Mr. Mo smells so good

Mo Yuhui suddenly remembered something, supported the bedside table on one side, stood up, walked to a standing cabinet next to the wardrobe, took a box out

"You take this cup with you. It can boil water and keep it warm. I don't know how your accommodation conditions are going to be this time. If you don't have the conditions to drink boiled water, use this to boil it. After boiling, it will keep the temperature at about 50 degrees."

After speaking, he unpacked the outer packaging and put the cup on the side of the box.

"I brought you new toiletries. They are all in this small toilet bag and put on the side."

Mo Yuhui sat back on the bed and sorted out the things in the box, thinking about what else he should bring.

Chu Qing looked at him with a sore nose, suddenly pressed his hand, and said half-jokingly

"If you are so virtuous again, I will be reluctant to leave."

It's just that the voice was a bit muffled, but Mo Yuhui could still hear it. He looked at the young man in front of him who was leaving tomorrow with a smile and sighed.

"If you don't want to leave, come back early."

The man's voice was gentle and peaceful, full of concern and longing. He never dared to ask him to come back before. This month's time seemed to be stolen. He was not sure whether the young man would come back after everything was over, or whether he would come back. It is inappropriate to say that the word 'return' is used here. Did he regard this as a place to 'return'?

But this time, looking at the young man's lowered head, he said it in a sullen tone unconsciously.

I saw the big head bowed in front of me nodded, and there was an 'um' in his throat, and the smile on the man's face melted in an instant, making people feel warm when they saw it.

I couldn't help but want to touch his head, but in the end my hand still fell on his shoulder, and the emotions of the two were silently transmitted.

In fact, Chu Qing was used to running around and didn't put anything in a box. If he met a village that was too poor before, he would give them some of his belongings, so he never put them in such a serious way every time he went. Daily necessities are all brought together.

Mo Yuhui helped him think of everything he couldn't think of, and finally thought that it might be inconvenient for him to carry it, so he didn't pack another box for him.

In fact, Mo Yuhui wanted to bring him too many things. No matter how the young man lived outside, but this is the first time he wants to walk under his nose like this, and he can't help but want him to go out In the end, there was nothing missing, and I sighed silently when I sat by the bed after packing the things, I was afraid that I had really become an old woman.

"Okay, these should be almost done. If you need anything over there, call me, and I will find someone to deliver it to you."

In the end, he was still worried about telling him.

This is almost the first time that Chu Qing has someone so preciously worried about this and that before leaving, and he also smiled.

"Got it, got it, I've never brought such a complete set before going out, don't worry, nothing will be missing."

Mo Yuhui nodded

"Okay, let's go to bed early today, tomorrow I will take a whole day's car."

Chu Qing responded and took a change of clothes to take a shower. When they came back, they were still lying on the same bed, but they didn't say anything, but I'm afraid neither of them fell asleep at the moment.

It has long been commonplace for Chu Qing to be temporarily transferred away like this. He used to stay in this town during the day and go to another village at night. Almost every time he received a notice, he picked up his bag and left. Nor did I lie in bed without sleepiness the day before my departure like today.

And Mo Yuhui is not so much unable to sleep as he does not want to sleep, because he knows that the young man he cares about will leave after waking up after sleeping, and the day will pass later if he does not sleep, but he is not in good health. , Poor energy, I was tired all day today, and fell asleep drowsily after not staying for too long.

Chu Qing kept his eyes open, listening to the sound of breathing in his ears becoming more and more stable, and then gently lifted the quilt, fearing that there would be a disturbance, and even went out of the room lightly without even wearing slippers.

The man behind him also opened his eyes in the darkness, and his hands under the blanket clenched tightly into fists.

Chu Qing found a pair of slippers and put them on when he went all the way downstairs barefooted. He went to Mo Yuhui's study room, turned on the wind and sat on the chair that Mo Yuhui sat every time, found the rice paper, and found He bought the ink ingot that Mo Yuhui used Mo Mo before.

Dizzy a little, gently slide the ink ingot evenly in the inkstone, the warm light reflected the young man's face was very clean, soon the inkstone was stained with ink.

Chu Qing habitually picked up the writing brush he used last time, evened the ink in the inkstone, his face was a little more serene than usual, he actually had a lot of things he wanted to tell that person, but the words came to his lips But some don't know how to speak, so let's do it in this way.

"Wormwood, safflower, poria cocos, angelica, ginger..."

In the silent night, there is only the slight sound of pen and ink scratching the rice paper, and the refined script of lower script falls line by line on the paper. This is the traditional Chinese medicine in the medicine bag that he uses on weekdays, and the dosage is written in detail behind each medicine. and matching.

Put aside the written paper and continue to write. This one is about the matters that he needs to pay attention to in daily life, the frequency and time of medicinal baths. He wrote a few pages in a long way, and he wrote these aside. .

He took out another piece of paper and wrote the names of the medicines that may be useful in this virus, and the quality and average price of the medicines from the origins of some raw materials he found during the day were marked on the back.

Just like this, a young man with a handsome face buried his head in the study room late at night and wrote one by one on the table. The elegant lower script almost covered the entire table. Maybe he didn't even notice it. When I write these, the face has never been gentle.

I don't know how much time passed, the young man finally put down his pen, and there were only five words left on the piece of paper in front of him, 'Take care of yourself'.

He gently stretched out his hand to sort out the papers he had written before, arranged them in order and put them away one by one, then raised his head and looked at the study room that he always came to hang out with before, but suddenly found that the figure disappeared without that person The tranquil and peaceful feeling that had given him in the past left nothing but emptiness and loneliness.

After a long silence, he picked up the pen again, and two lines of words fell on the paper.

"It is said that the setting sun is the end of the world, but you can't see home when you look to the end of the world."

It is no longer the lower case script that he wrote before, but the running script that the man used to write, smooth and flowing, very free and easy. This place he wanted to escape from before has finally become the only home where he can feel he belongs.

The author says:

Young Master Chu, who left letters to Mr. Mo in the middle of the night, finally wrote out his care for Mr. Mo with a different kind of tenderness

Did you see it?Mr. Mo was actually awake when he went downstairs.

Think about Mr. Mo seeing these eloquent letters

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