[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

"...I'm going to wash my face."

Accompanied by this soft sound, Mo Yu's eyes darkened for a moment, thinking, how sensible.

In Mo Yu's life, Wamir has always been so sensible, and even said that it is not normal to be so sensible.

You know, in the battle between the blood clans that have been united for a long time and divided for a long time, Aurilla has stayed for 200 years in the position of the blood emperor that she has always dreamed of. Thoughts, but all of them were actually protected by Wamir. The poor and indifferent language is not qualified to retell history. It is not enough to say that you are sensible, but besides being sensible, Mo Yu really doesn’t know, you should talk about it something.

The relationship between him and Wamir slowly intertwined and deformed inch by inch, painting into a shape that even he himself could not describe.

Should I say thank you?Travelers have no real life and death in the world of the plane.

Should I be unwilling?Passers-by in the Spring and Autumn Dream don't have the time to guess what charity is.

It's just that as springs go and autumns come, watching the fleeting years turn dark, in the end, in the end, there are only two of them left who had an intersection back then.

***

When the blond blood came out of the bathroom, his face was still stained with water. He took off his tie in front of Mo Yu, took off his ragged suit, and changed into comfortable and thin home clothes naturally, but deliberately The sideways movement still exposed his embarrassment and anxiety after the affair.

Mo Yu didn't point it out when she saw it, and raised her eyebrows lightly, but her eyes naturally fell between Wamir's legs.

In fact, just now, he was stepped on, right?

I don't know if it's emotional cleanliness or something. Apart from Aurilla, Wamir has never found any other women, and Mo Yu has never divided the entanglement between himself and the protagonist into the ordinary sex/love field, but Xiao The situation of the vampire just now still made him suspicious.

From the point of view that sexual orientation can be fluid, over the past few hundred years, is Wamir now liking men?

Mo Yu's thoughtful and playful eyes were not deliberately hidden. Wamir Rumang felt these eyes clearly behind his back, and then he turned his head and explained with a tacit understanding, "It's only like this for you."

"Then do you like men?" Mo Yu asked.

Wamir didn't know how to answer, so he reluctantly responded, "It doesn't count."

"Then do you still like women?" Mo Yu didn't give up.

After hearing this, Wamir was stunned for a moment, and Fucai shook his head stiffly.

At this moment, Mo Yu didn't understand even more. He raised his eyes to see Wamir's relaxed state, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he blurted out,

"Do you like me?"

This question seemed to frighten Wamir, his lips moved, his mouth opened, but he didn't say a word.

The wind blew the window open, and the cold air drifted into the room accompanied by the swaying peach colors. In this air, Wamir bowed his head and stood lonely, letting the silence spread between the two of them.

Mo Yu waited for a long time, but did not answer, still did not answer.

But he didn't intend to force it, and slowly stood up from the chair. Just when he decided that Wamir was no longer ready to answer, he heard a cool, self-deprecating voice from the lips of the blond vampire. sigh out.

What he said was, "How dare I like you?"

***

Wamir has never dared to like it...

Ten years later, Mo Yu and Wamir moved together again with Aisha.

It is their habit to move every ten years without leaving any traces.

The long lifespan and ageless appearance are the biggest obstacles for them to hide their identities, so naturally they have to be careful.

In this way, they set a fire in the house where they had lived for ten years.

It was a night that had just entered winter, and the strong north wind reflected the flames into the sky. Standing in front of the burning building, they watched the thick smoke rising, as if they wanted to destroy all the past of the past ten years together. Gray in general.

The flames engulfed it, and even the peach tree that little Aisha loved burned until it was destroyed.

"Stealing." Little Aisha's face was reddened by the fire, and she murmured while curling up in Mo Yu's arms, "The Bible says that stealing is a sin."

She is accusing Mo Yu of his crimes in her own way.

Regarding this, Wamir frowned in dissatisfaction, while Mo Yu responded with a smile, and said softly, "Then don't forget it."

The eyes of the blond vampire who stood beside him moved slightly after hearing this. He knew in his heart that they were talking about the peach tree, but he always felt that there was something thinner and more fragile mixed into these words.

Will forget, Wamir silently lowered his eyes.

The world is the best at forgetting.

Compared with Wamir's unreasonable sorrow, little Aisha is much more optimistic about this kind of thing, because she has found a good way to fight against forgetting, that is, go back and look often.

The dilapidated buildings, the deserted streets, and the discussions in groups of three or four, the fire took everything away, as if there was nothing left except the talk.

The young little vampire stood in front of the tortured and scorched peach tree, crying without tears. She knew that there would be no more flowers.

Why can't you leave a little more?She stroked the rough and terrifying bark to ask questions, while the scorched black bark was also stroked by circles of yellow fixing strips. The surrounding environment was eerily quiet, and no one answered her.

"I will still come back to see you." She vowed to the burnt bark.

And two months later, she really fulfilled her promise. Of course, although sometimes, she would often think about whether the future would be better if she didn't fulfill her promise at the beginning.

***

She went back to visit her old friend in the evening. This time, she was disappointed to find that the tree had been dealt with by the work team, and the ground had been tidied up very level, and there was no trace of biological growth at all.

But she saw someone.

A tall and thin man.

The vampire's superior eyesight allowed her to easily see the man's face, which was very handsome and pale.

The man was standing on the edge of the abandoned high-rise building, with the corners of his lips curled up, short hair flying, and a smile in his black eyes, looking beyond her small figure into the distance.

A special kind of throbbing seized little Aisha's heart, like an old tree that grew wildly, and its roots surrounded her one after another, forcing her to stop.

She hid and watched the man in a small corner for a while, and then she saw a boy wearing earphones walking step by step to the flat open space.

The boy stood for a while at the place where the peach tree used to grow, and after a short speech, there was a rustling sound of unbuttoning his clothes...

In this way, everything went on in an orderly manner, until finally, after the boy left alone, the man with short black hair found her.

***

That night, little Aisha returned home in a state of despair as if her bones had been pulled out. With a pale face, she quickly ran to hide in her coffin, and only reluctantly waited until Mo Yu went to knock the coffin door. A small gap was drawn in the ground, and he asked in a muttering voice, "Who planted that peach tree?"

Mo Yu didn't expect her to ask this question, but he always likes to keep track of such things, so he opened his mouth and replied, "The Feng family planted it."

"Then, where did that person come from?"

This question was about the person she met this evening, but Mo Yu didn't know how to answer it when it fell into Mo Yu's ears.

"Who?" Mo Yu lowered her eyes and asked.

Little Aisha didn't know how to respond, she subconsciously covered her heart, opened her mouth again, but suddenly felt that it would be better not to communicate with Mo Yu anymore.

In this way, she concealed what happened to Mo Yu from Mo Yu. A few days later, full of doubts and unwillingness, she bravely visited the old place again. This was also the last time she went. This time, she both I didn't see a peach tree, and I didn't meet anyone.

But she clearly knew that one day, she would meet again, but the peach tree was another peach tree, but the person was still the same person.