Inhibition Marking Committee

The rain gradually subsided, and while walking to the south of the city, they all tacitly did not want to break the tranquility, and silently enjoyed the last time alone.

Simo stopped back, turned his back to him, and seemed to check the degree of wetness of the robe.Huan Xiubai knew this was a signal, and it told him tactfully that it was time for Xi Mo to go back.

"How long can you stay?" Huan Xiubai's voice tightened.

Simo hopped two steps on the side of the road with his hands behind his back, turned around, and asked him, "How long? How long do you want me to stay?"

"I want you to stay by my side." Huan Xiubai said frankly.

He squatted before Xi Mo turned around and put on his shoes.Fortunately, the streets in the town are clean, and there are no bruises on my bare feet after playing around for so long.

Simo leaned over his head and smiled lowly: "I'm not yours, why should I stay by your side."

Huan Xiubai stood up, stroked a strand of his long hair, and fondled it with his fingertips, "You will change your mind."

Simo glanced back at the foreigner's rough fingertips. The thin calluses on them were evidence of excessive use of firearms.He watched the hand let go of his hair and stuffed it into his pocket. There was a momentary delay in his movements, but he still reached out to meet Xi Mohui's gaze.

Huan Xiubai didn't spread it out in his palm this time, he still had lingering fears about the scene long ago, so he pinned it directly on Xi Mohui's temple.

Xi Mo turned his head back, subconsciously turned his head to look to the left, Huan Xiubai's voice trembled: "Wait, it will be ready soon."

"What did you put on it?" Simo decided to wait for him to finish.The man's movements are a bit slow, but he is definitely serious and careful. He probably has little experience in dealing with long hair. He tried several angles but couldn't clamp the clip properly. He has to be careful all the time, paying attention to Xi Mohui's expression, for fear of To his scalp.

Xi Mo didn't urge him back, and when Huan Xiu heaved a sigh of relief, he let go and announced, "It's done."

When the gunman faced many enemies by himself, he didn't have a tenth of the tension just now.

Xi Mo touched his temples back, his tentacles were warm and moist, and the body temperature of a stranger remained on them.He figured out the shape of the thing, found the button, took it off, and held it up to the street lamp: "Oh? It's...a hairpin?"

He twirled it around his fingertips, and asked playfully, "Why do you think I'm suitable for this kind of thing?"

This sentence is full of traps, if you answer carelessly, the goodwill you have accumulated may collapse in an instant.

"I like your long hair." Huan Xiubai replied.

"I'll cut it out in a few days, so I don't need it anymore."

"Give it back to me." Huan Xiubai gestured to take it back.

Xi Mo backed away, took a step away, stood by the sink cover, turned his palms down, and the pearl hairpin was dangling on his fingertips.The water flow in the drain is fast, if you fall, you will be washed away in an instant.

"If you give it to me, it's mine." He deliberately shook his wrist, pretending to be a threat, "Throwing it away is also mine."

"You won't throw it away." Huan Xiubai said firmly.

Before he could finish his sentence, the volatile Young Master Xi let go of his finger, and with a "plop", something smashed through the iron railing cover and fell into the water.

"Are you angry?" Xi Mohui asked casually, but paid close attention to Huan Xiubai's expression.

"I care, but I'm not angry." Huan Xiubai said after a pause, "It's already yours, you can dispose of it as you like."

Because besides me, there is no one else who can be self-willed.

Xi Mo retracted his hands into his sleeves, turned his back and lowered his head and said, "Don't come to me in the future. If you climb so high, something will happen sooner or later. I'm doing it for your own good."

He stood uneasy for a while, and resolutely walked away without waiting for the stranger's reply.Turning the corner of the alley and crossing the street, he listened intently and slowed down, never catching up with the crisp sound of the gunman's spiked boots on the ground.His shoulders slumped, his back slackened, and his stride on the out-of-town boulevard became listless.

Arriving at the agreed place, before approaching, a burst of convulsive neighing tore through the night.

Simo's heart was pounding, and he ran forward stepping on the splash of water. The lingering rain blurred his vision. He turned around a high wall, and he was stunned. scene.

The horse's hooves were raised high, and it roared in response. The unyielding horse was firmly controlled by the reins in the man's hands. He was calm and orderly, and amidst the unbelievable shouts of the groom and Xi Mozhi, he turned around and pulled the trigger, interrupting the connection between the horse and the cart. With the rope between them, he controlled the frightened horse with one hand with unimaginable arm strength, drove the tall animal, paved its hooves high and stopped beside Xi Mohui.

"Give me your hand." Huan Xiubai held the rein in one hand, and stretched out the other hand towards him.

Xi Mohui seemed to have merged into a dream, and he turned his head to look at Xi Mozhi who was rushing angrily, and raised his eyes to look up at the stranger.

All time, space, and the structure that maintains the world are frozen in his pupils at this moment.The stranger's face became clear in the drizzle, and his sharp lips were speaking to him.

He said, "Give me your hand! Let's go together!"

Give him your hand, give him your hand, give him your hand—

"Brother! Don't forget your promise!"

Xi Mohui used his left hand to grab his right forearm, which was stretched out to the knight.At that moment, the biting cold after the rain suddenly rushed back into his body, he took a step back and held his arm, his long wet hair drooped in front of his face, covering his expression.

"I won't go with you." He bit the words, every word, as if he said it so forcefully to convince himself.

He pushed aside the object in his hand, and poked it into the horse's leg with its tip. Xi Mozhi had already raised his gun to the outlander's back, and the pain-crazed horse passed by him like a storm, with long hair. Fluttering and falling quietly.

Turning his stiff body again, he saw that the horse and the man had already run away.

