give me some blood

"I probably know why I fell in love with you before I lost my memory." Someone seemed to whisper in the wind.

Lan didn't miss the sentence.

"But I don't think I'm him." Shrugging, looking back.

"It's okay." Lan also stepped up the steps, standing beside Mo and said. "Let's go, there is a big ruin ahead, I have a gift for you."

In the remains of a thousand-year-old palace, the name on the stone rotted earlier than the corpse, but the stone remained.

"It used to be a palace of an ancient empire, and that era disappeared together with the palace." Lan explained.

"Ah, that's it." Looking at the desolate and absurd scenery, Mo replied.

Fragments of huge stone pillars and statues, like stumps, were scattered in the grass without flowers.

Sitting on the stone steps, the wind blows through everything, and the sun is setting in the west.

"Have I been here?" Mo asked.

"Yes, you like it here," Lan replied.

"Where's the gift?"

Lan stood up, took a step forward, and pulled out of the air a staff studded with red and sapphires at the tip.

The ancient language was sung like poetry from the mouths of the priesthood.

Mo suddenly felt that the air around him was a bit cold. It wasn't that he was cold, but he could clearly feel that the air around him had become cooler.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the birds were startled, warning them to return to their nests.

Don't look at Lan's face, Lan's eyes are slightly open looking at the sky.There is a vague fear in my heart.

Lan finally finished chanting the incantation, and there was a magic circle composed of extremely light golden reaction light, which flickered for a moment, and then scattered and fled around Lan as the center.

Lan went back to sit on the stone steps beside Mo.

At the same time as Lan's buttocks hit the ground, snow drifted down.

"Ah, it's snowing." Mo raised his head and looked at the sky, which was completely overcast.Snow the size of a goose feather fluttered down.

"It's a gift," Lan said.

"Ah, very beautiful, thank you." Mo laughed.

"Like it?"

"Ah."

"I owe you a snow," Lan said.

"Really?" Could it be that he was asking rhetorically, but just answering.

"Yes."

Then there was nothing to say.The snow was heavy, and soon the ruins were covered with a vast expanse of whiteness.

"Do you remember the snow? In the slums of Rawls-Roysburg, there is heavy snow every year. Your mother is often away, so you come to sleep with me." Lan said.

"I seem to remember a little bit." Mo frowned, as if trying to remember.

"Then I said I want to marry you, can you remember?" Lan continued to ask.

"Can't remember." Mo shook his head.

"I love you."

"I can't remember either." Mo looked at the pure white in front of him, and there was a little sadness in his voice.

Lan wants to tell Mo that the parting in the snow will never reappear, and he will never leave again, but Mo Lianlan has forgotten the departure.

That's right, there is no leaving in his memory, and there will be no more in his future memory.Lan secretly swears in his heart.It's just that, God, treat him well.

Silence again.

"I think I have something to do," Mo said, looking at the white snow that covered everything, "but you said no."

"Not really," Lan said.

"Yeah, you have enough strength to make a snowfall," Mo laughed, "the snow that covers everything. Someone told me that Snow knows he has a dirty heart, is that you?"

Lan briefly reflected on the meaning contained in the words, and then nodded slightly.

"If it snowed every day, I would probably believe that the world is white." Mo said to himself.

Lan felt that he understood what Mo was expressing.

"Is it cold?" Lan asked.

"Not cold, are you cold?" Mo asked back.

"Not cold," Lan replied, "but I'd be warmer if you could come closer." Laughing.

"Okay." Mo moved in Lan's direction.

Lan did not miss this opportunity and hugged Mo tightly.

There seemed to be a long silence until Lan broke the silence.

Lan turned to look at Mo who was watching the snow fall, Mo finally found out and turned to look at him too.

Lan smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo asked.

"I don't know." Lan replied.

"You must be stupid." Mo grinned.

"You're so stupid, let's go." Lan said.

"Where are you going?" Mo asked.

"Go home," Lan said.

If a lie is repeated a hundred times, it becomes true.

"Well, go home." Mo nodded and smiled.

He raised his chin, wanting to do something further, but suddenly there was the sound of a horse honking.

"Ah, there is someone," Mo said.

The carriage with the crest of the Lemièvre family has stopped on the road outside the ruins.

"How about horse broth tonight?" Lan smiled brightly.

"Is it delicious?" Mo asked.

"It's delicious." Lan nodded.

"My lord, it's snowing in Benedict." The slightly fat middle-aged man with brown curly hair stood in front of the carriage with a smile on his face.

"Yes, it's amazing." Lan nodded deeply.

"My lord bishop, as far as I know, there is only one person who can make snow fall in a city in such a hot weather."

"Really? Let's get in the carriage." Lan smiled.

The coachman helped Mo into the carriage.

"Lan," De Lan's expression became serious, "Have you calculated the panic you caused?"

"Only this time," Lan patted the shoulder of his secretary in charge, "I know the seriousness, don't worry, let's go."

That night.

Mo slept peacefully on the bed, and Lan woke up beside him.

There was nothing beside him, and Mo seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, Lan waved his fingers, and a pale golden light flashed past, and Mo immediately fell into a deep sleep.

"Where's the thing?" Lan opened the bedroom door.

Lan's steward carried a tray with a Persian silver jug ​​on it.

Lan took the silver pot with beautiful and complicated patterns, turned and went back to the bedroom.Outside the window, the blooming Benedict fell into a brief silence in the middle of the night.

Lan looked at Mo who was sleeping soundly, seemed a little distressed, then picked up the silver pot and sucked the liquid into his mouth.Strong fishy smell, not such a good smell, Lan frowned and thought.

