On the New Posture of Being Captive

The evening style in the late spring is extraordinarily gentle, and it is especially comfortable to blow on people's faces. The breeze lifts the sleeves of the clothes and flutters, and I don't know who's thinking.

"Wait a minute, open your eyes when I tell you to open them." Xu Xingxing said to Mo Ya.

Mo Ya nodded obediently.

Xu Xingxing looked at Mo Ya, who had closed his eyes, standing tall and slender, as if he was different from others. He always felt very stiff, like a poplar tree, despite the strong wind blowing but still Standing still, the original cold and deep eyes were closed, and the whole person lost the original stiff and cold aura, but made people feel very handsome, cool, and stylish.

Xu Xingxing looked at the lights on the bridge and said softly, "Open your eyes, Mo Ya."

The moment Mo Ya opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the corner of Xu Xingxing's raised mouth, and the smile that couldn't be concealed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

"It looks good." Xu Xingxing said with a smile.

The two stood on the brightly lit iron bridge. In the evening when the twilight was everywhere, the orange lights gave off a warm feeling. The river under the bridge flowed quietly, and the stars and stars were reflected on the river surface. A gust of wind passed by and swayed Brilliant, beautiful and stunning.

Mo Ya was stunned, and for the first time there were obvious mood swings on his paralyzed face.

The corner of Xu Xingxing's mouth curved upwards, "I knew you would like it."

"Yes, I like it," Mo Ya looked at Xu Xingxing, and said lightly, "It's very beautiful."

Seeing Mo Ya's expression, Xu Xingxing knew that he had come to the right place, so he and Mo Ya walked on this iron bridge several times, feeling very happy.

After walking several times, Xu Xingxing couldn't move anymore, so the two had to eat something casually and head back home. Since the tourist attraction is far from home, they took a taxi when they came. They wanted to take a taxi when they went back, but they had to wait. There was no car for a while, so I had to take the bus. When I got on the bus, I found that there were only a few people on the bus. Xu Xingxing felt that he was quite happy not to be crowded, so he and Mo Ya sat in the back seat.

Xu Xingxing chatted with Mo Ya at the beginning, saying how beautiful the scenery I saw today, what is worth going to next time, etc., but after a while, Xu Xingxing was very sleepy, walking so much today, Riding on the roller coaster again, the heart has endured the changes of tension and stimulation. Now sitting on the car and relaxing, the whole body will naturally feel tired.

"Mo Ya, I'm sleepy and sleep for a while, call me when I get to the station later." After Xu Xingxing finished speaking, he leaned his head on Mo Ya's shoulder and fell asleep.

"Well, okay, you sleep." Mo Ya straightened his shoulders and adjusted his posture to make Xu Xingxing more comfortable.

The neon lights on the street outside the window flickered past, and occasionally swept over Xu Xingxing's face, showing a burst of blurred light and shadow. Xu Xingxing slept peacefully, like a well-behaved child.

Mo Ya didn't move at all, his eyes, which were originally staring at the front for a while, finally fell on the face of the sleeping person next to him, watching quietly, his deep eyes seemed to be scrutinizing, as if he was probing the person in front of him. They are the same, but there is a tenderness that I don't know about in the invisible pupils.

Mo Ya thought of Xu Xingxing's crooked mouth, his small eyes and expressions that he couldn't read, the temperature of his fingertips poking the corner of his mouth, the way he was lying softly in his arms, He smiled brightly at himself on the iron bridge. This person was so agile that he couldn't figure it out. When he didn't pay attention, he suddenly found that he had already occupied a lot of his memories.

Mo Ya felt that he had a lot of things that he couldn't understand recently. Why did this person treat him like this, and why did this person make him have so many incredible changes.

Is this what you call a friend?

Mo Ya looked at it for a long time, but Xu Xingxing was fast asleep and didn't know anything.

Suddenly there was a sound of crackling raindrops knocking on the car window. Mo Ya saw that it was starting to rain outside, and the raindrops fell on the car window. It was so naughty. Mo Ya looked down at Xu Xingxing, afraid that the sound would be too loud He woke up, but Xu Xingxing fell asleep without knowing it, and was extremely sweet.

All the people in the official car had left, and it was quiet, with occasional announcements from the platform interspersed. There was a feeling that time was slowly advancing, and the figures of the two cuddling together were entwined lonely under the light.

Finally Mo Ya heard the familiar platform, but Xu Xingxing didn't show any signs of getting up, and fell unconscious. Mo Ya thought about it, and simply picked him up and got out of the car. The rain was a little bit lighter, and Mo Ya Bending over to protect the person in his arms, he quickly walked into the building.

When Xu Xingxing woke up, it was almost twelve o'clock. He opened his eyes in a daze and found that the surroundings were pitch black. He tried to open his eyes again to analyze for a few seconds, and finally realized that this was at Mo Ya's house. Sleeping on the sofa in the living room, he woke up as soon as he came out, his eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be asleep at all.

"Well, why didn't you call me?" Xu Xingxing was a little embarrassed, "You didn't sleep well."

