下，沒有誰比他更瞭解匈奴人了。
　　黃沙裡的兩年，不是白走一趟。
　　
　　天色漸漸黑了，房門被叩響，季玖起身去開門，一個滿臉皺紋的老人提著油膩膩的包裹，和一壇剛打來的酒遞給了他。
　　季玖笑了一下，道：“謝謝啞伯，最近煩勞您了。”
　　被喚啞伯的老人連忙擺手，張著嘴“啊啊”的叫，卻說不出完整的話。
　　季玖將飯食擺上桌，啞伯打著手勢表示去幹活，掩好門，退回院裡。
　　
　　將油燈撥亮了些，季玖坐在桌前，默默吃著自己的晚飯，農家自己做的煎餅，因是給他做，油就放的多了些，還夾了不少肉丁，鋪開在桌上，油漬順著荷葉的脈絡流淌。季玖沒有什麼食欲，卻不想辜負了啞伯一家子的心意，大口大口吃著，就著水酒往下嚥，也吞了大半塊。
　　剩下小半怎樣也吃不下了，便放在一旁，自己往茶盞裡倒滿了酒，仰頭喝下去。
　　酒是涼的，喝在胃裡卻是暖的，接著會暖遍全身。他的酒量一向很好，輕易不會醉。
　　
　　自斟自飲喝到夜深，門窗緊閉的屋內有了風聲，季玖端著酒碗的手頓了一下，灑出幾滴酒花來，落在青袍上。
　　伊墨同樣拿著一壇酒，放在他的酒罈旁邊，一壇並著一壇，仿佛肩並著肩。
　　季玖緩緩放下茶盞，看著桌上並肩而立的兩壇酒，等了會才道：“沒有下酒菜。”
　　伊墨坐在他對面，取了一個倒扣的茶碗，放好後給自己斟了酒，道：“不用。”
　　季玖笑了一下，點頭說好，又說：“有事？”
　　“我來告辭。”伊墨說。
　　季玖的眼底似乎閃過什麼，然而太快了，連伊墨都捕捉不住。恐怕只有季玖自己才知道那一刻，他心中究竟想些什麼。
　　但季玖卻不會說，只是舉起酒盞來，淡淡道：“既然如此，這杯酒就當為你踐行。”
　　伊墨喝了。
　　
　　他們很久都沒有再說話，各自自斟自飲，偶爾目光交匯，卻又很快分離。總是季玖的目光先移開，看向一邊，或另一邊，總是不願意與他對視，或許是不想，也或許是不敢。
　　季玖先時就飲了不少，所以他的酒罈先亮了底。
　　搖了搖空酒罈，季玖道：“沒了。”
　　伊墨將自己的酒給他斟滿，又給自己斟上，放下同樣所剩不多的罎子，道：“分了。”
　　季玖自持酒量很好，並不在意他給自己斟得酒是什麼酒，但是連飲三盞過後，季玖便覺得有些恍惚，同時心跳得特別快，甚至能聽見血管裡血液極速流動的噪音。季玖揉著額頭，問：“這是什麼酒？這麼厲害。”
　　“春酒。”伊墨說，又道：“也叫女兒紅。我偷來的，那家女人長得醜又是個瘸子，沒人要。她爹給她釀的春酒，已經埋了四十多年。反正不會有人喝，我就拿來了。”
　　季玖扶著額頭，先時還瞪他，後來聽著，便忍不住“撲哧”一聲，低低笑了。
　　這一笑，氣血更是翻湧，頭就有些暈的厲害。
　　季玖說：“還有嗎？”
　　伊墨拎起酒罈又搖了搖，“還剩一點。”
　　“都給我。”季玖搶著說，一把將酒罈抱進了懷裡。
　　伊墨看著自己空空的手，歎道：“要不要我再去挖一壇？”
　　這個問題放在往常，季玖一定會立刻拒絕，無需考慮。但是今夜，像是突然變複雜了似地，季玖想來想去，想了很久最後道：“她爹釀了很多嗎？”
　　伊墨說：“三壇。”
　　季玖“哦”了一聲，而後道：“那我再要一壇。”略頓，像是良心不安似的，問他：“反正她不會再嫁人了，是不是？”
　　伊墨思考了一下，最後很堅決：“以她的情況，嫁出去很難。”
　　季玖就安定了。
　　
　　喝完最後一點酒，季玖伏在桌上，臉上通紅，呼吸有些急，是醉酒人的表現。眼睛亦是茫然的，同時有一種濕漉漉的色澤。
　　趴了一會，季玖嘟囔著說：“沈清軒是個什麼樣的人？”他醉的厲害，有些口齒不清。伊墨聽了，好一會才明白他在問什麼。
　　想了想，伊墨道：“壞人。”
　　季玖趴在桌上，吭哧吭哧笑起來。也不知想到什麼，一直笑一直笑，眼淚都笑了出來，還是抑不住。
　　伊墨湊過去看了他一會，“喝多了？”
　　“沒。”季玖立刻說。
　　通常喝多的，都說自己沒喝多。
　　和這樣的人談話，通常最是吃力，因為他們的思緒是飄著的，忽而東，忽而西，忽而南，忽而北，你永遠不知道他下一句會說什麼。
　　伊墨就遇上了這個問題。
　　前一刻季玖還在申明沒喝醉，下一瞬，季玖問：“你做什麼要那樣對我？”
　　伊墨理了理思緒，正要回答，季玖又跳到另一個問題裡去了，問：“你要我當誰？”
　　因他喝醉了，伊墨也坦誠，這回沒思考，直接道：“自然是沈清軒。”
　　季玖抬起眼，呆呆看了他一會，而後用一種特別無辜的口氣問他：“那季玖怎麼辦呢？”
　　伊墨為難了一會，老實道：“不知道。”
　　季玖聞言猛地伸出手，指著他的鼻子，那架勢像是要破口大駡似的，伊墨往後仰了仰，本能的要躲，結果季玖指了他片刻，自己收了手，毫不留情的奚落一句：“白癡。”
　　“……”伊墨不知道他的思維，又流竄到哪裡去了。
