string sound dream lovesickness

I always wonder what it would be like if we had never met.But just thinking about not meeting you, my heart hurts as if I want to escape.Just thinking about it, if you don't know me, I would be so sad that I would like to die.

——Mo Qingxian

After leaving Shao's old house and sending Shao Yan home first, Meng Yuannian sat on the back seat of the car, leaning on the back of the chair tiredly.

"Pei Qing, you said what is the most important thing in life."

Pei Qing looked at Meng Yuannian's dull face through the rearview mirror, and remained silent.He understood that Meng Yuannian didn't need anyone's answer at all, he just wanted to talk.Maybe after hiding and persevering for a long time, there are also times when I want to vent, even though it is just a simple question, it is enough.

Meng Yuannian closed his eyes, his thoughts turned, and the light in front of him was dim and warm.Like that man's chuckle, and the touch of his hands caressing.Meng Yuannian relaxed his nerves, letting his thoughts sink, Yeyue Youyou seemed to return to the first time they met.

That was still 120, winter, [-] days away from May when the overall party consolidation basically ended.Nearly four months was enough for their encounters and a small number of permanent separations.

Mo Qingxian woke up from the cold, and the hard floor beneath him spoke of danger and coldness.All his memories are still at his 16th birthday party. He remembers that there were many people who came, and a circle of people chattered around him.The storage room of the presents did not fit, and his mother had to put a small number in his own bedroom.

He just wanted to go to the balcony to get some air, but he was knocked out like this and taken to an unknown place.He tried to move his arm, and it made him feel very uncomfortable when it was tied behind his back, stiff, cold and numb.In the past 16 years, he has been held high by others and protected by his family. He has never suffered such torture.

He bit his lip a little bit aggrieved, maybe more afraid, tears covered his face without knowing it, making his delicate face extraordinarily embarrassed.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

Just when Mo Qingxian was about to cry out of fear, a soft probing voice came from his ear, his voice was a little sluggish mixed with the hoarseness of the voice change period.In this quiet and closed space, Mo Qingxian found it particularly moving.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards where the voice came from. The faint light coming in from the window made him barely able to see the general appearance of the other party.He only felt that the other party was very good-looking, so he couldn't help asking: "Who are you? Do you know where this is?"

"Who are you? How did you get caught?" The man was still sitting in the corner, asking questions but didn't seem to care much about the answer.He leaned his head against the wall and looked at the window. From Mo Qingxian's angle, he could only see his flickering side face.

"I, my name is Mo Qingxian."

"Pfft, your parents are really interesting." The person sitting in the corner finally turned his head, with a smile on his face, "Don't be idle, don't be idle, does your father want you to be idle all your life?"

"Why are you like this? It's the Qing song that condenses the white snow, and the breeze shakes the jade tree. The 25 strings play the night moon, and the strings fly back after being overwhelmed with resentment." Mo Qingxian said to that person with some disgust, with a tone of voice He was angry and childish without even realizing it.

"Who cares what leisure you are, you guys like to show off like a scholar, you don't care whether others can understand or not."

Mo Qingxian couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the obviously complaining tone on the other side: "That's right, it's my fault and I'm just talking about words. What's your name?"

"Meng Yuannian, it doesn't have any special meaning." Meng Yuannian turned his shoulders and said to Mo Qingxian with a smile: "But my dad said that he saw a man named Yuanba in history, which sounded very pleasant to his ears. .so gave me such a name.”

"Li Yuanba, I know. That's Li Shimin's younger brother, a big stupid guy."

"Who are you calling stupid"

"It's not about you anyway." Mo Qingxian looked at Meng Yuannian and listened to him, his heart calmed down for no reason.Although I was still terrified and afraid, but knowing that there was another person in this place, those fears became weaker.

"Meng Yuannian, are you still awake?" The long silence made Mo Qingxian very uncomfortable, with a feeling of frightening fear.

"Wake up."

"Can you talk?"

"Are you afraid?"

"You are afraid!"

"..."

"Meng Yuannian?"

"Ah."

"Why don't you make a sound?" Mo Qingxian licked the corners of his lips, the dry mouth and thirst were even more obvious than the fear.

"Meng Yuannian, will we die?"

"do not know."

"You really don't know how to chat, so can't you comfort me?"

"No."

"Why not, it's just the two of us here."

"I'll comfort you, who will comfort me."

"Meng Yuannian, you are so stingy."

"..."

