On the New Posture of Being Captive

It was raining heavily, but a young man knelt in the yard, allowing the heavy rain to drench his whole body. He was dressed in black and hid in the dark night, but his eyes were indifferent without any trace of resentment or anger.

The whip fell fiercely on the young man's white and thin body. There were red marks, mottled and messy. The young man's limbs were hanging in the air, and his whole body was hanging weakly, dying.

Mo Ya saw his past self, and there was no trace of emotion in his deep eyes.

The scarred young man was sent to a dark place again. Every day he had no choice but to beat someone or be beaten. Maybe this was a choice in itself. vitality.

The young man was sent to a prince's mansion again. He was still dressed in black, with a cold expression and slightly drooping head. It was easy to be obliterated and ignored in the crowd, but as long as one looked carefully, one would find that even Even the bleakest black could not conceal the splendid features.

The young man is responsible for guarding the little prince in the dark. The young prince is a well-educated gentleman who reads books, recites poems, appreciates flowers and paints. After a long time with the young prince, the young man gradually memorizes poems and songs, and remembers the brushwork and temperament of painting. He also became more peaceful. He knew a lot of things, and he realized that people can actually have a lot of things to do.

Life should be so stable, but the world is so precarious and the courts are so complicated.

Overnight, the world was turned upside down, the prince's mansion was raided, the young man was loyal to his duty, rescued the frightened little prince, and began a journey of escape.

The little prince never knew that there was such a person with such powerful martial arts by his side. Seeing Mo Ya's calm appearance made him feel relieved. The two of them spent the most difficult days for the little prince together, but the little prince With a firm heart, he knew that he was lucky to be able to escape, but he was quite grateful to the boy in black beside him.

"What's your name?"

The black-clothed boy continued to light a fire and barbecue, and looked up at his surroundings. The night was as quiet as ink, and there was a cliff not far away, so he said lightly, "Moya."

The little prince was very surprised, and said pleasantly: "Mo Zhe, Jingye, Cliff, Fearless." The little prince said with a smile, "This name suits you very well, a good name."

"How long have you been with me?" the little prince asked.

"Two years and seven months."

"Ah, it's been so long," the little prince was full of emotion, "It seems that God treats me well, there are people as loyal as you in the palace."

For a long time after that, Mo Ya spent time with the young prince, and the young prince was very happy with Mo Ya's attitude of not flattering but not abandoning him. He suggested that he could teach Mo Ya to read, write and paint, but Mo Ya agreed after hesitating for a while.

The little prince did not expect that Mo Ya would be such a smart person. As long as he taught Mo Ya once, he would remember [-]% to [-]% of it, and he could understand all kinds of meanings after explaining it. Indifferently, as if there was nothing special about it, he was still doing trivial things in life and taking care of everything about the little prince.

During the two of them getting along, the little prince gradually had other thoughts, especially after seeing Mo Ya taking a bath by accident, such emotions became more intense. Usually, Mo Ya always avoids him deliberately, or is low-key. Hanging his head or hiding in an unknown place and guarding secretly, the little prince has never discovered that Mo Ya has such an amazing appearance, and he lost his mind for a while.

Mo Ya could feel that the little prince was always looking at him, and his indifferent temperament gave him the instinct to avoid unstable factors, so Mo Ya almost had more time to always hide in the dark and continue to be his hidden guard.

But the little prince is not willing to give up, the little prince lengthens the teaching time, and constantly increases the time the two spend together. The little prince is a gentle scholar, so of course he will not use force to force him. He wants Mo Ya to feel his heart, and is in a relatively mild manner.

"The reeds are green, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren are on the side of the water..." The little prince looked at Mo Ya, "Mo Ya, what do you mean by that?"

Mo Ya looked at the young prince. In fact, he had listened to the young prince recite the Book of Songs before. He didn't understand it at the time, but now he does. Mo Ya nodded lightly. The young prince was very surprised and surprised. He looked at Mo Ya expectantly and said : "Now that you know it, let's talk about it."

Mo Ya explained it again, the little prince looked at Mo Ya with burning eyes, Mo Ya was a little confused, not knowing what the little prince meant, the little prince took a pen and wrote a poem on the rice paper, and then said to Mo Ya: "Mo Ya, this, is For you."

Mo Ya was puzzled, but he didn't ask, and accepted it calmly. The little prince looked at Mo Ya again, only to find that Mo Ya's expression was as calm as water, without any change, and the little prince was very depressed.

Then one day, the little prince was painting and asked Mo Ya to sit beside him. Mo Ya could only sit there motionless, with calm and deep eyes. Xiao Wangya took this opportunity to look at Mo Ya carefully. Sitting there quietly is like a pure and white lotus flower, elegant, indifferent and beautiful, exuding a faint and alluring fragrance.

When the little prince finished the painting, he asked Mo Ya to come over with a mysterious face. When Mo Ya saw the characters in the painting, his face was still flat, without any other emotions, as if the images in the painting were not at all related to him. As if he had nothing to do with it, he glanced at it lightly, then turned his face away.

