string sound dream lovesickness

It was still raining outside the window, pattering.I used to love the voice I listened to with you the most, but now I hear it, but I always feel chaotic, noisy and distracted.Looking at those seemingly endless waterlines, I suddenly want to ask you, have you ever regretted for a moment over the years.

——Mo Qingxian

When Mo Qingxian woke up, Meng Yuannian hugged him and huddled in the corner. He was about to speak but Meng Yuannian covered his mouth.

"Don't make a sound." Meng Yuannian's shallow breathing sound penetrated into Mo Qingxian's neck like ants, the itching was so unbearable, Mo Qingxian only felt uncomfortable all over, and the "puff" in his head seemed to be setting off fireworks , He was dizzy and in a trance.

He heard Meng Yuan calling him in a young voice: "Mo Qingxian? Mo Qingxian? Can you hear me?"

He followed Meng Yuannian's hand and nodded quickly.

"Things are a little bit bad. They just said that they are going to take us to Guangzhou. If you pretend to be asleep for a while, don't make a sound, do you know?"

"Uh-huh!!"

"Mo Qingxian, listen carefully, no matter what happens, you must be patient, you know? As long as we live, as long as we live, we have hope."

Listening to Meng Yuannian's voice, Mo Qingxian's originally tense mood suddenly eased, but he was always vigilant, always feeling ominous.He hated this ominous feeling of being uncontrollable, making him seem so incompetent and weak.

Mo Qingxian felt that something was entangled on his wrist, and before he could ask, he was pushed to the ground by Meng Yuannian, and the door was roughly kicked open at this moment.He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the sound of footsteps, there were many people, more than one, he thought, wondering what they wanted to do.

"Drag that boy from Lord Meng's family here." A man who seemed to be the leader gave orders, with a disgusting smug voice.

"Second Master, this kid has been hungry for days, and he hasn't been given any water. He seems to be dying." Mo Qingxian suddenly heard a familiar voice, and he thought for a while. people?He was full of doubts, but he could only endure it.

"I can't do it anymore? I heard that he is very strong. He was hanged by Master Cao for three days and he is still alive." The second master walked up to Meng Yuannian, and stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead, " If he really has a beautiful face, it’s no wonder that someone named him to keep him. Tsk tsk, it’s a pity that he’s a boy. Otherwise, Master Cao would have to keep him for fun.”

"Second Master, what do you think we should do now?"

"Get in the car first, give me some medicine, don't wake up in the middle and make trouble."

"Yes, the things have been prepared a long time ago, so I will feed them now."

"Well, I'm relieved of you, Er Ye, who is doing things with a scarred face." Er Ye straightened up and stretched his waist, and said impatiently: "Get moving, you can finish things early and clean up early, tsk tsk, what a pity!" Have a good face. My second master is not good at this, otherwise I have to... tsk tsk!"

"Second Master, go and wait outside, lest you bump into each other and dirty your eyes."

"I'll leave it to you here, and send it to Guangdong in an expedited manner. When the Lin family's ransom arrives, I will flee to Hong Kong overnight. Of course, someone from the Meng family will pick it up. Be careful, he is worth more than the young master of the Lin family."

"Second Master, don't worry, I promise it will be done properly."

Mo Qingxian clenched his teeth tightly on purpose, but when he thought that he was now a comatose person, he forcibly held back.Even though he poured all the bitter water into his mouth, he pretended to swallow and wrapped the water in his mouth, and it was really difficult to pretend not to reveal his secrets.In the process of being carried and carried, a lot of liquid was accidentally swallowed.

He really wanted to know what was going on with Meng Yuannian, but he didn't dare to open his eyes, letting others manipulate him nervously.He suddenly hated his ignorance in the past. He always thought that he was very powerful, could write a good handwriting, and could write a good article casually.But now I realize that those are of no use at all.Maybe it's not how good his handwriting is or how beautiful his articles are, it's just the compliments from those people, and he actually took it seriously.

It's kind of ridiculous, like a clown.Those laughing statements were obviously ridiculed, but I was still smug about what a great thing I had done.Thinking about it, I feel sour with grievances, sobbing and unable to breathe.

"Why are you crying? You can't take it anymore?" Meng Yuannian got up from the carriage. He carefully observed the environment inside the carriage and reached out to touch the large canvas covering his head.

"This is a modified double-row passenger and cargo vehicle. There are two rows of people sitting in the front. The place for storing goods in the back is covered with canvas like a military vehicle. It can be preliminarily determined that there are at least five people in the front." Meng Yuannian thought in his heart. Calculating the chances of escaping, I now have a serious lack of physical strength, and I can't run for a long time because of the exhaustion.He looked sideways at Mo Qingxian, a squeamish young master whose chance of escape... was basically negative.

"Ah!" Meng Yuannian sighed with a headache, "If you cry again, you will call people over. This car is not soundproof."

"I, I don't want to cry either..." Mo Qingxian sobbed, broke free from the loose rope in his hand, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, "But I, I can't help it."

"Don't be afraid." Meng Yuannian stepped forward to hug him, patted his back softly and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, I will take you out, trust me."

"Really?" Mo Qingxian sniffed, his face covered with dust, "Can we really escape?"