　　季玖用剛剛指著他的那只手撐著頭，醉醺醺的閉著眼問：“你找沈清軒之前，想過會遇到季玖這樣的人嗎？”
　　伊墨說：“想過。”
　　“那你想過怎麼解決嗎？”
　　伊墨說：“想過，但是沒有辦法。”
　　季玖“嘿嘿”地笑了起來，像是很好笑似地，嘿嘿笑個不停，等笑夠了，又是一句：“白癡。”伊墨眨了一下眼，就聽季玖念叨：“你都想不清楚，就盲目的找。找到了又怎麼樣？做事毫無謀略，白癡、蠢貨！”
　　“……”伊墨大度的不和他辯解。
　　“季玖當了沈清軒，季玖怎麼辦呢？”沒有再看他，季玖撐著頭，用已經開始打結的腦筋苦苦思考這個問題，喃喃道：“季玖九歲入宮，十六歲和陳銘把老皇帝逼下去了，一家百十條性命全背在肩上，後來又在軍營裡當了將軍，娶了妻生了子，嗯……還答應陳銘要當他的兵馬大將軍去打匈奴，”頓了頓，季玖猛地一拍桌子，罵道：“皇帝是個騙子！”
　　伊墨呆了一下，“怎麼騙你了？”這個話題，又飄了。
　　“他說讓我去打匈奴。”季玖站起身，跌跌撞撞走到案前，拿了一疊書信扔給他，狠狠地道：“你看匈奴人都快到家門口了，他還讓我在這裡窩著！”
　　伊墨展開書信正要看，卻又被季玖一把奪了過來，面色嚴肅的對著他道：“你偷窺軍情！”又喊：“來人，把他給我綁了，他是細作！”
　　伊墨歎了口氣，有些頭疼。
　　
　　起身一把抓住季玖的肩，伊墨搖了搖他，提聲道：“看清楚我是誰。”
　　季玖停下了喊人，看了他一會，突然蹦出三個字：“老妖蛇！”
　　伊墨：“……”還好，還認得。
　　季玖一把推開他，因為是突然發力，伊墨沒有提防，就被推開了，季玖站在那處，微有些晃，看了他一會，道：“你早些年幹什麼去了？我剛進宮的時候做什麼不來找我？那些皇子想著法子折騰我們的時候，也不見你來。現在找來有什麼用？”
　　伊墨說：“早些找你就有用了嗎？”
　　季玖呵呵笑了一聲：“也比你現在找來好。那時候我要做紈絝還來得及。”
　　“伊墨。”季玖突然提高音量，大聲喊了一句：“季玖來不及回頭做紈絝子弟了，你來晚了！”
　　
　　安靜的院落，因為他這一聲突然厲喝而不再平靜，甚至驚動了不遠處農戶家的狗，頓時傳來一陣狗吠。
　　
　　伊墨卻站了片刻，道：“你當不了紈絝。”又道：“因為你是季家獨子。”
　　季玖呆了呆，反問一句：“是嗎？”見伊墨點頭，又呆了呆，才道：“也是。”
　　伊墨說：“嗯。”
　　季玖卻等了一會，說：“反正你找的是沈清軒，季玖當不當紈絝，與你何干？”這話題，又突然繞到這裡了，季玖說著，突然覺得自己說的有理，連忙又補充一句：“就是，與你何干？”
　　伊墨頓了頓，道：“於我來說，並無不同。”
　　“胡扯。”季玖立時反駁，振振有詞：“那我讓你成仙，你怎麼不去？”
　　“可是……”沈清軒讓我去，我也沒去。這話沒說出來，被季玖揮了揮袖，一言以蔽之：“你想拿我當沈清軒，可從來沒聽過我的話，我說不，你就說要。你對沈清軒也這樣？說來說去，你不過拿我當個念想的工具。”
　　這一回，他儘管思維跳得很快，伊墨也知道他說的是什麼了，立刻道：“沈清軒從沒說過‘不’。”
　　季玖眨了眨眼，說：“可我不是沈清軒啊。”又是一種無辜的神態。
　　
　　“你是。”伊墨說。
　　“不是。”季玖說。
　　“是。”
　　“不是。”
　　“是。”
　　“可我十年前根本就不認識你！我的記憶只有三十年！”
　　“但……我卻有兩百年的記憶，和前世的你。”
　　
　　季玖陡然泄了氣，萎靡的蹲下身，而後捂著臉，坐在了地上。
　　許久，才聽他道：“那季玖怎麼辦？以後的王玖、陳玖、李玖又怎麼辦？他們要是還不如季玖對你，你又怎麼辦？一直找嗎？”
　　伊墨靜了片刻，走過去隨他一起坐在地上，回答道：“我不知道。”
　　“你要想好。”季玖低著頭呢喃著說：“沈清軒死了，沒了，只剩骨頭。你要陪他去死，你就去。你要不願意，就去成仙。只有這兩條路可走，你不能一直一直找下去，就算找到，也要面對不同的沈清軒，或許討厭你，或許畏懼你，或許漠視你，你根本沒準備好去面對會對你說‘不’的沈清軒。”
　　伊墨垂下眼，輕聲道：“沒有別的可能了嗎？”
　　“沒有了。”季玖同樣輕聲回答：“我想了很久，沒有。就算某一世你找到他，在合適的時間，合適的地點，你們又在一起。可也不過數十年而已，你又會失去。接著要繼續周而復始。”
　　
　　“伊墨，”季玖說：“我的日子也沒多少了，人之將死其言也善，你就信我。去成仙吧。”
　　伊墨望著他，先是隨意的一瞥，而後目光嚴肅起來，有了審視的意味。看了他很久，伊墨道：“真要我走？”
　　季玖說：“你留著有意義嗎？”
　　
　　又是沉默。
　　伊墨說：“再陪我一晚。”
　　季玖說：“滾開。”
　　伊墨說：“是季玖陪。”
　　季玖沉默了。

