Gu Mangying looked at the man, hesitating and alert, blankness and confusion passing by in his eyes.

At last he went forward, tempted, raised his hand and touched Mo's neck.

Mo suddenly lifted his head and stared at him with red eyes.

His breath was a little violent because of his agitated mood, his placket was slightly open, and the lotus mantra on his neck fell together, and he throbbed alive in the arteries. Obviously he was not tempered by any demons, and his expression at this time was no different from that of the beasts.

"doing what."

"I ..." Gu Mangguo said, "But I ... I don't know you ..."

"..."

"Why do you have ..."

Mo Xi was stabbed violently. His self-esteem and resentment made him so fierce. He opened his hand and sternly said, "——I never need this kind of thing, you must force me."

"..." Gu Man looked up at this rationally capsized man.

In this dimly lit firewood room that no one spied on, in front of Gu Mang, the puppets and princes who had stood as if they were out of control are like the boys of yesterday.

"Isn't it all you all the time." Mo Xi's chest trembled and his eyes were red. "It's you who provoked me. It's you who came to find me ..."

When frustrated.

Pride.

Poor or up, or when the future is uncertain.

You Chan smiled and approached me.

"It was you who convinced me ..."

I believe that there is no other friendship in this world, and one person will be good to another regardless of return.

I believe that this ukiyo-e still has purity, sincerity, and jealousy.

"You pulled me back—"

Mo Xi really lost his mind. He suppressed for so long, waited so long, and waited for this day, wasn't it just to ask Gu Man a truth?

Didn't he just want to see what was in Gu Mang's heart ...

Why can't even get this relief.

Be deceived, abandoned, betrayed.

Saying like is false, saying willingness is false, and saying not leaving is false.

Nothing at all. In the end, there are only two lotus lines on the neck, which proves what happened to them in the past, and proves that they were so stupid, so reserved, fearless and hesitant when they were young.

This confirms the young man who knew nothing at the time.

Stupid enough to want to give him all his heart.

Stupid enough to think that all vows can come true.

Stupid to this day ... Stupid still feels pain today.

His mind was buzzing with too much excitement, and there was a burst of dizziness in front of him.

Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang in front of him. In this dizziness, the vision gradually began to wither and become less clear.

He seemed to see the young man standing on the ship's side deck again. So far and so close, so familiar and so unfamiliar, against the sea breeze, wearing a black robe, with bandages around his waist, his head crooked, and sneer.

"I will kill you."

Mo slammed him and held him against the wall, regardless of tonight or tonight: "Yes ... I know you will kill me. Haven't you already stabbed a knife ... why are you in Wangshu House? Not willing to stab the second knife again ?! "

He knew he was dysfunctional, and he knew it was ridiculous to do so. However, a person who has been suppressing himself, how can he take care of it once it gets out of control.

Not to mention that Mo Xi has always wanted more, after all, it is just this one turn back.

Just one answer.

"You made me believe ... Finally you made me believe ..."

"You said that I didn't care much, nothing could be lost, so I didn't care ..." The voice softened and eventually choked, "But do you know what I lost after you went that way ?!"

Do you know what I lost ...

Mo Xi turned her face sideways, lowered her head, and eased for a while. The words between her lips and teeth were hardened, and she was crushed by hatred.

"The person who cares nothing is not me at all."

"..."

"It's you."

"..."

"I hate to treat you—"

Suddenly aphasia.

Because Gu Mang suddenly reached out his hand, carefully, hesitantly, holding his face, and said, "You ... don't be so sad."

Mo Xi turned his head suddenly, facing the blue eyes that had been washed by the seawater.

"……I do not know what you're talking about."

"But can you ... don't be so sad." Gu Mang slowly, laboriously, word by word, so awkwardly, "... Don't ... sad."

The blade that was about to melt like a smolder suddenly dipped into the water.

Hissing smoldering and burning, but the frenzied heat died out in the beard.

The blood chilled little by little, and sanity returned little by little.

Gu Man looked at him slowly: "You are not a bad person ..."

He said cautiously, his eyelashes fluttered, and he said, "I don't know you, but you ... not bad ..."

"..."

"So ... don't be sad ..."

Mo Xi felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, hate, irritability, anger, and other things, he could not distinguish. He looked at Gu Mang's familiar face and his strange blue eyes.

He was also this man, looking at him with dark and deep eyes, with a smile, calling to him with a whisper, saying, "The ink is off."

"It's okay, don't be sad."

"Anyway, the two of us will always be together, and I will survive any hardship."

"Let's go home together."

Suddenly a feeling of fatigue burst into my heart, Mo extinguished his eyes, almost drowsy, as if the dying vulture exhausted its last strength and maintained stubbornness: "... I am not sad."

Obviously hate, hate can't choke him in his own hands. See if he can escape again, cheat again, and leave himself.

I can't help but watch his broken skull and flesh and blood flow, ending all hope and despair.