The little prince didn't expect that Mo Ya would feel nothing, he didn't care about anything, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness in an instant. Could it be that this guy doesn't know what it means, but it's so obvious, little prince He was very distressed, he really wanted to know what was going on in Mo Ya's mind all day long, how could he not even detect this point with his obviously bright mind.

The little prince was distressed for several days, lost his temper and deliberately ignored Mo Ya, and had a one-sided cold war, but Mo Ya didn't feel it at all, and it was still the same every day, but because the little prince stopped teaching, Mo Ya had less time to come out Yes, almost most of the time in the invisible darkness.

The little prince was very depressed, seeing Mo Ya's calm face, he didn't feel very depressed, but he was even more distressed when he couldn't see Mo Ya, so he unilaterally ended the cold war, although in Mo Ya's view, nothing changed.

In the end, the little prince thought that someone with Mo Ya's character should tell him directly, so one day, after watching Mo Ya finish a beautiful ink painting, the little prince felt that the time had come.

"Mo Ya, I like you." The little prince said seriously.

Mo Ya's face was expressionless, he glanced at the little prince, and remained silent without saying anything.

"You, what about you?"

Mo Ya's eyes were puzzled, and the little prince looked at Mo Ya nervously, as if waiting for a trial, but Mo Ya remained silent, only frowning slightly.

"I really like you and everything about you. Although you have always been cold, you have been very kind to me. If it weren't for you, I might have died a long time ago. You took my life back. I... ..." The little prince rambled on a lot.

Mo Ya was still expressionless, as if what the person in front of him said had nothing to do with him, as if it had nothing to do with him, his expression was indifferent, without showing any emotion.

The little prince confessed passionately, and wanted to hug Mo Ya when his affection was so strong, but Mo Ya instinctively took a step back the moment he stretched out his hand, and immediately opened the distance between the two of them. The little prince was very embarrassed, he didn't expect to face such a predicament, he originally thought that Mo Ya's feelings were weak, but he didn't expect him to be so weak.

"Mo Ya, you..." The little prince felt bitter in his heart.

Mo Ya still looked indifferent, as if he had never really understood what the little prince said.

"Mo Ya, why did you save me instead of running away, and why did you treat me so well afterwards? I never saw you when I was enjoying the glory and wealth, but you stayed with me when I was at my worst. I like it. I fell in love with you, but you don't want me, why..." The little prince just felt bitter.

"That's my mission." Mo Ya only said lightly.

The court is in turmoil, the bloody storm, people say, the world is in trouble.

However, in this troubled world, the murder case of the old prince was overturned, and the case was brought to court again.

The little prince has become a prince and has a luxurious mansion, showing his noble status. There are too many servants and guards. Mo Ya retreats to protect the prince in secret. Everything about the prosperity of the palace makes the prince happy, but it also makes him happy. The prince was secretly sad.

Because Mo Ya would never come out again, but the prince knew that Mo Ya must be watching him from the corner and guarding him. Mo Ya had said that protecting him was his task, and the prince had no doubts about Mo Ya's words.

But now everything in the palace is safe, the prince has no worries about his life, so there is no need for Mo Ya to show his face, but in the dead of night, the prince misses the time they spent together. Concerned about the chaotic power struggle in the court.

At the beginning of the troubled times, the young little emperor only cared about playing, the court was wild, and there were many party feathers. Like a puppet, the little emperor only knew about wine pools and meat forests, and didn't care about the country and the country at all. He was fined to kneel down, and eventually died because he couldn't support himself.

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the ministers cared about thousands of people, but they had no choice but to shake their heads, absurd, absurd.

The prince has the country and the country in his heart, but his advice is distorted by the treacherous villain. A party member with power in the government and the public seduces the little emperor's heart, prevents him from growing up, prevents him from getting involved in the government, and only thinks about Yihongyuan.

The prince hates his own powerlessness, but hates the chaotic world even more. He can't relieve the depression in his heart, but he is dragged to the brothel by others. Drunken from himself, he murmured in his mouth when he was drunk and lost, "Mo Ya, Mo Ya..."

Mo Ya watched all this in the dark, expressionless, as indifferent as a cold stone, as long as the prince is not in danger of life, he will not go out without authorization.

The prince was stripped of his clothes by Hua Niang, but he just murmured: "Mo Ya, Mo Ya..." His blurred eyes saw the person in front of him in a moment of clarity, and he waved away vigorously, "Go away! "

"My lord, slave family..."

"Go away!" The prince shouted violently, "I don't want you, I want Mo Ya, Mo Ya, Mo Ya..."

"My lord can also treat my slave's house as Moya..."

"Go away!" The prince said drunkenly, "I want to leave, Mo Ya, take me away, I want to go back!"

Mo Ya was indifferent, the prince smashed the teacup on the table, took the fragment and slashed fiercely, blood oozed out, Hua Niang was terrified, a black shadow quickly swept away the prince, Hua Niang watched The blood-stained fragments screamed.

The prince smiled after seeing Mo Ya's face, "Mo Ya, you are still here."

Mo Ya was expressionless.