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It took Ji Jiu three days to restore the yard to its former neatness. The rotten doors and windows, the broken water tank, the overturned stone table, the bumpy earthen wall… After quietly restoring everything to its original state, Ji Jiu sat in the sun to bask in the sun. The sun was warm, the breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, and he drank tea with a peaceful look. It seemed as if the world was quiet and beautiful, impeccable.

All the despair and sorrow, sadness and joy, are all an illusion.

Last year, there was a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River. The year before last, there was a locust plague in the northwest. The year before last, there were heavy rains, which flooded countless grain fields. In such a year, the local gentry and the government opened their warehouses to provide disaster relief, and they barely survived. It was not until this year that the weather was good. In such a year, the army would inevitably waste people’s money and money. And the army must go first before it can move without food. Therefore, the emperor and Ji Jiu were waiting, waiting for a good year, waiting for more money and food to deal with an unprecedented war.

Ji Jiu yawned, rubbed his eyes, got up and went back to his room, sat at the desk, opened the letters piled beside him and read them.

There were several letters that had already been opened. Ji Jiu took out the papers inside again. Most of them were just military information. There were only a few lines in the letters, all about ordinary trivial matters. Only one of the letters took Ji Jiu a long time to read. There were only two lines in it, but what was described was extraordinary. The letter said that the Hun army had made unusual movements in recent days.