Meng Yuannian laboriously turned his head to look at Mo Qingxian who was lying on the ground, feeling extremely hopeless in his heart.Apart from red, there are still large patches of red in front of him. For the 14-year-old him, the grief is too heavy to bear.

Just as he was desperately waiting for the trial of his life, the group of people threw Mo Qingxian in, and he stared at him all night, watching him curl up on the ground to keep warm.His teeth were chattering from time to time, even though he didn't show signs of waking up, Meng Yuannian laughed at Mo Qingxian's ridiculous sleepiness from the bottom of his heart.

But hearing his sobbing, he couldn't help but ask again.Mo Qingxian chattered endlessly in this quiet space, showing a rare sultry temperature.

"Can you still move?"

"Ah?" Mo Qingxian looked flattered and looked at Meng Yuannian sideways, "Hands are tied behind their backs, so I don't move very well. Besides, my legs are numb from the cold, and I don't have the strength to move."

"Crawl over slowly, it will be better to sit up and lean against the wall." Meng Yuannian moved his body closer to the corner as he spoke, "Come on, come here. It won't be cold if you stand close together."

Mo Qingxian's resistance was eliminated in Meng Yuannian's words.His body was really stiff, cold and numb, and his heart ached when he moved a little.But he looked at Meng Yuannian's eyes, and finally gritted his teeth and crawled towards the wall.

"Qingxian, hold on a little longer, you can do it." Meng Yuannian looked at Mo Qingxian's distorted face in pain, and wanted to step forward to help, but there was nothing he could do.He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand up against the wall.

"A manly man, I came here in one go, Mo Qingxian, I believe in you."

"If I come over, you have to talk with me." Mo Qingxian grinned at Meng Yuannian with tears in his eyes, "It's too quiet, I'm scared."

"Okay, you're here, I'll keep talking with you." Meng Yuannian looked at Mo Qingxian with a gentle expression, and he was extremely tolerant of his acting like a spoiled child, perhaps because in this helpless environment, his heart was also weak. became soft.

When Mo Qingxian finally rested his head on Meng Yuannian's lap, he collapsed into a ball. In such a cold winter, his whole body was drenched with sweat.It was as if I had just run a marathon of several thousand meters, pain and fatigue but peace of mind.

He said: "Meng Yuannian, I feel so thirsty, I really want to drink water."

Meng Yuannian leaned against the wall, quietly looking at Mo Qingxian's side face, with a dazed expression and a little unwillingness to speak.But he still cheered up and responded to Mo Qingxian: "There is no water, there is nothing here. So if you talk less, you won't be thirsty."

"Meng Yuannian, are you afraid?" Mo Qingxian leaned on Meng Yuannian's leg, turned to face Mo Yuannian, "Are you afraid?"

"Sit up first, you'll get cold again after lying down like this for a while." Meng Yuannian raised his leg to support Mo Qingxian's head, "Get up, while you still have strength."

"I'm afraid. I used to think that death was nothing to be afraid of, but now I just want to live well." Mo Qingxian sniffed, tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably, "I'm afraid."

"Get up first, my leg hurts." Mo Yuannian looked at Mo Qingxian weakly while enduring the burning pain and acid reflux in his stomach with a pale face and frowning.

"This is the gangster's cell. If you want to live, don't cry. If you save your strength, someone will come to save you. After all, you look like someone's young master."

"Meng Yuannian, are you okay?" Mo Qingxian gritted his teeth, rolled over and sat next to Meng Yuannian, with his forehead resting on Meng Yuannian's head, so close that he could smell the grassy smell of the other person's breath. .

"You are so cold, Meng Yuannian, if you say something, don't scare me."

"I'm fine, you sit down, I'm dizzy from you moving around." Meng Yuannian squinted his eyes, there was no corner of his body that didn't hurt, and his exhausted heart was ashamed.

"I won't move, I won't move anymore." Mo Qingxian sat in the corner leaning against Meng Yuannian, his throat ached from thirst, and he was both shocked and afraid.He didn't know when someone would come over, and he was afraid that the only person who was with him here would suddenly lose his breath.He was close to Meng Yuannian, trembling all over and wanted to cry but didn't dare to make a sound.

"Mo Qingxian, turn your face around." Meng Yuannian's voice rang in his ears, and rushed straight into his neck lightly and coldly.Mo Qingxian turned his head and felt a cold touch from his mouth. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the magnified face in front of him. His eyelashes were really long, and the thick arc was like a small cattail fan.His nose is really straight, like a fine sculpture.His hair is so soft, it is as smooth and warm as the fur of the Persian cat at home against his face.

