Inhibition Marking Committee

How can there be a person who deliberately covers his whole body and wraps it in a white bandage in an extremely terrifying appearance. Even if he sits there quietly without any extra movements, he will give people a gentle and kind impression.

Huan Xiubai saw the pearls in his hair.

As gentle as pearls, he thought.

The hairpin would look feminine and nondescript when worn on other men, but it would complement each other and match naturally when placed in Xi Mohui's silver hair.

Huan Xiubai intuited that this thing was given to Xi Mohui by others.As for whose gift he could keep with him all the time regardless of other people's eyes, the more Huan Xiubai thought about it, the more he found it delicious.

"It's almost here." Xi Mo's reply was like a thunderbolt, which exploded in Huan Xiubai's heart.

"Help me put on the chain." His tone was so calm that Huan Xiubai's heart ached. "I'm a little tired."

"Come with me." Huan Xiubai stood up suddenly, his eyes full of determination, "I'll take you away now, let's jump out of the carriage, I'll hold you, everything will be fine. We can steal a horse Run all the way outside the city, no matter where you go, we will go wherever you say."

Xi Mohui picked up the chain with his toes, hooked it over, and the sinful restraint slipped to Huan Xiubai's feet, mercilessly mocking his innocence.

Xi Mohui has already given an answer.

Huan Xiubai had no other choice.Asking him to tie this thing to Xi Mo's back with his own hands is tantamount to asking him to push his lover back to hell himself.

He knelt down on one knee in excruciating pain. The process of bending his body seemed to press his trachea, making it much more difficult to breathe.His fingers hurt, and the chain was as heavy as tons of lava in his hands. He seemed to be able to burn off a layer of flesh when he touched it. He couldn't lift his arm, but he dragged it to Simo's feet after several attempts, trembling. Pinch the corner of the trouser leg with your fingers and lift up the fabric.

It was a snow-white and delicate ankle, and even the place where the ankle rubbed was pale pink.

Huan Xiubai and him are both in a dream and don't know the dream.The dream consciousness is free and uncontrollable. Xi Mohui's subconscious body has grown old. He is relaxed at the moment and has no defense against Huan Xiubai, nor can he see Huan Xiubai's perspective, so he forgets the details and inadvertently shows illogical omissions.

But how can dreams be completely logical?

Huan Xiubai lowered his head in a strange way, held up the ankle, and gently pressed his lips on it.

Simo stared back at his overly intimate behavior with complicated eyes.

This is the last year, the last period of reincarnation.They have missed it for so long, how long can they get along again?

Although the previous life was also short, it was enough for him to look back on his life.

Xi Mo retracted his feet, and Huan Xiubai stubbornly refused to let go of his fingers on the edge of the tibia.

One of them is over the end of the year, the other is young and vigorous, the other is sitting comfortably, the other is kneeling on one knee, the other is looking down indifferently, and the other is looking up intently, but the blending gaze can confront each other evenly.

In the end, it was Huan Xiubai who compromised first.He withdrew his hand reluctantly, and there was light in his eyes: "You came for me. What price did you pay?"

"Put it on..." Simo glanced at the iron lock and reminded casually.

He just said this on purpose, seeing the little lover's pained expression, he felt a little relieved.He didn't wait in vain, decades, even a few lifetimes in the future, as long as the other party's original intention remains the same, he has something to look forward to.

Two clicks of iron teeth fell into the ears one by one. Simo observed the despair and numbness on Huan Xiubai's face, and said to him, "Didn't he tell you? About me."

His old age, his fickleness, and what he couldn't offer a young man...

He never thought that in the end, the passage of time destroyed all good possibilities.If it was the same old Huan Xiubai who came, he wouldn't have to hide himself so embarrassingly.

"He showed me your portrait." Huan Xiubai lied cleverly.

Simo suddenly snorted coldly.

Huan Xiubai continued: "It's beautiful, I like it very much."

Simo turned his gaze back to the small dark window, where he couldn't see anything.

Although the young man couldn't see his expression, he could feel that the man was losing his temper silently.Huan Xiubai sat back beside him again, and told him softly, "But when I saw you, I forgot what the portrait looked like."

Whether it is beautiful or ugly, he only believes what he sees with his own eyes.Even if Xi Mohui is really ugly, he will not lose.Because what moved him was not that empty appearance at all.

Xi Mohui vaguely knew that he was lying. The so-called portrait did not exist at all. Huan Xiubai wanted to use it to tell himself that he didn't care about his appearance, but only about himself.

The carriage had already stopped, and the driver unlocked the door, leaving them no extra time.Huan Xiubai got out of the car first, and Xi Mohui was silent for a moment, then stood up slowly and started walking.

The ear-piercing sound of the chain being dragged on the ground hammered Huan Xiubai's heart. He watched Xi Mo bend back and lean out of the car door. Something slipped from his silver hair and fell crisply on the gravel road. Bounced onto the steps, fell into pieces again, and Gulu rolled into the bottom of the car.

Xi Mo touched his hair and hurried down the steps. The chain almost tripped him, but Huan Xiubai helped him up.But he immediately pushed the young man away, and squatted down anxiously to find the hairpin fragments. The pearls fell off and burst onto the ground. It was approaching midnight again, and the lights on the side of the road were so dim that it was impossible to see clearly.He opened his palms and felt inch by inch, and finally found the clasp, one pearl that got under the wheel, and three that he couldn't find at all.