Ji Jiu thought for a long time. First of all, he was sure that the enemy had come before he went to look for them. Then, he was sure that since even he could receive this message, the emperor must have received it as well. Finally, Ji Jiu was not sure about the emperor’s intentions – did he want him to hide here and wait for the final battle to come before letting him come back, or… did he not want him to fight this battle at all?

If it is the former, if the Huns invade, Ji Jiu is sure that he can lead the troops to fight this time. If it is the latter… Ji Jiu thought about it and didn’t quite understand why this would be the case?

Isn’t it agreed that he will be the emperor and he will be his general?

Isn’t it agreed that he will rule the world and he will protect the country for him?

Didn’t we agree on this?

Ji Jiu threw the letter away, not knowing what else he could believe in this world.

He could only wait for the imperial edict to come. In fact, he was not impatient. Ji Jiu always felt that if the Huns attacked, he would have to go to meet them in person. Looking at the court and the public with a cold eye, no one knew the Huns better than him.

The two years in the yellow sand were not in vain.

It was getting dark and there was a knock on the door. Ji Jiu got up to open it. An old man with a wrinkled face handed him a greasy package and a jar of freshly brewed wine.

Ji Jiu smiled and said, “Thank you, Uncle Ya. I’ve been bothering you recently."

was called “Mute Uncle" quickly waved his hands and opened his mouth to scream “ah ah" but could not utter a complete sentence.

Ji Jiu put the food on the table. Uncle Ya gestured to go to work, closed the door, and returned to the yard.

Turning the oil lamp brighter, Ji Jiu sat at the table and ate his dinner in silence. The farmer made the pancakes himself. Because it was made for him, he put more oil in it and put a lot of diced meat in it. He spread it on the table, and the oil flowed along the veins of the lotus leaves. Ji Jiu had no appetite, but he didn’t want to disappoint the kindness of Uncle Ya’s family , so he ate it with big mouthfuls , swallowing it with water and wine, and swallowed most of it.

He couldn’t eat the remaining half, so he put it aside, filled his teacup with wine, and drank it.

The wine is cold, but it warms the stomach and then the whole body. He has always been a good drinker and doesn’t get drunk easily.

He drank alone until late at night. There was a sound of wind in the house with the doors and windows closed. Ji Jiu’s hand holding the wine bowl paused for a moment, and a few drops of wine spilled and landed on his green robe.

Yi Mo also held a jar of wine and placed it next to his jar of wine, one jar next to the other , as if shoulder to shoulder .

Ji Jiu slowly put down the teacup, looked at the two jars of wine standing side by side on the table, and waited for a while before saying, “There is no snack."

Yi Mo sat opposite him, took an upside-down tea bowl, put it down, poured himself some wine, and said, “No need."

Ji Jiu smiled, nodded and said yes, then asked, “What’s the matter?"

“I’m here to say goodbye." Yi Mo said.

Something seemed to flash across Ji Jiu’s eyes, but it was so fast that even Yi Mo couldn’t catch it. Perhaps only Ji Jiu himself knew what he was thinking at that moment.

But Ji Jiu would not say anything, he just raised the wine cup and said lightly: “In this case, this cup of wine will serve as your practice ."

Yi Mo drank it.

They didn’t talk for a long time, each drinking by themselves, occasionally their eyes met, but soon separated. Ji Jiu’s eyes always looked away first, looking to one side or the other, always unwilling to look him in the eye, perhaps because he didn’t want to, or perhaps because he didn’t dare.

Ji Jiu had drunk a lot before, so his wine jar was empty first.

Shaking the empty wine jar, Ji Jiu said, “It’s gone."

Yi Mo filled his glass with wine, then filled his own, put down the jar which was also low on wine, and said, “Let’s divide it."

Ji Jiu thought he could drink a lot, so he didn’t care what kind of wine he poured for him. But after drinking three glasses in a row, Ji Jiu felt a little dazed, and his heart beat very fast. He could even hear the noise of blood flowing rapidly in his veins. Ji Jiu rubbed his forehead and asked, “What kind of wine is this? It’s so strong."

“Spring wine." Yi Mo said, and then added: “It’s also called daughter’s wine. I stole it. The woman was ugly and crippled, so no one wanted her. The spring wine her father brewed for her has been buried for more than 40 years. Anyway, no one would drink it, so I took it."