His lips are so cold.Sticking it on my mouth, it is as cool as the milk jelly I just ate a few days ago.He opened his mouth unconsciously, something stretched in and curled up the warm touch of his tongue, in this cold cage, it was like a warm peach blossom rain in March in Yangchun.He could even smell the thick sweet smell, lingering on the tip of his nose for a long time.

"Still thirsty?"

"No, I'm not thirsty anymore." The moment his lips and teeth separated, Mo Qingxian inexplicably felt a little throbbing, his heart beat faster and his face turned red.

"That's good." Meng Yuannian leaned his head against the wall feebly, looking at the tightly sealed window, his eyes glazed over.He thought in his heart, maybe this will be the last scene in his life, how sad.

Mo Qingxian didn't know how long it had passed, Meng Yuannian leaned against the wall and closed his eyes tightly. If he hadn't been able to feel the faint ups and downs in Meng Yuannian's chest every time, he would almost have thought that Meng Yuannian was dead.There were suddenly rustling footsteps outside, and in this overly quiet environment, a little sound could be amplified countless times.Mo Qingxian straightened up abruptly and stared at the door with his eyes fixed. He didn't believe that someone had really come until he heard the sound of the lock being unlocked outside.

He immediately closed his eyes and drooped his head on Meng Yuannian's shoulder, pretending to be asleep. He felt someone approaching and made a slight sound of surprise.

"Huh? How did you put them together?"

"Don't worry about it, let's see if you are still alive."

Mo Qingxian felt fingers placed between his nostrils, and a strong smell of tobacco swept over his nostrils, choking him almost to reveal his secrets.

"He's still alive, but Young Master Meng's condition is not very good."

"Hey, what's the matter, young master? The Meng family has completely disbanded after Master Meng's death." Mo Qingxian squinted secretly and looked over, only seeing the person who was talking.The skin of the flat head is dark yellow, and there is a scar from the right eye to the corner of the mouth, which looks a little hideous.

But this hideous-looking person had a gentle tone. He held a bowl of water and gently straightened Meng Yuannian's head, and carefully fed the water into his mouth.

"Young Master Meng, Young Master Meng, wake up." He gently patted Meng Yuannian's face, reached out to hold his pale hand and rubbed it non-stop.Mo Qingxian listened to him whispering in Meng Yuannian's ear, "Young Master Meng, Master Meng is still waiting for you to collect the body. You must persevere, Young Master Meng."

"Okay, let's go. After a while, Master Cao's people will come suddenly, and none of us will survive."

"Wait, I'll put the food and water closer to them." The man began to untie the rope in Meng Yuannian's hand as he said that, and Mo Qingxian felt a little wetness on his forehead leaning on Meng Yuannian's shoulder. , one drop, two drops... He didn't know whether Meng Yuannian was crying or that person was crying.

In such a world, weak people cannot survive after all.Only those who persist in running forward against life can survive the hunting of these games.Especially someone like Meng Yuannian, who has an indelible black mark on his body, an inexhaustible red rush in his blood, and a person whose beard and hair are all dark.

When the room returned to the penetrating silence, Mo Qingxian finally boldly opened his eyes. He sat up straight and turned to look at Meng Yuannian.It was facing Meng Yuannian's bloodshot eyes full of coldness.

Mo Qingxian had never seen such a good-looking person, with a sharp but immature face, thin lips lightly pursed, delicate nose bridge, long narrow eyes that were bright and moving.Each of the black and sharp eyebrows is extremely clear and beautiful, and just a slight frown can give off a charming charm and a piercing chill.

"You, wake up..." Before Mo Qingxian could finish speaking, he felt a pain in his tongue, and a bloody smell spread in his mouth.He pouted, his face was flushed, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Yuannian sat up a little bit, looking at Mo Qingxian like this, his nerves rarely relaxed, and there was still a slight smile on his face.

"No, I'm biting my tongue, it hurts so much." Mo Qingxian inhaled in pain, with a few crystal tears still hanging on her delicate face.

"You stick it out, I'll take a look."

"No, sticking out your tongue or something, it's degrading!"

"Tell me the truth, where did your family come from?" Meng Yuannian was amused by Mo Qingxian. In the past few months, he has been in a state of urgency and crisis, and there has never been a moment Can be as comfortable as it is now. "Tell me, I'm sure I won't laugh at you."

"Your family is an old antique." When did Mo Qingxian suffer in front of people, and all the people in front of him in the past followed him and coaxed him to let him go. It was the first time he met someone like Meng Yuannian who made him always dumbfounded. people.

