Mo Yang

Han Mo opened his eyes and looked at the time. It was already 10:[-] in the morning.There was no one in the room, and Lao Qin didn't know where he had gone.Han Mo got off the bed, opened the curtains of the luxurious hotel room, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking at the street scene of Xicheng below him in a daze.

After breaking through the secret conversation between Qiao Yang and Yang Tianhe last night, they lodged in Xicheng where Xiangyang Mountain is located.A traitor appeared in the gang, and the four of them in Mo Yang suffered from insomnia for most of the night last night.Lao Qin and the big tiger and the little mouse got together and scolded, Han Mo sat on the sidelines and listened silently, lost in thought, but no one could do anything about it.

Before going to bed, Old Qin asked Han Mo anxiously: "Mo Fox, you, have you revealed any key information to Qiao Yang?"

Han Mo lay on the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt childishly, and whispered, "I told him everything."

When the phone time jumped to 11:[-] noon, the door of the room opened.Lao Qin came in with a bag of bread and a carton of milk, and kindly greeted the young people in the room: "Mo, Mo fox, are you awake? Come, come and eat something?"

"Uncle Qin..." Han Mo didn't turn his head, his voice was soft and docile, and he changed his address rarely, "Can I trust you?"

Lao Qin clenched the bread in his hand, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Silly, silly boy, what am I telling you...you are a gangster, you don't, you can't trust anyone..."

"But I'm tired." Han Mo's phoenix eyes were reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window glass, and there seemed to be water vapor in his pupils, "Since my father passed away, I plunged into a world I had never touched, and lived in a disguise every day. The last smiling face is used as a mask, and what I say is always three parts true and seven parts false. I can pretend to be anything. I have been pretending for a long time, and I have forgotten my true colors... Uncle Qin," Han Mo turned back, two lines of tears came out of his eyes, like It is the jewelry that specially adorns his pretty face: "I feel like a monster with no face and no soul."

"Oh... you child... why, why did you cry..." Lao Qin put down the food in his hand in a panic, went to the window and pulled Han Mo to sit on the sofa, and then went to the bathroom to get a towel.

Taking advantage of this gap, Han Mo stretched his head to look at the milk box and the bread bag, and saw a tiny pinhole that was barely visible on the box.He narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly returned to his sitting position, blinked, and more tears slid out.

In just a few seconds, Lao Qin came out of the bathroom.He came and went very anxiously, took a piece from the towel drying rod, and left, probably because he was worried about Han Mo outside... As for whether he was worried that he cried sadly, or he was too smart to find something, then only the old man Qin himself understood clearly.

Han Mo reached out to take the towel handed by Lao Qin, buried his face in the towel to wipe his tears, and spoke in a muffled voice: "Uncle Qin, I did something wrong... I was so tired, so when Qiao Yang told me He believes in me and wants me to believe in him, I... I told him everything, I cut myself open, and showed him a beating heart, he took my heart, touched it There was blood in one hand, and I showed it to Yang Tianhe with a smile..." Han Mo slowly curled up, covering his chest with his elbows and knees, as if there was no heart there, and the pain made him suffocate.

"You, hey..." Lao Qin sighed, patted Han Mo on the back to give him comfort.From time to time, his big rough hands brushed across the white and slender neck of the young man... This man's neck was as delicate and beautiful as his face, and it could be cut off by others with a strong hand.

"Uncle Qin, answer me honestly, are you the ghost of Dragonborn?" At this time, Han Mo's weakness seemed to be completely released.When he raised his face from the towel, there was almost no sign of crying.He stared intently at Lao Qin, and paused every word: "Give me the truth."

Old Qin's face changed color, his lips trembled, he took two steps back and sat down on the bed, clasped his hands uncomfortably, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I'm sorry... Mo Fox..."

"It's really you." Han Mo sighed and asked him softly, "Why?"

"I, I'm sorry for you..."

"Why exactly?"

"Yes, someone tipped me off... I know that dragons, dragons, and dragon descendants want to mess with Mo Yang, so, so I took the initiative to contact them... I said I can help them destroy, destroy Mo Yang... but , But they must stay, keep you..." Lao Qin said with difficulty.

Han Mo frowned: "Why?"

Old Qin pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and typed: "Mo Fox, I want to get rid of the professor, Tutu and Little Sun. They are always dragging you down. You are too tired to hang out with them."

"Get rid of them... Haven't you thought about getting rid of them with me?" Han Mo said with some anger.

Lao Qin shook his head anxiously, and quickly pressed his fingers on the screen: "I know you'll be fine, I know your so-called safe room is definitely not Mo Yang's action file!"

Han Mo raised his eyebrows: "You know? But you acted very surprised that day."

Lao Qin rubbed his left foot against the ground impatiently, but with a gentle and indulgent smile on his face, he typed: "Stupid boy, how could you have lied to me? It's half a master."

"So that's how it is..." Han Mo pondered, "You think those three people are my burden, so why don't you join forces with the enemy to help me get rid of the burden? Uncle Qin, you don't like other people who can directly mention it to me, how can you act like this?" claim?"