Ji Jiu held his forehead and glared at him at first, but after listening, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

This smile made his blood surge and his head feel dizzy.

Ji Jiu said: “Anything else?"

Yi Mo picked up the jar of wine and shook it again, “There’s still a little left."

“Give them all to me." Ji Jiu rushed to say, and hugged the jar of wine in his arms.

Yi Mo looked at his empty hands and sighed, “Do you want me to go dig another jar?"

In the past, Ji Jiu would have rejected this question immediately without any consideration. But tonight, it seemed to have become complicated. Ji Jiu thought about it for a long time and finally asked, “Did her father brew a lot?"

Yi Mo said: “Three altars."

Ji Jiu said “Oh", and then said: “Then I’ll have another jar." After a pause, as if she had a guilty conscience, she asked him: “Anyway, she won’t marry again, right?"

Yi Mo thought about it for a while, and finally said firmly: “Given her situation, it will be difficult for her to get married."

Ji Jiu felt settled.

After finishing the last bit of wine, Ji Jiu leaned over the table, his face flushed, his breathing a little rapid, the behavior of a drunk person. His eyes were also blank, and at the same time there was a wet color.

After lying down for a while, Ji Jiu muttered, “What kind of person is Shen Qingxuan?" He was very drunk and his speech was a little unclear. It took Yi Mo a while to understand what he was asking.

After thinking for a while, Yi Mo said, “Bad guy."

Ji Jiu lay on the table and started laughing . I don’t know what he was thinking about, but he kept laughing until tears came out, but he could n’t hold it back.

Yi Mo leaned over and looked at him for a while, “Drunk?"

“No." Ji Jiu said immediately.

People who usually drink too much say they didn’t drink too much.

Talking to such people is usually the most difficult, because their thoughts are wandering, sometimes east, sometimes west, sometimes south, sometimes north, and you never know what they will say next.

Yi Mo encountered this problem.

Ji Jiu was still claiming that he was not drunk the moment before, and the next moment, Ji Jiu asked: “What did you do to me like that?"

Yi Mo sorted out his thoughts and was about to answer, but Ji Jiu jumped into another question and asked, “Who do you want me to be?"

Because he was drunk, Yi Mo was also frank. This time he didn’t think and said directly: “Of course it’s Shen Qingxuan."

Ji Jiu raised his eyes, stared at him blankly for a while, and then asked him in a particularly innocent tone: “What about Ji Jiu?"

Yi Mo was embarrassed for a while, and said honestly: “I don’t know."

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiu suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at his nose, as if he was about to curse. Yi Mo leaned back and instinctively tried to hide, but Ji Jiu pointed at him for a moment, then withdrew his hand and mercilessly ridiculed him, “Idiot."

“…" Yi Mo didn’t know where his thoughts were going.

Ji Jiu propped up his head with the hand that had just pointed at him, and asked drunkenly with his eyes closed: “Before you looked for Shen Qingxuan, did you ever think that you would meet someone like Ji Jiu?"

Yi Mo said: “I have thought about it."

“Have you thought about how to solve it?"

Yi Mo said: “I thought about it, but there is no way."

Ji Jiu laughed “hehe", as if it was very funny, and he laughed non-stop. When he had laughed enough , he said again: “Idiot." Yi Mo blinked, and heard Ji Jiu muttering: “You can’t think clearly, but you just look for it blindly. What’s the use of finding it? You have no strategy in doing things, idiot, stupid!"

“……”Yi Mo was magnanimous and didn’t argue with him.

“What should Ji Jiu do if he becomes Shen Qingxuan?" Without looking at him again, Ji Jiu propped up his head and pondered over this question with his already knotted brain, muttering, “Ji Jiu entered the palace at the age of nine, and at the age of sixteen, he and Chen Ming forced the old emperor to step down. He shouldered the lives of hundreds of people in his family, and later became a general in the military camp, married and had children, and… he also promised Chen Ming that he would be his general to fight the Huns." After a pause, Ji Jiu slammed the table and cursed, “The emperor is a liar!"

Yi Mo was stunned for a moment, “How did I lie to you?" The topic drifted away again.

“He told me to go fight the Huns." Ji Jiu stood up, stumbled to the table, took out a stack of letters and threw them to him, saying harshly: “Look, the Huns are almost at my doorstep, and he still wants me to stay here!"

Yi Mo unfolded the letter and was about to read it, but Ji Jiu snatched it away again . He said to him sternly, “You are spying on military intelligence!" He then shouted, “Come here, tie him up for me, he is a spy!"