Mo Ya didn't speak, his face was still paralyzed and expressionless.

"Are you hungry, or should I make something for us to eat together?" Xu Xingxing said.

"Well, okay, let's eat together." Mo Ya said.

Xu Xingxing went to the refrigerator and found the high-gluten noodles left over from last time, a few eggs, a few vegetables, and the only tomato. Xu Xingxing looked at this small tomato and cut it in half. .

"Mo Ya, come here." Xu Xingxing called out.

Mo Ya arrived at the kitchen in a blink of an eye, and Xu Xingxing handed him the remaining half of the tomato, "Here, there is only one tomato left, so we definitely can't cook, let's share it."

As a result, Moya didn't move the tomato for a long time, Xu Xingxing wondered, "Why don't you eat it? Don't you like it?"

Mo Ya shook his head, looked at the tomato that Xu Xingxing took a few bites of, and then took a bite of his own tomato.

Xu Xingxing: "..." Could it be that he has never eaten this product so he doesn't know how to eat it?

Xu Xingxing was overwhelmed by his thoughts, and asked instead: "Well, Mo Ya, have you ever eaten tomatoes before? That's it."

"Well, I did."

"Oh, then why...didn't you eat it just now."

"It's not cut into pieces, and there's no sugar." Mo Ya looked at Xu Xingxing and said honestly.

Xu Xingxing: "..." The co-author is because I usually eat too casually, isn't it?

By the time Xu Xingxing casually made a sausage noodle with green vegetables and pickles from the supermarket, it was already a little bit late.

After the meal, Mo Ya was naturally sent to wash the pots and dishes. With the experience from last time, Xu Xing Xing was very relieved of Mo Ya. Can you be worried? A genius with outstanding hands-on ability and IQ, this little thing Could it be him.

Do you think anyone can afford the title of Great Treasure?

After eating, Xu Xingxing realized that it was already raining outside. He opened the window, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making him shiver. The wind in the middle of the night was really cold, Xu Xingxing thought.

Rainy nights are more suitable for sleeping, and Xu Xingxing likes it very much.

After Mo Ya finished tidying up, Xu Xingxing said: "I don't think you should sleep on the sofa. If you are a big man, you can sleep on the same bed. Besides, the bed in your bedroom is so big, it is more than enough for two people."

So the two of them lay on the same bed, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, Xu Xingxing fell asleep peacefully.

The gurgling rain outside the window, mixed with the coldness of the late spring night, unexpectedly made people feel so peacefully asleep.

After a long time, Mo Ya suddenly opened his eyes, sat up quickly, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of the chaos and confusion of sleeping. When Mo Ya got up and left, he looked back at the person on the bed. Xu Xingxing was breathing steadily and sleeping. It was very sweet, Mo Ya turned and left.

The rain in late spring has a feeling of regret and nostalgia, lingering and continuous.

"Mo Ya, how are you lately?" A cold and soft woman's voice sounded, the person opposite looked at Mo Ya, holding a flower in his hand, charming and charming, the end of the person's eyes flew out with a trace of charm, "I am Miss you very much?"

Mo Ya was silent.

"You are always so silent, what should I do?" The woman's voice seemed to contain some coquettish complaints.

But Mo Ya was still indifferent, after a while Mo Ya said lightly: "What do you mean when you come here?"

"I just miss it." The woman picked her fingers, and the flowers danced flexibly on her fingertips.

Mo Ya was silent.

The two sat on a hundred-year-old tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. The upper branches and leaves covered the raindrops and prevented them from falling below.

After a long time, the woman spoke again, and said very seriously: "Mo Ya, you should think about it this time, it will be a relief for you and everyone, isn't it?"

Mo Ya didn't answer.

"If...if you really don't want to, then...then I will definitely accompany you." The woman breathed a sigh of relief after saying this, as if she had made a major decision.

On the other hand, Mo Ya's eyes, which had been floating somewhere, turned around because of the woman's words, and fell on the woman's face, as if he was exploring something.

The woman laughed silently, "Are you finally willing to take a look at me?" There was a casual teasing in her words.

It was only then that Mo Ya realized that the red flower print between the woman's eyebrows became more and more alluring in the dark night.

The woman also seemed to know that Mo Ya was looking at the flower mark between her eyebrows, so she teased and said, "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to me, then I want to..." The lingering and charming voice in the woman's voice is full of seductiveness, and there is a look in her eyes. Again and again.

"You... finally made it." Mo Ya said lightly.

The woman was dumb, and the expression on her face was stunned for a second, then she returned to normal, "In this position, everything is the number of days." There was a trace of depression between the eyebrows,

"Take care of yourself." The woman disappeared into the rainy night after saying the last sentence.

In the cold and silent night, the rain continued continuously. A black shadow sat on the branch and disappeared after a while.

The person on the bed was soundly asleep, and the person under the bed stood sideways.

Whose gaze entangles whose dream, whose smile draws whose mind.

Who knows how to explain such an intertwined fate, and how can the red line on the fingertips be explained clearly in a few sentences.

Who knows and whom to tell.