"It's true that my house is not far from Old Antique." Meng Yuannian lowered his face, and without looking at Mo Qingxian, he leaned on the wall and stood up.With his hands on his waist and shoulders moving backwards, he slowly kicked his right leg and then his left leg. After doing all this, he stopped, squatted down, lifted the water bottle in front of him, and started drinking from the spout. .

Mo Qingxian looked at Meng Yuannian helplessly, swallowed his saliva forcefully, and stared at Meng Yuannian bitterly: "Those two damned guys only untied your rope, is it because this young master is so handsome?" Not as good-looking as you, do you treat them differently..."

Meng Yuannian gave him a sideways look, that look seemed to say, fortunately you still have some self-knowledge.Mo Qingxian was so angry that he almost forgot the pain of his tongue, and stared at Meng Yuannian with a sense of anger: "At any rate, we are also brothers and sisters, and you are too inhuman."

"Heh..." Meng Yuannian leaned closer to Mo Qingxian, and Mo Qingxian, who was so close, could clearly see every line on Meng Yuannian's face. "If you stick out your tongue and let me see, I'll untie the rope for you, okay?" Meng Yuannian's voice was too gentle, as soft as a feather across Mo Qingxian's heart, he He nodded unconsciously, as if possessed by a demon.

"Well, it's okay. The wound is not deep, you can drink saliva and rinse your mouth."

When reason returned again, the rope in his hand was untied at some point.Meng Yuannian was leaning against the wall and eating steamed buns in a paper bag. His beautiful eyebrows were gently drawn together, and his short hair rested on his thin cheeks. The occlusion of his teeth drove the rhythm of his face. An exceptionally coordinating decadent aesthetic.

Mo Qingxian rubbed his wrists, only kept drinking water, but did not move the food.On weekdays, he is used to fine clothes and jade food. If these things are placed on a white blue and white porcelain plate, he may still eat a few mouthfuls.But just put them in a paper bag and put them on the ground indiscriminately, it's hard to swallow.

"If you can't eat, eat some. If you're hungry, you won't be able to wait for someone to rescue you." After Meng Yuannian finished speaking, he continued to gnaw the steamed bun in his hand with his head down. He knew how it felt to be hungry. I have forgotten how long I have not been able to eat or drink a sip of water.He used to be the eldest son of the family, and he was always served by a long line of people competing for him, and a single sentence could change a person's life.But now, those flattering people are still alive to curry favor with other young masters, while he was trapped in this square inch and almost died.

The feeling of falling from the clouds is painful and unforgettable.

"My tongue hurts, so I don't want to eat." Mo Qingxian sat on the ground holding the kettle, leaning against the wall and looking down at his feet, ignoring Meng Yuannian's eyes that seemed to have insight into the world.

"Hey, which Mo family's young master are you? The Mo family I know doesn't seem to have a son." Meng Yuannian wrapped the remaining steamed buns and carefully hid them in the padded jacket in his arms.Limbs relaxed on the ground, looking up at the roof, "Your family must be rich, otherwise they wouldn't arrest you, but that's the only Mo family that is rich and powerful."

"I follow my mother's surname. I am the young master of the Lin family. I am the only son of the three generations of my family." Mo Qingxian crossed his legs and leaned against the wall with his back straight, thinking of the loss and fear in his family's heart again, "I When I was young, I was in poor health. The fortune teller said that my horoscope was too light to bear this surname, so my grandfather gave me the surname of my mother. My mother is the daughter of the Mo family. She is very beautiful and gentle. She speaks softly. , I like staying with my mother the most, she can tell a lot of nice and interesting stories, better than those told by the storyteller..."

As he spoke, tears were about to flow, he raised his head and looked at Meng Yuannian helplessly: "Meng Yuannian, do you think we can go home alive?" His eyes were moist and covered with a thin layer Thin mist, a pitiful look like an innocent silly rabbit.

"Yes, I will go home alive." Meng Yuannian moved to sit next to Mo Qingxian, and the two leaned on each other to keep warm.He raised his head and looked out the window, only to see snowflakes falling indistinctly.He put his arm around Mo Qingxian and let him fall asleep on his shoulder, "It's snowing, the weather is really bad."

He sighed and was a little dazed, resting half of his face on top of Mo Qingxian's head, feeling the heat from there, and gradually fell asleep.Before falling asleep, he suddenly opened the corners of his mouth and laughed. He heard Mo Qingxian say in his dream: "You look so sweet, Meng Yuannian."

So stupid, like a gluttonous fool.

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