Yi Mo sighed and felt a little headache.

Standing up and grabbing Ji Jiu’s shoulders, Yi Mo shook him and raised his voice, “Look clearly at who I am."

Ji Jiu stopped shouting, looked at him for a while, and suddenly blurted out three words: “Old demon snake!"

Yi Mo: “…” Fortunately, I still recognize him.

Ji Jiu pushed him away. Because it was a sudden force, Yi Mo was not on guard and was pushed away. Ji Jiu stood there, slightly swaying . He looked at him for a while and said, “What did you do in your early years? Why didn’t you come to me when I first entered the palace? When those princes were trying to make trouble for us, you didn’t come either. What’s the point of coming now?"

Yi Mo said: “Would it be useful if I had found you earlier?"

Ji Jiu laughed: “It’s better than you coming here now. I still have time to be a playboy by then."

“Yi Mo." Ji Jiu suddenly raised his voice and shouted, “Ji Jiu, it’s too late to turn back and be a playboy. You’re too late!"

The quiet courtyard was no longer peaceful because of his sudden loud shout, which even alarmed the dog of a farmer not far away, and a burst of barking was heard.

Yi Mo stood for a moment and said, “You can’t be a playboy." He added, “Because you are the only son of the Ji family."

Ji Jiu was stunned for a moment, and asked back: “Really?" Seeing Yi Mo nod, he was stunned again, and then said: “That’s right."

Yi Mo said: “Yeah."

Ji Jiu waited for a while and said, “Anyway, you are looking for Shen Qingxuan. What does it have to do with you whether Ji Jiu is a playboy or not?" The topic suddenly came to this point. Ji Jiu suddenly felt that what he said made sense, and quickly added, “That’s right, what does it have to do with you?"

Yi Mo paused and said, “For me, there is no difference."

“Nonsense." Ji Jiu immediately refuted, saying confidently: “Then I asked you to become an immortal, why don’t you go?"

“But…" Shen Qingxuan asked me to go, but I didn’t go. Before I could say this, Ji Jiu waved his sleeves and said, “You want to treat me as Shen Qingxuan, but you never listen to me. I said no, and you said yes. You treat Shen Qingxuan like this? In the end, you just treat me as a tool for your thoughts."

This time, even though his thoughts were moving very fast, Yi Mo knew what he was talking about and immediately said, “Shen Qingxuan never said ‘no’."

Ji Jiu blinked and said, “But I’m not Shen Qingxuan." Another innocent look.

“You are." Yi Mo said.

“No." Ji Jiu said.

“yes."

“no."

“yes."

“But I didn’t even know you ten years ago! My memory only goes back thirty years!"

“But… I have two hundred years of memories, and you from my previous life."

Ji Jiu suddenly lost his temper, squatted down dejectedly, and then covered his face and sat on the ground.

After a long while, he finally said, “What about Ji Jiu? What about Wang Jiu, Chen Jiu, and Li Jiu in the future? What will you do if they are not as good to you as Ji Jiu? Will you keep looking for them?"

Yi Mo was silent for a moment, walked over and sat on the ground with him, and replied: “I don’t know."

“You have to think it over." Ji Jiu lowered his head and murmured , “Shen Qingxuan is dead, gone, only his bones are left. If you want to die with him, then go. If you don’t want to, then become an immortal. There are only these two ways to go. You can’t keep looking forever . Even if you find one, you will have to face a different Shen Qingxuan, who may hate you, fear you, or ignore you. You are not ready to face a Shen Qingxuan who will say ‘no’ to you."

Yi Mo lowered his eyes and said softly: “Is there no other possibility?"

“No." Ji Jiu also answered softly: “I thought about it for a long time, no. Even if you find him in a certain life, at the right time and the right place, you are together again. But it will only be a few decades, and you will lose him again. Then the cycle will continue."

“Yi Mo," Ji Jiu said, “I don’t have much time left. A dying man’s words are good. Just believe me. Go and become an immortal."

Yi Mo looked at him, first with a casual glance, then his eyes became serious, with a sense of scrutiny. After looking at him for a long time, Yi Mo said, “Do you really want me to leave?"

Ji Jiu said: “Is there any meaning in keeping it?"

Silence again.

Yi Mo said: “Stay with me one more night."

Ji Jiu said, “Go away."

Yi Mo said: “It’s Ji Jiu who is accompanying me."

Ji Jiu was silent.