My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave - Chapter 11

Gu Lang sat up abruptly and said coldly, “Nonsense!”

“I’m not talking nonsense,” Wu Qi said, “otherwise, how would I know ‘Murong’?”

Gu Lang thought, maybe he did call “Murong” in his sleep, but what kind of breath… is absolutely impossible.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Wu Qi said again, “Brother Gu, I never imagined that your temperament is usually cold, but you are so hot when you breathe…”

Gu Lang smashed a pillow.

Wu Qi took the pillow, held it in his arms, and looked at him with a smile.

Gu Lang grabbed the quilt and fell asleep with his head covered, refusing to talk to him anymore.

I don’t know if Wu Qi’s words disturbed his mood, but that night, Gu Lang really dreamed of Murong Yan.

In the dream, the man turned his back to him, walking alone in the rain and fog, his figure blurred.

Gu Lang called him softly, but his voice seemed like it couldn’t penetrate the rain and fog, and Murong Yan didn’t look back.

Where are you going?

Gu Lang followed behind him, but he couldn’t guess what he was thinking. He can’t see through him. The man always looked frivolous and sloppy, as if he didn’t care about anything. But he clearly remembered that half a year ago, when the Beiqi Iron Cavalry Army rammed the people of Dayan on the street and mocked him wantonly, Murong Yan’s eyes suddenly oozing blood-devouring killing intent. Those ruthless eyes reminded Gu Lang of the beast trapped in the cage.

Murong Yan walked and stopped again.

Gu Lang looked at him and wanted to raise his hand to touch him, but he suddenly turned around.

He was smiling, as usual, with a spring breeze on his face, as if he was going to call “Mrs.” in the next moment.

But there was blood oozing out from his abdomen, a large area, and it was dazzlingly red.

“Murong!” Gu Lang woke up suddenly, sitting on the bed gasping for breath.

Wu Qi was already awake and was dressing. Hearing his shout, he didn’t laugh at him. Instead, he hurried to the bedside, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said distressedly, “Why are you sweating so much? Nightmare?”

Before Gu Lang’s eyes, there was still a large piece of blood red floating in Murong Yan’s abdomen. He hurriedly put on his clothes, put on his shoes and socks, and ran out of the city, ignoring Wu Qi’s cry behind him.

The wind from the mountains outside the city was cool, and the dew on the green grass wetted Gu Lang’s clothes.

He stood in front of Murong Yan’s grave, watching the grass on the grave swaying in the wind.

After a while, he turned his head slightly and asked, “Is something wrong?”

Wu Qi walked out from behind a tree and explained: “You suddenly ran away, I’m a little worried, just come and see…”

Gu Lang didn’t say anything, he stood in front of the grave for a while and then left.

On the way back, Wu Qi seemed to have something to say, but he didn’t say anything until he returned to the East Palace.

In the next few days, Gu Lang often went to see Murong Yan, and if Wu Qi knew about it, he would always follow him.

After following him a few times, he seemed to finally be unable to bear it any longer, and asked Gu Lang in front of Murong Yan’s grave: “You come to see him every day, do you miss him?”

Gu Lang: “Let me see how tall the grass on his grave has grown.”

Wu Qi: “…”

Wu Qi was not reconciled, and asked again: “You stand like this every time, so you have nothing to say to him?”

Gu Lang was silent for a while, and then said softly, “He couldn’t hear him even if he said it.”

Wu Qi: “…Not necessarily.”

Gu Lang looked incredulous.

Wu Qishen said: “I heard that after a person dies and enters the Yellow Spring, his grave is the connection between the underworld and the human world. So if he speaks in front of his grave, he can also know it underground.”

Gu Lang still looked incredulous.

Wu Qi thought about it and said, “How about you make a simple request to him and give it a try?”

Gu Lang looked at the grave and suddenly said, “You lent me five taels of silver last year, but you haven’t paid it back.”

Wu Qi: “…”

I don’t see it, you still love money.