He is such a clean person, he would wash his hands repeatedly even after touching the handrail, and he would half kneel on the ground, touching the dirty ground with his hands without saying a word.Huan Xiubai was heartbroken, and knelt down to help him find it together. After a long time, Xi Mohui still gave up.

The golden clip was broken, and there was only one pearl left. He tightened his palm, and the corners of the clip cut his hand, but he couldn't feel it.

"Maybe it fell into the sewer, it's too dark now, you go back first, I'll help you find it tomorrow morning." Huan Xiubai also guessed who gave him the hairpin when he saw his distraught look.

"No need." Simo turned his back to him, raised his head, and gasped for breath, "If you drop it, you will drop it. It should have been thrown away a long time ago."

"He sent you off. The person you said would come to you?" Huan Xiubai still couldn't help asking.

"It was... my lover sent me." Simo said back to "lover", his voice was as soft as a whisper, "He won't come, it's too late, everything is too late."

Huan Xiubai was extremely jealous of that lucky man, and stepped forward to comfort him: "It's not too late, it's not too late, forget about him, I'll buy you a new one."

"No need." The coachman opened the iron gate, and Simo walked back in. He never looked back at him, leaving only one sentence, which pierced Huan Xiubai's heart like a hole: "The new one is not as good as it is." Go to the old one."

You will never be better than him.

How to smash a young man's fiery sincerity, Xi Mohui is far better at this than Huan Xiubai imagined.

After the coachman left, Huan Xiubai still stayed outside the door.He felt that his hands and feet had no place to rest, as if all the feelings he had given were cruelly rejected by that sentence.

If it were someone else, he would leave angrily early and never come back.But after Huan Xiubai calmed down, all he could think about was the bandages that tightly wrapped Xi Mohui.

Yesterday, when they were in the house, Simo obviously hadn't used any bandages yet.When I came out today, I deliberately covered my face in order not to let myself see his face.Huan Xiubai thought about it the other way around, this just shows that the man's delicate and tactful thoughts are all on his side!

Covering the face is a kind of evasion, but what is hidden under this evasion is fear and anxiety.Xi Mohui was afraid that he would be disappointed when he saw the true face, that he would abandon himself because of this, and wronged himself to cover up, but it was just to keep him for a while, even if one day Huan Xiubai would know the truth. Before that, Xi Mo Mo Hui also wants to cherish the short time spent together.

This is not ruthless, it is extremely caring and reluctant.

Huan Xiubai figured this out, so he didn't care about his intentionally hurtful words.

He put his palm on the cold metal door, muttered to himself, and told Xi Mohui who was leaving, but also to tell himself: "I can't be inferior to him in everything. At least, he didn't take you away, I I must take you away."

"You can't drive me away."

After Huan Xiubai finished speaking with a sigh, he looked at the small iron window again, and his figure disappeared into the night.

He didn't know that when he finished that sentence, Simo, who was leaning against the door, tightly covered his mouth, arched his body, and choked up silently.

For several days, Huan Xiubai didn't go to the concrete stairs.He asked Xu Aili that there was no such delicate thing as pearl hairpins in the town, so he rented a horse with the remaining money, and ran out of the city to look for it elsewhere.During that time, he lived in a chaotic state, as if he could not feel the flow of time, and could not recall the specific place names and details, as if he was walking in a distorted dream, jumping from one point to another, and the middle process was roughly omitted up.He just remembered that after a long journey, he finally bought the same style of hair clips in a store in a distant country. When he returned to the town, the horse happened to collapse next to the wine bottle billboard and died of exhaustion quietly. .

Xi Mohui began to wait again. He felt that the time was long, a long, long time had passed, and it felt as if there was only a blink of an eye.His little lover came back, full of wind and dust, after being ravaged by the yellow sand, exposed to the sun, rolled in the wind and dust, and became more and more like a tough man.

It also almost overlapped with the appearance in his memory.

Looking back on the two lifetimes, Xi Mohui instantly understood what was going on.It turned out that his time and Huan Xiubai's time were reversed. They were both moving forward, but the timeline of their lives was opposite.The Huan Xiubai who met him in the previous life passed in this life.

It is so...

After he died, this young man should enter the next reincarnation in reverse, and meet him in the previous life.

I see.He thought it was too late and it was over, but it turned out to be the beginning.

Cause is effect, effect is cause, love begins with love.

He planted the cause in this life, and reaped the fruit in the previous life. In such a reincarnation, who will fall in love with whom first?

None of this matters anymore.

He smiled bitterly as he recalled the repeated rejections from his younger self.He turned down many opportunities and never got them back.

But when this Huan Xiubai asked in front of the window again persistently: "I want to take you away, is that okay? They are arresting me, I only have one minute, please give me a reply?"

This may be his last chance in this life.

Whether he will meet Huan Xiubai in the timeline of his progress is still unknown.So, for the first time, he stretched out his hand outside the railing, grabbed the hem of the young man's clothes, like a drowning man grabbing the only driftwood, and said hoarsely, "I'll go with you."

Huan Xiubai's gaze shifted from the trembling hand to the figure blocked by the barred window, where there was a pair of teary eyes, "Take me away."

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Take him away, take him away, Director Huan, take him away quickly! ! !Ma Ma and aunts sponsor you nine dollars, you go get married!

The beauty is late, the most cruel.This chapter should be obvious, in fact, this Huanhuan met the old Meili first, and then went back to chase the little Meili in the previous cycle.The old beauty has the memory of the young beauty, so from the perspective of beauty, the director is the first to be emotional.From the director's perspective, beauty comes first.The so-called love begins with love, that is how it is explained.