fear game

When Qi Mo left that night, Lance stood on the balcony on the second floor, playing violin music to see him off.The moonlight silently fell on Lance's strings and Qi Mo's shoulders.In Lance's ears, the violin's low sobs echoed, it was Chopin's "Nocturne".Lance looked at Qi Mo's black back, walking slowly on the black night path.

A violin master once said that the sound of a well-drawn violin is like weeping with your heart on the strings—not your hands are drawing the bow, but your heart is pouring out, like weeping , Like poetry and songs.

Qi Mo took a few steps, then stood still suddenly, and turned to look back at Lance.Under the faint moonlight, the long-haired man with a face like white jade is like the muse in the myth—Qi Mo's muse.

There used to be such a legend that there was a famous poet Orpheus in ancient Greece, who was the son of Apollo, the god of music, and Muse, the goddess of literature and art.It is said that the sound of his zither can move the three worlds and make the dead rest in peace. Even the most ruthless messenger in hell will be moved by his zither sound.In order to save his dead wife, he entered the underworld alone, and asked the king of Hades to resurrect his wife.Pluto was moved by his piano sound, and he promised to let him take his wife out of Hades. The only requirement is that Orpheus must not look back at her before he walks out of the gate of hell.But the wife who was finally lost and recovered made Orpheus couldn't help but feel joy, and looked back greedily. With just this one glance, his wife's feet turned into stubborn stones, and they grew on the ground, and they never moved again. The footsteps of leaving without moving.From then on, Orpheus often accompanied his wife, often went to the dark underworld, and played the golden harp in his hand for his wife who turned into stone.Lance felt that if Qi Mo looking back at him at this moment was a stone statue, then he would also be willing to accompany this stone statue all the time, pulling the strings in his hand for him alone.

Qi Mo stood downstairs and watched for a long, long time.Finally, he stretched out two fingers together, and pressed them tightly to his cheek—that's where Lance left the mark.

"Really, that crazy man didn't know why he went crazy last night. Since he came back, he has been refusing to wash his face, and he has been talking to himself all night. I don't know why he was so excited."

When Lance went to work in the morning, he heard two nurses talking in the corridor.

"No way, why is he like this again? Before Dr. Lance came, he was so dirty that no one would let anyone touch him. But since Dr. Lance came, he has always been very clean, and he doesn't Like other patients, he needs us to help him wash up, and he feels very conscious every night."

"That's right, I don't know what the trouble is this time, not only refused to wash at night, but also refused to wash in the morning. Miss Selina saw that he finally squinted for a while in the morning, so she kindly took it secretly. He took out a towel and wanted to wipe his face, but who knew that mad dog suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth to bite Selina's finger!"

"Really! Is Selina okay? Was she bitten?"

"If it really bites, it's okay. The mad dog's bite was neither serious nor serious. It must go to the infirmary to bandage now. Fortunately, Selina reacted quickly and withdrew her hand in time. Sigh, it's too much to be assigned to serve that mad dog." Bad luck! Poor Selina. I hope God will bless you and don't draw us to 303 next time."

The nurses were pretending to cross themselves on their chests.

Lance listened to it funny, it seems that Qi Mo's face must be washed for him by himself.

"Xiao Hei?" Lance approached Qi Mo holding a warm towel.Unexpectedly, Qi Mo fell asleep on the recliner facing the balcony with his back turned to him.

I heard from the nurses that Qi Mo didn't sleep all night last night, maybe he was really tired.Of course Lance knew why he refused to wash his face—this fool, he must have received a kiss from himself and was so excited that he didn't even sleep.

Lance took a closer look, the sleeping Qi Mo was really pretty.There is no expression of madness or sadness, and what is hovering on his manly handsome face at this moment is only calmness without waves.

Is he dreaming?What will appear in his dream?Dreams about his past related to those dark secrets?I hope that kiss from Lance really has the effect of calming the nerves and helping him sleep, and can help him to dispel the haze in his heart for a short time, and occasionally have a sweet dream.

At this time, Lance noticed that Qi Mo was holding something in his hand—it was a doll, a doll hand-stitched with pieces of colorful rags and crappy needlework.That small oval face, the corners of the eyes are curved, and a pair of glasses made of waste steel wire are on the bridge of the nose, and there is actually a bulging mini dumpling sewn out of flannelette stuffed with cotton in his hand—isn’t that Who is Lance.But the fly in the ointment is that the messy grass on the doll's head seems to be a handful that Qi Mo randomly pulled out from the grass in the garden. Even if the withered yellow and rough weeds are tied into a bunch of ponytails, how can they be compared with the grass? Lance's black shiny hair is similar.

No wonder the nurses complained some time ago that the quilts that were placed in the garden to be exposed to the sun for disinfection were pranked by someone who cut out holes one by one, and the quilts that were cut were all different colors and styles.Lance looked at the doll and smiled involuntarily. Without hesitation, he used the nail clippers he carried with him to cut off a small tuft of his own hair, and stuffed it into Qi Mo's hands.

Qi Mo was awakened by the slight movement of his fingertips. He instinctively wanted to show his aggressiveness. When he saw Lance, he immediately put down his full armor and wagged his invisible tail like a puppy seeing its owner.

"Is this for me?" Lance looked at the doll in Qi Mo's hand.

Qi Mo was a little embarrassed: "It's too ugly, how could it catch the eyes of the master, I miss you just doing it for fun."

Think about it, it was not long after Qi Mo strangled him to dry the quilt. It seems that Qi Mo has secretly made this Lance doll for quite some time, even after Lance unceremoniously ordered him to evict him. During the time when he was alienated from him, Qi Mo's miss for Lance did not decrease a bit.

"I don't think it's ugly at all. Of course, we can make him look better." Lance raised his eyebrows and looked at the tuft of cut hair.Qi Mo understood, and quickly removed the weeds, and replaced Lance's hair.

"Master, do you think... this is okay?" Qi Mo held up the lovely Lance doll, which was really kawaii.

Lance hurriedly said, "I like it so much, can you give it to me?"

Qi Mo solemnly put the doll into Lance's hand: "As I said, if the master wants anything, just ask."

A hot towel was placed on Qi Mo's eyebrows, and Lance gently helped Qi Mo wipe his cheeks: "If I don't wipe it clean this time, I won't be able to find a place to put my mouth in the future."

The warmth in the room is reflected in the eyes that are maddened with jealousy at the door.