"Definitely. Definitely!" Meng Yuannian himself didn't know whether he was telling Mo Qingxian or himself, he had no idea. In the past 14 years, the farthest place he has been to is Langfang, which is the closest to Beijing. At that time, he was accompanied by his father and surrounded by a group of younger brothers, so he didn't need to worry about anything at all.

Guangzhou, in his short knowledge, is just two words that he saw in the book.The road ahead is vast, and he doesn't even know where their next stop will be.

"Meng Yuannian, it's great to meet you." Mo Qingxian rested his head on Meng Yuannian's shoulder. Although there are too many unknowns in the future, Meng Yuannian is by his side at this moment, listening to his soft whisper , Those unknown fears can also be forgotten for a moment.

"What stupid things are you talking about? Are you still glad you were caught?"

"Hehe, you're talking stupid." Mo Qingxian turned around and leaned against Meng Yuannian, the truck wobbled and made a "da da da" sound, and Mo Qingxian could even imagine the yellow sandy sky outside. look.He suddenly missed the wind and sand in Beijing very much.

"Meng Yuannian, how old are you this year?" Mo Qingxian couldn't stand the suffocating silence, the rumble of cars could be heard all around his ears, and thousands of ants were biting madly in his heart.He felt that if he didn't find something to do, sooner or later he would collapse.

"What month is it now?" Meng Yuannian leaned on the big wooden box beside him, his eyes were a little bleak and desolate.

"It's already February. It's my birthday on New Year's Eve, and it's still snowing that day."

"Is it too big?"

"It's very big. The snowflakes are layered on the ground one by one. The dense ones can only vaguely see the big banyan tree not far away. I remember that there was a pot of golden orange orange kumquat tree on the balcony of my house. The snowflakes fell On the kumquat tree, white and green are mixed together, sometimes revealing a ray of golden light, which is very beautiful. I also raised a cat, which is said to be a foreign breed, called Persian cat. His hair But it’s grown, it’s so soft and warm, he likes to sleep lying next to the stove in the closet, and the snoring is so loud that you can hear it through the door..."

"And my mother, she likes to wear an ankle-length cheongsam and a fluffy fur waistcoat, and sit on the balcony drinking tea. There is Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea" casually on the tea table, and she likes to watch Zhang Ailing's books. Don't look at those books are scattered, my mother actually cherishes them very much, and no one dares to move them. She will smooth them and read them many times and they will look like new. She She speaks softly and waxy, as gentle as my favorite cotton candy, she never loses her temper and always smiles like an ancient lady who walks out of a painting. She is very beautiful..."

Tears trickle down like an endless river, slipping into the neck, it's cold and itchy, and it hurts after the itching.The details that I didn't care about in the past, all showed up without warning, the more I thought about it, the clearer it became, and the clearer it became, the more heartbroken I became.

Mo Qingxian felt that he really couldn't take it anymore, he was homesick and wanted to go home, and he was going crazy thinking about it.He was scared, so scared that he was going crazy.He desperately grasped Meng Yuannian's hand, his expression fragile as if he was about to collapse at any moment.

"Meng Yuannian, Meng Yuannian, I really can't stand it, I can't stand it."

"I'll be with you, stay with you, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here." Meng Yuannian reached out to caress Mo Qingxian's head, stroking his hair over and over again, whispering softly He kept saying comforting words in his ear.He hugged Mo Qingxian tightly, wanting to give him warmth and strength, wanting to save him, wanting to reassure him, wanting to make him stop crying.

He held back his tears, and bitterly told himself in his heart that a man bleeds but does not shed tears.But he remembered the night when Meng's house collapsed. It turned out that three months had passed.

He still remembered that the night was full of stars and the weather was very good. He even made an appointment with his father to go horseback riding the next day.His father also promised him to let him try to drive the Mitsubishi Pajero off-road vehicle he just bought the next day.He was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep, he pestered his father to feed him, and the two fought in the yard. The sound of panting, dripping sweat and his father's hearty laughter still remains in his memory.

He said that he is indeed my son, he also said that the tiger father has no dogs, and he also said a lot of things...

There was only a large area of ​​red behind, and his father pushed him into the secret passage, hurriedly whispering in his ear, and then gradually moved away from his back.He listened to his father's words and kept running, running, hiding around like a mouse.But he was caught anyway. They said his father was dead, but he didn't believe it.His father was a great hero, how could he die so easily in the hands of a few Xiaoxiao?

He was hung in the room where he used to live, whipped and cursed over and over again. They asked him to hand over his father's key, and he gritted his teeth and pretended to be dumb.He once thought that it would be good to just die like this, let them regret and lament, if they died, would they be able to see their father.

When he was locked in the cell alone, looking at the little light cast from the window, he couldn't find the motivation to continue living.He was just waiting, waiting for the final sentence of death.But when Mo Qingxian came, his eyes were so clean, like a clear spring, so translucent and pure.He is so weak, as delicate as a girl, but stubborn and hopeful, and extremely warm.

The most important thing is that Mo Qingxian needs him, he is holding on to himself so tightly that he dare not let go, he is leaning on himself, trying his best to absorb the warmth, he makes himself suddenly have the idea of ​​wanting to live.That thought is like a single spark, enough to start a prairie fire.

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