Chapter 208 Flowers of Late Spring

Jiang Wu didn't understand why he had to hide his physical condition in order not to hurt his lover. He didn't like to hide anything from Han Zhong, nor did he want Han Zhong to be the last person to know about it once he disappeared from this world.

He is not afraid of death, but if it is unavoidable, he hopes that Han Zhong can slowly accept it, just like he accepted Yan Zhong's death.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something, "It's a pity that the Siming Clan doesn't have a destiny star. Otherwise, after I die, you can look at my destiny star and talk to me when you are bored."

Han Zhong was amused by his serious tone, "Did you do the same thing back then?"

Jiang Wu shook his head. "I won't talk to your star. There's nothing much to say. You can't hear me."

"Then I have nothing to say."

“…”

The two walked hand in hand in silence on the hillside, surrounded by a meadow full of wild flowers. Jiang Wu suddenly shook his hand, "You have to forget me slowly."

He thought that he would have to wait at least one hundred and seventy years, because he also remembered one hundred and seventy years after Yan Chong died.

Han Zhong lifted his hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it, then smiled and said, "I'll try my best."

Jiang Wu stopped walking and looked at him dissatisfiedly, "You can't do your best, you have to be sure."

Han Zhong's heart was filled with sorrow, but a gentle smile spread across his face. "Okay, I will."

Jiang Wu was about to say something, but Han Zhong suddenly stepped forward, held his shoulders, looked into his eyes, and said, "Actually, there is another way. As long as you——"

Jiang Wu suddenly covered his mouth, and his usually calm amber eyes were trembling slightly at this moment.

He was afraid. It was the first time Han Zhong saw fear in those eyes.

Han Zhong was stunned there, the smile on his face faded, he pressed his palm and kissed his lips, whispering, "I'm sorry, I said something wrong, please don't be angry."

Jiang Wu shook his head to show that he was not angry.

Han paused for a moment, remembering that the man in front of him was not very angry, but when he got angry, he was extremely serious. He had done things like laying down tens of thousands of corpses, burning down palaces, and destroying the country.

But he had always had a question in mind: "Since we have already decided to give up the Great Zhou, why do we still want to save the half of the people in Xiangdu?"

Jiang Wu was silent for a moment and then replied, "That is your last relic."

Han Zhong's throat choked, he suppressed the sadness in his eyes, and said with a smile, "...My last legacy is you."

Jiang Wu obviously hadn't thought about this statement. He suddenly realized something and his amber eyes brightened. She was so beautiful that Han Zhong couldn't help but bend down and kiss her.

"If..." He couldn't help asking, "If you found me that day and found that I was a terrible person, would you still stay with me?"

Jiang Wu looked at him in surprise, "How can you be such a bad person?"

"I mean if. If I had not been educated well, and became a person of bad character, or a person from a poor family, and was forced to put money before you because of life, and didn't know how to love someone, would you still stay with me?"

"Although I don't know how you have ears filled with evil, a soul trapped by worldly things is weak and cannot withstand the evil spirit, nor can it become a divine soul, let alone reincarnate. Your reincarnation already shows that your soul is strong."

As if afraid that he would not believe it, Jiang Wu continued, "You are Yan Zhong, how could you become a person with despicable behavior?"

The sun sank behind the distant mountains, and the sky was filled with colorful sunset glow. The late spring wind blew across the hillside, causing the wild grass and flowers to sway gently, then slowly calm down. However, the wind in Han Zhong's heart lingered for a long time.

He remembered that he still owed Rong Anzhou and the others an answer. They asked him why he liked Jiang Wu so much when they had only known each other for half a year.

Now he had the answer.

He always felt that everyone came into this world aimlessly, carrying the expectations of others, but at the moment of birth, the expectations on him became his own, and the meaning of life was simply to live, not some other great cause.

Anyone can become any successful person, a scientist, a politician, a financier, a novelist, or a wife, husband, or child in a family, all for the sake of gaining recognition of their existence. This social recognition is like an anchor. All the aimless souls who come into this world use this anchor as their goal to exist in this world and live out their lives.

And his anchor is Jiang Wu, because of Jiang Wu he gets recognition of his existence.

Even if this world disappears, as long as Jiang Wu is still here, he will never lose his direction, because Jiang Wu will always firmly choose him.

His soul needs Jiang Wu, he has no choice.

"Look." Jiang Wu suddenly pulled his clothes and motioned him to look at the sunset over the distant mountains. "Is it beautiful?"

Han Chong looked in the direction he was going. They were standing on a very high slope. Half of their sight was mountain and the other half was wilderness. The setting sun was like a god in golden and red robes, slowly sleeping underground.

"nice."

He nodded subconsciously, but a completely different picture flashed through his mind in an instant.

In the vast and remote desert, the evening wind blew the yellow sand away to the boundless distance. He stood on a high city wall, gazing into the distance at a red setting sun disappearing under the endless long sand, magnificent and lonely.

Does it look good? he asked the person next to him.

It looks good, better than the one in Xiangdu, he heard the person next to him reply.

He laughed softly and said something else. The people next to him looked at him. He had a fair and handsome face wrapped in a wide white tiger fur coat. His phoenix-shaped eyes were slightly frowned, revealing a bit of dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wu looked at him puzzled.

Han Zhong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that this place looks familiar."

Jiang Wu was also startled, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.

