The film king is always flattering his rival

Ye Gu didn't ask questions immediately.

He took a few deep breaths before calming down his ups and downs, and gently stroked the red marks with his fingertips.

After Qiao Mo cut his palm with his nails last time, Ye Gu cut off his nails neatly. Now that the newly grown nails are not long yet, there are a few red marks on Qiao Mo's palm. But it didn't cut the skin, and it didn't bleed.

Having been with Qiao Mo for a long time, Ye Gu has also subtly learned to be as calm as he is, and he still has to pretend to be calm even though his heart is on fire.

Qiao Mo has always been soft but not tough. If he asks openly, he will either talk about it or be fooled by him. Most of the questions will not lead to any results. It is better to try tactfully.

Ye Gu's heart is not empty.Sister Bai came here today, Qiao Mo's face was calm, and his heart was definitely not at peace.

He squatted down a step away from Qiao Mo, lowered his head, and gently kissed Qiao Mo's palm.

The tingling sensation made Qiao Mo's hands curl up. He looked at Ye Gu, looked into a pair of clear and clear eyes, and stared at him with determination.

The unconscious palm seemed to feel the warmth, and Qiao Mo pressed his hand to Ye Gu's face—it was also warm.

He thought: How can this person be so warm?

Qiao Mo came from an outstanding background since he was a child, and there were not many people of his age who could hang out with him, and it was only Pei Xun who kept him from being singled out at various receptions and banquets.

He is too defensive, as if he has built a solid barrier around him, no one can approach him, no one can pry at him, no one can see his emotions.

He walked alone, staggering forward.

But Ye Gu was like sunlight shining through the cracks in the bricks.Bright and warm, even the tightly stitched machines cannot block the penetration of sunlight.

He made Qiao Mo feel the love and companionship that cannot be hidden.

Except for cutting Qiao Mo's nails off again, Ye Gu didn't press for anything that day.

At night, Qiao Mo suddenly had a dream.

Maybe this is not a dream, but a memory - Qiao Mo is like a bystander, looking at the powder carved jade in the dream, making countless girls exclaim the cute little boy.

That was Jomo when he was a child.

"Mo Mo, mom gave you a birthday present, do you like it?" The young mother handed the cage to Mo Mo, with a brisk and cruel smile on her face.

Silently looking at the colorful and lively birds in the cage, he said in a crisp voice, "I like it."

Mom smiled deeper: "Then it will belong to Mo Mo from now on, and Mo Mo can control it as much as it wants."

The young Momo was a little puzzled, he blinked his big bright eyes, tilted his head and asked his mother: "What is control?"

"Like this." Mom took the bird out of the cage and held it. "Hold it. If you want it to fly, it will fly. If you want it to eat, it will eat. If you want it to drink Water, it needs to drink water... Remember, don’t let it leave your hand, if it gets out of your control, you will be punished.”

She nodded silently, half understanding, and took the bird from her mother's hand, holding it in the palm of her hand.

At first, the bird obediently stayed in Momo's palm, Momo gently touched the multicolored wings, the soft touch made him widen his eyes, and his heart filled with joy and joy.

Think silently: This bird is so beautiful.

He likes this beautiful bird.

Soon after, the bird, longing for freedom and flying, began to struggle in Mo Mo's hands. The tighter Mo Mo's grip was, the harder the bird struggled.

Mo Mo's strength was weak, and in the end he couldn't twist the struggling bird, and as soon as the wings fluttered, he jumped out of Mo Mo's palm and started to wander around the room.

Momo's eyes were red with anxiety, and he ran after him all the way, trying to catch the bird flying in mid-air again.

He tripped over something under his feet, and fell silently, the pain made his eyes full of tears.

He was helped up.

Mom helped Mo Mo, sighed, and reached out to wipe away the tears on Mo Mo's face.

Silently choked up and said: "Mom, the bird, the bird has flown away."

Mom squatted down and looked at Mo Mo, the light came from one side of her, splitting her face in half, one half was bright and white, and the other half was hidden in darkness.With a chilling smile, she said softly, "Yes, the bird flew away."

"Moment." Her voice suddenly cooled down, "Didn't I just say that I can't let it out of your control?"

The silent sobbing paused.

"Do you still remember what your mother said? Out of control, what will happen?" Mom's voice suddenly became ethereal, falling in Mo Mo's ears, making his back tense and his body stiff.

"There will be... there will be punishment." He said in a low voice.

Mom lowered her head and looked silently.

She conveniently picked up the nail clippers on the table, and slashed at Mo Mo's palm with the sharp end.

The sudden severe pain made Mo Mo's body tremble violently, he couldn't help crying, tears fell down in big drops.

"It hurts..." he cried, "Mom, I hurt so much."

"It's okay to be in pain." Mom said coldly, "Pain will make you remember that this is a punishment, the result of you letting it out of control."

Silently and ignorantly, he looked at his mother who made him feel strange.

Mom continued: "Now, go and get it back."

Silently and obediently went to catch the bird.

The doors and windows were all closed, the birds could not fly out, they could only fly around the room in a bend, and Qiao Mo stumbled after him. The skin on the palm of his hand was fair and delicate, and the cut was scratched by the nail clippers, bleeding profusely.

He felt pain in his hand, but his mother told him to catch the bird, and he endured the pain obediently. It took a lot of effort, fell down several times, and bumped several times before finally catching the bird up.

The bird was held in his palm again, and the blood spilled from the palm stained the colorful wings of the bird.

Momo suddenly felt that the blood-stained bird was not beautiful anymore.

Mom looked at Momo approvingly, and praised: "Momo is awesome."

The praise from her mother made Mo Mo heave a sigh of relief.

Mom took Mo Mo's hand, wiped away the blood on it, then held it lightly, took his fingers, and clasped it around the bird's neck.

"It escaped your control, and there is punishment." Mom's voice was as cold as if it came from hell.

"Tighten your hand," she said.

He clasped his hands silently reflexively.

Feeling the sound of death's footsteps, the bird struggled more violently, and its wings flapped on the wound on Mo Mo's palm, causing bursts of piercing pain.

Momo didn't dare to let go, fearing that the bird would fall out of his palm again, so he tightened his fingers even harder.

The bird made a sharp cry, struggling to the death, like a grand and magnificent feast, the bird struggled for half an hour before it was completely silent.

Sweat covered Momo's body, he gasped for breath, and didn't realize what he had just done.

He showed the dead bird in his palm to his mother, and said fawningly, "Mom, I, I can control it now."

"My silence is awesome." My mother praised again.

Silently looking at the motionless bird, its feathers are still so beautiful, but it does not have the vigor and vitality that makes Momo happy.

Momo suddenly realized that she didn't like the bird anymore.

The smile on the mother's face deepened, and she leaned into Mo Mo's ear and said, "Mo Mo is right, this is also control."

— "You control its life."

Qiao Mo woke up from the dream in an instant.