Lao Qin sighed, and seemed to think of the stupid father who loved his children but did bad things with good intentions, and typed: "Will it be useful for me to mention it to you? You child is so soft-hearted, are you willing to leave them alone? Tutu and Lao Qin's withdrawal Everyone is happy, right? Don’t you still feel sad when you think of them?”

Han Mo pouted childishly.

Old Qin was amused, and stretched out his big hands to rub the young man's hair: "You, you are still a child after all... and, you are kind by nature... everyone in the world thinks that you are a black fox with steel and iron bones, cruel and ruthless... only, only I, Lao Qin, walked with you all the way, watching you grow up little by little, knowing, knowing how kind you are... You, even avenging your father at that time, you, you were not too ruthless, too determined... Silly child !"

"Uncle Qin, even if it's for my own good, you can't make up your own mind next time!" Han Mo grabbed Lao Qin's hand from his head, held it, and said earnestly, "Although you always teach me that liars can't trust anyone , but you know it in your heart, I treat you as my second father...the person I trust the most is you. You betrayed me once about the Dragonborn, don't betray me a second time...if this world There is no one I can trust in the last time, I am afraid that I will never have the courage to live again..." In the end, he stared at the ceiling desperately to hold back his tears.

Old Qin's eyes were also red, and two turbid tears slid down. He stood up and hugged Han Mo: "Okay, okay... From now on, Uncle Qin... I will discuss everything with you... Uncle Qin was wrong, wrong last time." ...You forgive Uncle Qin, ah."

The old and the young embrace each other tenderly, and the picture of father's kindness and son's filial piety is very touching.

After hugging for a while, Han Mo pushed Lao Qin away with a blushing face, as if he was ashamed of his childishness, he muttered: "I'm hungry..." He reached out to grab the bread and milk on the table.

"Hey, hey!" Lao Qin reached out his hand to stop him, and grinned against Han Mo's confused expression, "It's already lunch time, don't, don't eat these, call the big tiger and mouse, we- Let's go to the restaurant to eat!"

"Alright, then I'll change clothes."

"Okay." Lao Qin responded, picked up the milk and bread, walked out of the room, knocked on the door and entered the room of the tiger and the mouse.

As the door slammed, Han Mo standing in front of the closet paused and let out a long breath.He leaned forward and stood in front of the changing mirror, examined himself for a while, took a breath on the mirror, drew an extremely cartoon sun with his fingers, and stamped his own lip print on it.

2:[-] p.m.The conference room on the second floor of the Xicheng Public Security Bureau in Yangcheng.Lu Jinse ran in with a serious expression, and reported to Yang Tianhe, who was standing in front of the whiteboard, writing and drawing: "Boss, I just got in touch with Xicheng's informant, and got an important piece of information: the big tiger and the mouse had sex last night. A pack of khat."

"What, they both take drugs?" Yang Tianhe asked.

Lu Jinse said meaningfully: "Both of them do not take drugs, and they have no drug trafficking records."

Yang Tianhe clasped his arms in his arms, tapped his fingers twice, and ordered: "Immediately contact the Xicheng police for support, surround the hotel where Mo Yang is staying, and launch a surprise anti-drug operation, make it louder, knock the mountain and shake the tiger."

"Yes!" Lu Jinse ran out.

"What is khat, is it a drug?" Qiao Yang, who was sitting at the table flipping through the materials, asked Chen Yang, who had the same serious expression.

Chen Yang sighed: "It's a kind of soft drug from Arabia. It looks like tea leaves when it's dried. It's usually eaten raw or ingested. Its effect is similar to that of drugs. It's poisonous and highly addictive."

Qiao Yang thought twice, stood up, and looked at Yang Tianhe in disbelief: "They bought it for Han Mo... They want to poison Han Mo? Fuck!"

"Yeah. Qiao Yang, bring the evidence. Let's go to Xicheng immediately. I will find a way to arrange for you to avoid Lao Qin and meet Han Mo."

Everyone in Yang Tianhe's team of the Economic Special Operations Agency immediately went into action, packed their things and went downstairs.Yang Tianhe arranged himself and Qiao Yang in a car and drove by himself.

The car was quiet, and Yang Tianhe didn't speak until he passed the toll booth and drove onto the intercity expressway: "Qiao Yang, what I said this morning was too much, don't take it to heart."

"Huh? The part about me being a mad dog?" Qiao Yang rested his chin and stared at the scenery passing by the car window. "Actually, you are right. I was really ashamed this morning...or, in fact, I have been They are all very useless. Thinking about it carefully, although I followed your suggestion and joined Mo Yang, I must have done nothing to help Han Mo."

Yang Tianhe listened silently.