But when Gu Mang persuaded him carefully, asking him not to be sad. He suddenly thought--

Many, many years ago, Gu Mang sat next to the blood-stained trench and called up his ridiculous man—the **** Wu Xiao Suona who had never used it after treason, blowing in anger.

In such a bad song, everyone blocked his ears and scolded him for blowing a ghost and crying. He just laughed and laughed, and then continued to drum up his cheeks, blowing a song "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" for the dead. It must be so affectionate, so serious.

When he squinted to look at him, his eyes were wet.

Gu Mang is intentional.

For so many years, but Mo Mo knew that he was intentional.

He still wanted to believe him-things in those years would not be all fake.

For this result, he can wait.

"... forget it. You can't remember. Just forget it."

Mo Xi's voice was moist, and he finally said so.

"I speak more."

"Whether you really forget it all, or forget it all." With a little silence, Mo Xi stood upright, slowly, straightened his placket, no extra wrinkles, and covered his neck. That lotus pattern, "I'll wait."

"I wait for a result. Wait for you to be honest."

His eyes were still a bit red, as was the tip of his nose.

Gu Manglui said, "You ... wait for me ...?"

"Yes, I wait for you."

"I'll wait for you anyway. I'll wait no matter how long."

"But you have to remember, if you lie to me again, if you let me find that you are still lie to me-the same place on my chest cannot be stabbed again."

"I will make you worse off."

It's quiet around.

"..." Gu Meng lowered his head for a moment, and suddenly hesitated, "What is it that ... is better to die?"

That confused and innocent tone made Mo Xiliang look coldly and coldly at him, but because of the redness and wetness at the end of his eyes, he did not look as sharp as usual.

Gu Mang noticed his gaze and looked up at him. He knew that the man had clearly broken his sword array and removed his "claws", but did not bite his neck or look like anyone else. Insult him the same.

So Gu Mang asked tentatively: "Life is better than death ... is ... you want to let me go?"

Mo Ju: "... No."

"But you didn't kill me or hit me."

"... I don't fool."

Gu Mang didn't say a word, still looked at him, but suddenly. He got close to him and smelled it.

Mo Xi raised his hand and stopped the tip of his nose: "What?"

Gu Mang licked his dry lips and said softly, "Remember you."

"..."

Remember him? Remember him, face? taste?

Or do you remember that he is not a fool?

But Gu Mang didn't explain. At this moment, he let go a little bit of caution, maybe it wasn't that he wanted to let go, but the hunger of more than ten days had made him weak. He also doesn't care if Mo is out, anyway, his last fangs are also useless in front of each other.

Gu Man slowly lowered his head and turned back to his own corner. The twinkling eyes, like the wolf, blinked tiredly.

"Thank you," he said, "only you are willing to let me‘ live than die ’.”

In a word, he fell into his heart, but Mo Xi's chest was sour.

He stood there for a while, looking at the tattered hut, looking at the small pads exposed with cotton wool, and the figure in the corner of the puppet.

"..." Mo Shu closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Eventually went out and took some pie and hot soup back. Feed this person who is going to be starved to death.

"have eaten."

"..." Gu Mang quickly rushed to smell it, swallowed his throat after sniffing, and then choked again, "but you didn't choke ..."

As soon as the word came out, Mo extinguished his frown, and patted the cake directly on his face without a word.

It was late at night when I returned to the mansion.

"Lord, you're back—ah! What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine."

"But what about your eyes ..." How red?

"Into the sand." Leaving Li Wei behind, he walked to the bedroom without looking back.

He had been tossing in Luomei Bieyuan for so long, but he didn't sleep at all. Sleepless in bed, he simply stood under the cloister wearing a black fur, watching the moonlight in Mingtang. And Gu Mang's uncomfortable face kept shaking in front of him.

Is he really stupid ...

Lao Guo sent him back. Is it really just for peace, or is it something else?

He tried his best to make it clear, but no matter how many times he did, in the end his thoughts stopped in those blue wolf-like eyes.

"Thank you. Only you are willing to make me die."

Mo closed his eyes darkly.

For a long time after that, he never visited Gu Mang in Luomei Bieyuan again.

One is because there are more things, and the two, Luomei Bieyuan is a place for Murong after all, and it is always bad to go too much.

He glanced at the backyard of Luobeiyuan only once when he led the forbidden army to inspect the city. Gu Mang squatted there again to watch the fish, and he was still followed by the big dirty black dog, as usual.

In the blink of an eye at the end of the month, the first goose feather snow this winter floated outside the Military Aircraft Agency.

Most of the people in the Military Aircraft Agency went home early to get rid of grandchildren. The young monks also returned to the main city in droves to drink and eat meat while the sky was still not fully settled.

Mo Xi was preparing to go back to his house, and suddenly heard a timid voice sounded before his case: "He and Jun, can I ... can I ask you to help me?" 2k novel reading network