Chapter 1364 The Final Questioning of the Heart (Part 2)

The young man lay on the golden ears of wheat.

Tiny specks of gold fell from the sky.

A moment of surprise flashed in his shimmering eyes, then he gave a wry smile before slowly raising his hand. The gold slipped through his fingers, through his slightly disheveled hair, across his long eyelashes, and finally landed on him.

The view was filled with golden snow, and the breeze carried the scent of rice paddies, layer upon layer.

"Still lying there? Come and help!"

A familiar voice came from one side.

Su Chang'an looked up.

The white-haired version of myself is bundling up the harvested wheat.

Su Chang'an, dressed in white, wore coarse cloth clothes with her sleeves rolled up. Her hair was still messy, and her white eyebrows and white eyes seemed out of place, but for some reason, they blended together with her other features and looked quite fitting.

"I thought we were going to fight again." Su Chang'an looked at his white self. To be precise, it was his crazy self.

Crazy Chang'an said expressionlessly, "Come and help."

Upon hearing this, Su Chang'an stood up, walked to Feng Chang'an's side, and helped him hold one end of the rope.

Feng Chang'an spoke softly, "Have you thought of a name for the child?"

Su Chang'an looked at him, or rather, at herself, and said, "No."

But after saying that, Su Chang'an looked at himself and asked, "So, what exactly is going on?"

Crazy Chang'an said softly, "Do you still remember that dream? I have a small building where I can go wherever I want. With clear skies and blue seas, I can go out to sea or climb mountains. I have savings at home, a dog and a cat under the bed, and enough money to get by. When the sun is shining, I can find a quiet place to sleep."

Su Chang'an did not answer.

Crazy Chang'an continued, "Later, when we came into this world, everything changed. From just wanting to survive, it became wanting revenge, and then it became staying by Qingge's side, waiting for the child to be born, and looking forward to life with the child. This kind of life is much better than the life we ​​originally dreamed of."

Su Chang'an looked at Feng Chang'an: "Life is bound to change, and if possible, we could live that dream anytime now."

Feng Chang'an looked up at Su Chang'an: "When did we start to change?"

Having said that, Feng Chang'an put down the wheat in his hand, "From the fear of being abandoned, to the need to survive, so he pretended to recognize that woman as his mother, or after seeing everything she did for us, he truly regarded her as his mother from the bottom of his heart. Or perhaps, he was so hungry that he almost went up to her when he saw her cooking meat. Or perhaps, he saw someone eat their own child to survive. And then, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he killed everyone in that entire village, and watched his brother die in our arms, but he clung tightly to the last bit of food."

At this point, Feng Chang'an looked at Su Chang'an and said, "Or perhaps, it's because they hate that they were living a good life in their previous life, but then suddenly transmigrated and suffered such torment, that's when they started to change."

Su Chang'an remained silent.

Crazy Chang'an continued to lower his head and tie the wheat: "If we hadn't transmigrated, perhaps that mother and brother wouldn't have died. After all, without us as a burden, they could have left Yanzhou faster, and the two of them could have survived. With my mother's intelligence and my brother's diligence, they could have lived a good life."

"Moreover, until our deaths, we never told our mother that we were not her sons, and that the Chang'an she spoke of was long dead. Haha, she starved herself to death for the sake of outsiders like us, and my brother was killed by bandits because he had no strength left to save food for us."

After tying the knot, Feng Chang'an still said in a low voice, "After we transmigrated, we became what others called the Poet Immortal, the Virtuous Empress, and the Beauty. Hmph. But we killed the two people who were the best to us. We also watched helplessly as many children died before our eyes and as many people asked us for help, but we were powerless to do anything about it."

Su Chang'an looked at the madman, his throat bobbing, and his hand gripping the rope trembled slightly.

The madman Chang'an before me is him.

Ask yourself these questions.

Compared to thinking about it in his heart, Su Chang'an was instantly filled with a sense of powerlessness.

Especially.

He never told his mother that he wasn't her son until he died.

Crazy Chang'an looked at Su Chang'an: "You think we'll fight again?"

After pausing for a moment, Feng Chang'an said, "We are not enemies. We wanted to avenge our brother and survive, so we killed the entire bandit village and even killed those children who were just as unfortunate as us. But Mother said that we should be kind people, but I was not kind anymore. I was sorry to Mother, so you were born, the one who would do anything to survive, or as others would say, the evil side."

Su Chang'an looked at Feng Chang'an in astonishment, because he realized something and asked, "I am the fake one, and you are the real me."

When he said this, Su Chang'an's pupils contracted, because suddenly many things came to mind. After killing someone in that village, he was filled with self-blame and guilt, and he went crazy, his mind filled with thoughts of living, for his mother, for his brother.

Crazy Chang'an looked at Su Chang'an: "I ran away, so you appeared, but... does it matter? We were originally one person, it's just that I broke down, while you, full of beauty and living towards the sun, are doing well."

Feng Chang'an looked at him expressionlessly: "We are not enemies. So far, I have only appeared when you were in danger. I just wanted to save us. Because I know you will live according to Mother's wishes, while I have already disobeyed Mother and am ashamed of them. I am the one who has no face to face them. I don't want you to become like me, because everything you do is right, while I only want to kill. If it were me, I might have strangled Li Nishang before. The first time I saw Xia Chenfeng, I would have rushed up and killed him. But the price would be that I would die, or I would cause trouble for Qingge, just like I caused trouble for Mother and Brother. Then, under such circumstances, Qingge might also get into trouble. I am a troublemaker."

"I am the broken good, and you are the hidden evil. I broke, and you took my place. That's what people say, but... you're really something. You're clearly evil, yet you can think of the worst thing, which is bullying Maomao and Ruyu."

At this point in the story...

A smile actually appeared on Feng Chang'an's face: "This is the life we've always dreamed of. The rice smells so good, doesn't it? Let's name the child Rice. After all, didn't Mother and Brother say that their biggest dream was to lie in the harvested rice fields and bask in the sun?"

Su Chang'an looked at the madman and felt somewhat at a loss, because

Blood.

Blood was seeping from all over Feng Chang'an's body.

Crazy Chang'an continued, "From the moment you chose to face me, you had already passed the test of your inner demons. Because all the answers you wanted are with me, but none of that matters anymore. We have to live."

"Su Chang'an, when you die, when you see your mother, tell her that we have married and that she has a grandson."

As he spoke, Feng Chang'an's body completely vanished.

When Su Chang'an looked at him, for some reason, he looked down at himself.

I'm going crazy watching Chang'an.

Like looking at yourself.

Moreover, he has a memory in his mind that is insignificant to others.

For some reason, my hands began to tremble because of this memory, and tears started to fall.

...

The emaciated woman looked at her sleeping children and gently tidied their hair.

The older one suddenly opened her eyes and asked softly, "Mother, how are you? I have some food here, please have a bite."

The woman said with difficulty, "I'm not hungry. I'll save it for you and Chang'an."

The young man looked down at his younger brother and said, "Mother, I have a feeling that he is not Chang'an."

The woman didn't speak, but tremblingly reached out a hand and gently placed it on her young son's cheek. A weak smile appeared on her face. "How could there be a mother in the world who doesn't recognize her own child?"

(End of this chapter)