"Brother let him go on purpose?" Xi Mo cast a suspicious look on the muddy water splashing in the distance.

"This has nothing to do with you, Xi Mozhi."

There were still three horses left, and the coachman put on the reins again, and Simo stepped proudly on the small steps of the carriage with his clothes lifted.

"I'm your younger brother, why has nothing to do with me?"

Simo replied, "You are just my younger brother."

Xi Mozhi climbed into the carriage, sat opposite him, and asked forcefully, "Brother wants to go with a stranger? You fell in love with a man? Father and mother will definitely not agree, so give up."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, why is he still alive and kicking, where is his heart?"

"His heart..." Xi Mo raised his head in a daze, facing his younger brother, showing a coquettish smile, "I ate it."

Xi Mo's expression was disbelief.He looked his brother up and down, and made sure he didn't see any stains on his body that looked like blood. The pure white ritual robe was as white as it was when it went, and it was the same when it came back.

But the thoughtfulness he inherited from his family helped him discover some clues, "Where's your ring?"

What he was talking about was the identity ring that the Xi family gave to the second generation of women, engraved with their respective names.

"I lost the ring." Simo replied indifferently.

"Where did you throw it? Father will be angry if you don't find it!"

"Throw it into—" the sewer, instead of the hairpin, but it still couldn't catch the lover's bright eyes.

He hid the pearl hairpin deep in his sleeve, and said casually, "I don't remember where I threw it. It rained too much. Maybe it would have been washed away by the water."

The carriage staggered and took them back to the pavilion of Xi's house.There was no place to park the carriage outside, it drove directly into the hidden gate, and drove along the wide indoor walkway for a long time before stopping.The walkway with hollow painted columns has nine bends and eighteen bends, and is roughly built around the center. Surrounded by a cold spring, the cold water vapor lingers in the spring pool all year round, and the scenery in it is hard to see clearly.

The big luan with its wings folded, the cold spring of eight rounds, and the ignorant place in the dome of clouds and seas is the place where Xi's lingering.

Among them, the tower has seven floors, and there are 21 changes on the three sides of each floor. The big formation is faintly divided, even if the gate of Xi's house is open, outsiders will get lost in the boundless sea of ​​buildings, unable to find what they are looking for, and die in depression.

For a foreigner, rushing in is a dead end.

Xi Mo closed his eyes halfway, turned around and mistakenly looked at the door that had long been out of sight, and the thick red inner door slowly closed behind him.

"Here you are." Xi Mozhi whispered the ring into his brother's hand, and quickly slipped away before he could react.

"Mozhi, is Mozhi back?" The woman's luxurious voice came through, and most of Xi Mohui's good voice was inherited from her.

The second son of the Xi family went up to greet him, and acted like a spoiled child with his mother: "Mom, I lost the ring, can you not tell father? My knee hurts so much, I fell down, and when I got up, the ring rolled to nowhere. .”

Sim's mother's answer became a background noise in Simo's ears.He tossed the ring casually in his pocket, and walked alone to the way to the tower of the cage.

Once upon a time, he also expressed his intimacy as a young child to his parents.

And what answer did he get?

It wasn't a soft hug, let alone kind words, but an extremely cold "You are the eldest son, you can't do this."

He is the eldest son, so he can't be willful, can't be really close to people, and can't pin his emotions on others. No matter how kind and gentle he looks on the outside, and abide by the etiquette, he must be separated from others on the inside.

He is the eldest son, he is the most understanding, and he understands the general etiquette, doesn't he?

But he also wants to be willful once... or twice, three times, countless times, no matter what, he can be tolerated.

What he has never tried before, he has tried to this day.

Simo listened to the rattling vibrations of the twelve door locks falling one by one behind, and took out the pearl hairpin.Under the pale light of the cage, it still exudes a moist and warm light, as if the man silently warmed him with his actions.

He ran up the steps, ran to the small window, put on his lover's gift against the moist night wind, and moved his lips silently to the dark blue sky outside the iron window, and said three words.

is his lover's name.

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There are many echoes between this chapter and the previous cycle.

For example, the phrase "Run to the billboard and I'm yours" that Lao Meili said when she eloped corresponds to "I'm not yours" when Xiao Meili said.

Laomei's mental activity "he said he likes my long hair many times", echoes the director's emphasis on liking his hair here.

Faced with the director's repeated attempts to grab him and take him away, Xiaomei refused, and even held her down forcefully the moment she reached out her hand, and then the old Meili waited for the director to find her at the window, and finally broke through the mental barrier and took the initiative to grab him through the window. The director's hand asked him to take him away, which echoed...

(Because a fairy godmother said that my sugar is relatively hidden, so I will speak out)

The so-called cause and effect, the director sent a hairpin to Meili, and Meili used it to prick her ass, which in turn saved the director's life. What a wonderful fate.

What binds the beauty is the responsibility to the family and the dogma of family affection. In fact, the treatment he received in reality is not as terrible as in the dream, because after all, he was still young at the time, and he was a young boy with a [big mental brain hole], so some details will be magnified .It's like when you have a nightmare, you will always dream about the scene you fear the most, and repeat the cycle.

But fortunately, the director accompanied him through the nightmare this time, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh cub!Huanhuan you are the best!

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Thanks to the fairy godmothers for using magic to create a beautiful opportunity for Rapunzel to meet the knight!By the way, does running on the windowsill in the last scene really feel like a letitgo from Frozen?The Qixi Festival is about to fall!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 1 piece of rum jam;

Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Landmine]: 3 Yunfei; Juanjuan, 2 Beimang small scallops; No. Moon Ripple and Yuanyuan 2;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

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