Han Zhong simply sat down with his legs crossed and reached out his hand to him again. Jiang Wu held his hand and snuggled into his arms obediently, and the two of them watched the setting sun in the distance.

Behind them, Yang Chen and others also saw the two people snuggling together on the hillside, against the backdrop of the magnificent and brilliant sunset in the distance, as beautiful as a painting.

"Click." Someone took a photo with a mobile phone, and when Rong Anzhou looked over with a frown, he repeatedly assured that it would not be spread out, so the photo was saved.

And on the top floor of the two-story building that they had just left, a "little girl" in a white dress was watching the scene with her chin in her hand, her amber eyes reflecting the red sunset were calm and peaceful.

"Red is much better looking than purple, you tasteless little bastard." "She" murmured.

On the fifth day after coming out of Mozi Mountain, the road leading to the outside was basically cleared. Other members of the "Exploration" program team arrived at Mozi Village with equipment. Su Mu and several injured staff members were sent to a nearby hospital for treatment, while others chose to stay and continue recording the program.

Also arriving were the two brothers from Long Danshan, the master and apprentice from Qingmingshan, a large group of people, and Zhou Yannan, who was pushed in a wheelchair by Zhou Changming.

Jiang Wu looked at Zhou Yannan who was sitting in a wheelchair and asked, "Are you here to refuel?"

Zhou Yannan stared at him quietly.

Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm just kidding."

Zhou Yannan turned his head away speechlessly. Only Zhou Changming, who was standing behind him, saw the corners of his mouth that he couldn't help but raise.

Zhou Changming knew that the old man in his family always said one thing and meant another, so he simply left him there and let the two of them talk, while he pulled Han Zhong to a corner.

"Here, I brought you something." Zhou Changming handed over a black velvet box the size of his palm. "I didn't tell your parents anything."

"Thank you." Han Zhong took the box and carefully put it in his pocket, then asked, "Are there any movements from the Qin and Fang families?"

"Qin Yuyan wanted to restart the Fanhua project and planned to transfer Mozishan to the Fanjin Group, but Qin Jiawang's scandal had a huge impact. Your father used his connections a little bit and the government stopped him. Don't even think about it in the short term. But I heard that Qin Yuyan also brought people to Mozishan."

"The Fang family is better than the Qin family. The people left behind by Fang Zhiyuan are extremely loyal to Fang Zhiyi. It's like they were brainwashed. They didn't cause any trouble and helped Fang Zhiyi secure his position as the head of the group."

“…”

This was obviously different from what Han Zhong had expected. "Has Fang Zhiyuan's body been buried?"

Zhou Changming heard the implication in his words and asked in surprise, "Hasn't the autopsy been done? It's not possible to fake it, right?"

Han Zhong didn't say anything. After thinking for a moment, he said a name, "Help me keep an eye on her."

Although he didn't understand what it had to do with that person, it was just a matter of convenience, so Zhou Changming naturally agreed. But he suddenly realized, "Why don't you keep an eye on it yourself?"

Han Zhong remained calm and said, "I was busy falling in love."

Zhou Changming cursed with a smile, and the strange feeling in his heart disappeared completely. He joked, "Is this a confirmed relationship? Both parties know about it, and it's not just you who is being self-indulgent?"

Han Zhong ignored his nagging and replied calmly, "He said he likes me, loves me very much, can't leave me, and even kissed me."

Zhou Changming clicked his tongue twice, looked as if he couldn't bear to watch, and turned around to tease Jiang Wu.

…

The night before departure, Han Zhong had a nightmare. When he opened his eyes in sweat, he found that Jiang Wu's hair was tangled around his neck, and his hands were also tangled up.

Han Zhong stared at his unconscious face, and helplessly took his hair away and put it behind him. Jiang Wu opened his eyes dazedly and looked at him, then was kissed on the forehead, and then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Han Zhong tucked in the quilt for him, then stood up and walked to the bedside table and sat down. On the table was a crudely made pottery jar with a bunch of colorful wild flowers in it. Among them was a rare purple magnolia that he had seen in the yard of the god-worshiping grandmother before. Its roots had been broken off casually and it was squeezed together with a bunch of wild flowers that could be seen everywhere. There was no aesthetic taste at all.

Jiang Wu picked the wild flowers on his way back from recording a program one day. As for the origin of the purple magnolia, he deliberately did not ask, for fear that if he asked, someone would have to copy the Civil Code again. So he borrowed a clay pot from Wei Changxian's wife, washed it, and kept the flowers.

Two days later, the wild flowers had wilted a little, but the purple magnolia was still as bright as ever.

He took out a black velvet box from the drawer, rubbed it with his fingertips for a while, and put it aside. He then took out a notebook from the drawer.

…

When the morning sun shone through the wooden window, Han Zhong was in a trance for a moment. He tilted his head to look at the person sleeping on the bed. The soft golden light fell gently on his face and body like a layer of gauze, turning the fair and quiet face into a yellowed painting. His black hair was coated with gold, and even the abrupt white hair became less dazzling.

Han Zhong put the black velvet box along with all the things into a file bag, carefully placed it at the back of the drawer, and returned to bed with a chill.

Perhaps sensing a familiar breath, the person who was originally sleeping soundly inside moved towards him in his sleep, squeezed into his arms, pressed his head and face tightly against his neck, and their two hearts pressed together across their chests before they stopped moving.

Han Zhong leaned over to hug the person in his arms, bent down to kiss his forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.