Then she bent down, pinched Mo's mouth open, and poured the liquid from her mouth into his.

Mo, who was in a deep sleep, seemed to be awakened, and tried hard to suck the liquid in Lan's mouth. After all the liquid was swallowed into his throat, his dissatisfied tongue penetrated into Lan's mouth, licking, licking hard.

Lan didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, and hurriedly left Mo's lips to confirm whether Mo woke up.Mo just licked the corner of his mouth in his sleep.

Lan understood that it was just instinct.So, continue the blood feeding just now.

Lips and tongues intertwined, and finally separated.

A pot of blood, the night is still long, Lan thought, the days are still very long.

Lan has always felt that the essence of magic is that a lie repeated a hundred times becomes true.Those who believe cause miracles, and those who don't believe stick to the doomed track and wait for mediocre death.

A lie becomes true, who cares about the original lie?

Really, just hold this moment in your hand, this moment, this moment, this body, this emotion, and the reality of being together with this.Other than that, nothing is true.

The days passed like this, rather than saying that this period of life is ordinary, it is better to say that this period of life was made ordinary by Lan.

When Lan was handling official duties, she didn't ask Mo to intervene, but asked Mo to do some simple paperwork.Mo has no pursuits. He reads various books every day, helps Lan deal with simple documents, simple things, or occasionally pranks Lan’s housekeeper, Lan’s paperwork. Lan’s servants. Just smiled and asked if I wanted to process money.

During the day, it is normal life.

At night, Lan would give Mo what he needed, without anyone knowing.

Lan helped Mo recover his so-called memory, his so-called daily life.And Mo also felt that this is how he lived, and he wanted to live like this, and he wanted to live like this, originally.

But it seems that there is something that needs him to do, there is a very important thing that needs him to do, he has a vague anxiety in his heart, it seems that there is a villain, a villain with important information, who has been locked up by him, that villain Cried to come out and tell him everything, but he couldn't find the door.

Or rather, he didn't want to look for that door at all.

It is impossible to know that Lan's entire library, Benedict's library chapel, everything has been screened.

On Lan's map, the name Alhambra Fort does not exist, and an insignificant name replaces it, and this is the case throughout the map of the Papal State.

Mo walked out of the fourth-floor palazzo where they lived, without anyone accompanying him, but no matter how far he walked in any direction, no one would mention the blood race, no one would mention the Alhambra fort, no one would even mention the road Kings House.They would talk to Mo about novel things, overseas situations, the far eastern countries and the gold everywhere there.

Mo Xin met a few new friends, met by chance, in taverns, in bookstores, or on the street.There are poets, peddlers, and merchants, but everything is under Lan's control.

Later, Mo Shizhen felt bored and opened a shop.

Make all kinds of keys and locks.

Since the last incident, the blood clan's army seems to have counterattacked once, but then it failed, and the losses became heavier and heavier.

The days passed like this, and Lan felt that the day when he could completely wipe out all the blood races was not far away, as long as the rights were still in his hands.

Until Christmas Eve, it suddenly snowed heavily in Benedict.

Mo came home by an untraveled road, which he had grown used to walking instead of the carriage, humming a Merry Christmas carol.He is in a good mood, because today he made a new lock with the craftsman, and the key can only open it once. After opening the only time, the lock broke and the key also broke.

Mo was going to give this to Lan as a Christmas present.

Suddenly, Mo heard a burst of familiar music.

He felt that he had heard it somewhere before, and the sound was too familiar, but he couldn't recall the scene where he could hear the music at all, not in his false memory, nor in the sporadic memory he could barely recall, not at all .

Mo started to run wildly, the sound of music can travel far.One street, two streets, don't rush towards the direction of the music until it stops abruptly.

The familiar music stopped abruptly, but he remembered it.

It seems that many years ago, it seems that there was such a conversation just a moment ago.

A blind artist is playing a sad tune on a lute.

"What's the name of this song?"

"It's called Memories of the Alhambra, my noble sir."

"Why do you say that I am a noble gentleman, I am a little beggar."

"Sir, don't make fun of me. I'm blind, so I can't be fooled by my eyes." He smiled slightly.

"I like this song, can you give me a copy of the score?" This music seems to add a sense of quietness to the quiet, and the tears and laughter in the memory are covered with a layer of yellow in the dusk. In the music of Teqin.

"I'm sorry, my noble sir, the score of this piece is memory. My memory cannot be written down for you." The musician, whose eyes are blind and white, looks at everything in the world gently with eyes that have no focus, " But thank you so much for liking my memories."

Mo squatted quietly, in the goose-feather snow, bearing the unbearable weight of memory.

Then he took a deep breath, stood up, continued humming the tune of Merry Christmas, and walked home.

Lan and Mo spent that day together in the garden.The voices of various hymns sounded in the church, praising God and begging for heaven.

First Mo grabbed a snowball and slid it up Lan's neck. Lan fought back, and then the two started a snowball fight in the garden.

Finally, Mo was overwhelmed by Lan in the snow.

"Actually, that's not bad," Mo said.

"What?" Shocked by the emotion in Mo's tone, Lan threw the snowball that was supposed to be stuffed into Mo's neck.

"Actually, it's good to be with you." Mo said again, turning his face away.

Sure enough, the wait came.Lan, who was in ecstasy, didn't have the slightest doubt, and didn't even feel the changes that Mo Yu couldn't hide in the past.

"I lied to you." Mo jumped up and ran wildly.

If you let me run away at this time, would you still be a man?Lan raised the corner of her mouth and chased after her.

The author has something to say: Although the next chapter is shown here as white, there is the next chapter, which can be entered from the table of contents