Qiao Yang chattered: "From the beginning, I felt that his choice was very dangerous, but I chose to escape, go home to live my own life, and let him continue to sink. Then you appeared and convinced me, I decided to help him Lead back to the right path, even if he comes back, he has to pay for his deviant behavior. I thought I could be the hero who saved him, but I was just a piece of garbage that made him sad... He is really too smart, I am in front of him Can't do anything, have nowhere to hide, just a poor paramecium. We're so far apart...not physically, but something else."

Qiao Yang shut his mouth, there was silence in the car, only the slight sound of the engine running could be heard.

Yang Tianhe thought for a long time and asked again: "Qiao Yang, have you ever thought about why Han Mo's gang is called Mo Yang?"

"I asked this question, and he said it was the sun that was dyed black in a world as dark as ink, but still radiated warmth and guided the direction. It is full of romance and fantasy of personal heroism, very arrogant and domineering, isn't it?" Qiao Yang has a good memory.

Yang Tianhe tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and instead of commenting on Qiao Yang's answer, he said, "I always thought that Mo Yang's yang was Qiao Yang's yang."

These words passed by Qiao Yang's ears, as if someone had swept Qiao Yang's heart with a small brush, making his heart feel crisp and then itchy, and he suddenly turned to look at Yang Tianhe: "What do you mean?"

Yang Tianhe shrugged: "That's what you think."

Qiao Yang's breathing became a little short, his hands rubbed his knees, and his buttocks moved uncomfortably.

Yang Tianhe glanced at him: "Leave this question without a correct answer aside, let's talk about another thing: Would you like to join the Yang Tianhe team of the Economic Special Operations Agency?"

"This department of yours says that you can join if you join?" Qiao Yang followed suit and changed the topic. After all, the brief conversation about "Mo Yang" just now made Qiao Yang dare not think about it, "Also, you also do the confidentiality work. It’s too imprecise, and I, an outsider, just casually stayed in your office all morning?”

Yang Tianhe laughed softly: "First answer your next question. First of all, all the information you can see is information that can be shown to you, and we have already screened it; second, you can walk into that office because We have conducted a rigorous political review of you and your family members before this, and made sure that you have no violations of discipline and law other than knowing Hanmo; finally, you will not think that when you stay in the office, no one is watching Waiting for you? After a while, you get out of the car and ask anyone in the action team. He can tell you exactly what you did this morning, including which folders you looked at, whether you used your mobile phone, Drank a few glasses of water."

Qiao Yang sighed.

Yang Tianhe continued: "As for joining... I am not inviting you to join the Economic Special Operations Agency as a police officer. After all, this is an elite department of the public security. If you want to join, you must pass the professional study of the police school, have more than three years of work experience in grassroots positions, and Outstanding performance, in addition to having a skill. I just hope that you can join my Yang Tianhe Action Group as an expert consultant, and you can receive a salary, as long as you report to the organization and pass the political review."

"Why did you let me join?" Qiao Yang asked.

Yang Tianhe replied vaguely: "You have unique talents. In addition, you also need a reason to participate in the arrest of Han Mo."

"The reason for joining is very good." Qiao Yang squeezed the space between his brows, a little confused, "But I don't know what talents I have... I have a big brain, many questions, and well-developed tear ducts?"

Yang Tianhe laughed softly: "No, your talent is: you are the little sun of Mo Fox."

The car was quiet again.

This time, it was finally Qiao Yang's turn to break the silence. He said in a very tired voice, "We've been rambling on for so long, and now we're going to talk about a sharp question: If Han Mo has been tricked into being poisoned by Lao Qin and the others, what should we do?"

Yang Tianhe replied: "Those two people only got the drugs last night, so they probably haven't had time to do it yet."

"You said yes, what if it's too late?"

"Xicheng Public Security has already started to act. If you are afraid that if it happens, Han Mo will be taken away by the police. Instead, you can take this opportunity to help him get rid of Lao Qin's surveillance and control."

"...The price is that Han Mo is poisoned." Qiao Yang's voice became hoarse.

"Ah."

"Okay, think about it. If I can talk to Han Mo smoothly and tell Han Mo the true identity of Lao Qin, will Han Mo believe it? How can I make him believe it?" Qiao Yang asked again.

Yang Tianhe said: "I will arrange a more private space for you in a while. You can complete the work of persuading Han Mo independently, and I trust you."

Qiao Yang sighed: "I don't believe myself now... I might be too ashamed to lift my head when I see Han Mo, and I don't dare to say anything. I don't know how to convince him."

Yang Tianhe knocked on the steering wheel: "Qiao Yang, I found that you always try to reason with Han Mo, that's how it was when you wanted to join Mo Yang at the beginning... You can't beat Han Mo in terms of reasoning and tricks, so you have to Think of another way, the kind that only you can do."

"I don't quite understand," Qiao Yang wondered, "If I don't reason with him, what else can I tell him?"

Yang Tianhe finally couldn't hold back his demeanor and rolled his eyes, and said loudly in his southern accent, "Speaking of feelings!"

The author has something to say: Yang Tianhe: I'm so mad! ! !

Yang Tianhe really wanted to have a personal relationship with Mo Fox...

Mo Fox: Refused.go away.