Yu Wu

Gu Mang was somewhat frightened by the sudden change in his face, he hesitated for a while before saying, "Princess..."

It was as if the blood all over his body was pouring into his head, just two words fell into the sea like a huge stone, and Mo Xi's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a while, "You, how are you...how are you..."

"Why what?"

Mo Xi's fingertips felt cold, and he had to raise his hand to grab the teacup on the table, barely hiding his trembling, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why do you call me that?"

"Oh, it was taught by Li Wei. He said that a princess is a very noble person who needs to be taken care of." Gu Mang smiled, "I think you are quite similar."

"…………"

"what happened to you?"

Like falling from a cliff to the bottom of a valley, the trembling is still there, but the excitement is completely cold.

Mo Xi gritted his teeth, turned his face away, and said, "...it's nothing."

After a while, seeing Gu Mang's dazed expression, Mo Xi closed his eyes, endured the pain in his heart, and changed the topic hoarsely, "Drink your cabbage soup. Leave me alone."

Gu Mang looked down at the boiled cabbage in the bowl: "But the soup is gone."

"..."

His eyes wandered around the table, and then stared at the bowl of spicy meatball soup in front of Mo Xi.

"You want to try this from me?"

Gu Mang nodded.

Mo Xi was feeling depressed, but he had complicated emotions and didn't want to lose his temper. He just pushed the soup bowl to Gu Mang: "There are whole peppercorns in here, the smell is very strong, please be careful."

After taking the bowl, Gu Mang broke up the last piece of pot helmet left in his hand, and ate it with spicy Hu soup.He blew air into the bowl, skimmed it with a spoon, and carefully avoided the curled peppercorns.But it was hard to guard against, and a fish that slipped through the net broke into between his lips and teeth.

He didn't respond at first, and even bit the hard shell of the peppercorns.

The result can be imagined, after a while, Gu Mang began to spit out the pepper shells, his eyes were wet, and the tip of his tongue was numb and red and uncomfortable.He pushed the soup bowl away at once.

"poisonous."

Mo Xi was taken aback for a moment, couldn't Gu Mang eat spicy food?

But then he thought that Gu Mang's eating spicy food was practiced later, and he didn't want to be popular at first.When Liao Guo destroyed his consciousness, he probably destroyed Gu Mang's acquired tolerance.

This cognition made him more and more anxious, until now he still has a glimmer of hope, hoping that Gu Mang's confusion is all fake, but during these days together, Gu Mang's every move tells him that it is not.

The former altar beast is really dead.

All Mo Xi can possess, hate, and take revenge on is this embers in front of him.

Mo Xi looked at him speechlessly: "It's not poisonous."

Gu Mang opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, his face full of grievances: "I'm poisoned."

"..."

There was no point in explaining to him, so Mo Xi poured a cup of jasmine herbal tea and handed it to him: "Drink it slowly, and the poison will be cured."

Gu Mang took the cup of tea suspiciously, and drank bit by bit with a frown.

"feelling better?"

"Yeah." Gu Mang nodded, but hesitantly looked at the whole table of dishes, "I won't eat."

Mo Xi said: "It's fine if you don't eat 'poisonous' ones."

Gu Mang suddenly pursed his lips, a little unhappy: "This place is not good, I won't come next time."

Mo Xi looked at his numbed red lips, and felt an inexplicable impulse in his heart. He suddenly said, "...Gu Mang."

"Ok?"

"The first time I invited someone to dinner, this is where I came. Do you know who that person is?"

Gu Mang thought for a while: "It's me?"

Mo Xi's eyes brightened for an instant, but he soon saw the confusion in Gu Mang's eyes again, and heard the questioning rise at the end of Gu Mang's voice.

Gu Mang said, "Did you guess right?"

Mo Xi didn't speak anymore, closed his eyes in silence, sighed, and didn't reply.

After dinner, two former friends and current enemies strolled along the Yanzhi Lake at night, red cloth lanterns hung on the covered bridges, casting a dreamlike gentle glow on the river.

The boats moored at night pass by, and as soon as the wooden pulp is beaten, the dream is shattered into floating light.

Gu Mang walked beside Mo Xi, biting the three-pack that Mo Xi had bought for him on the side of the road with an impatient face, his cheeks bulging.

Mo Xi stopped and looked at the river. After a long while, he suddenly seemed to be holding on to the last ray of hope, and at the same time seemed to be just muttering meaninglessly: "...If Lu Zhanxing hadn't died back then, wouldn't you have come to that step... "

"Which step?"

"..." Mo Xi looked at the waves and said, "It's nothing. It doesn't matter if you don't even remember, anyway, if you are still alive, there will always be a turning point."

"Ah."

"What are you?"

"The mother-in-law of Luomei Bieyuan said that when I say 'um', I agree with others. If I agree with others, others will be happy."

"..." Mo Xi said, "Why are you pleasing me?"

Gu Mang took another bite of the bun and said, "Because you are a good person."

Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, and then said indifferently: "You really don't know how to look at winks, and you don't know how to look at people."

Gu Mang swallowed the steamed stuffed bun, looking at Mo Xi in the shadow of the oars and lights with a pair of pure and innocent eyes: "Yeah."

"...Can you not even agree to this?"

"Ah."

"……never mind."

After a while, he looked back unwillingly: "What's wrong with me?"

"wait."

As Gu Mang said, he put his nose closer, and sniffed at Mo Xi's face, neck, and ears like a puppy.If this scene was seen by those women who love Mo Xi, they would be stunned. It is unreasonable that Xihe Jun would let others get so close, and make such a strange and intimate behavior.

Doesn't he usually throw someone's back and break their ribs?

But they only know one thing and don't know the other. Mo Xi really doesn't like to be touched by strangers, but Gu Mang must be an exception.It's not just because Gu Mang is too simple now, he does everything without purpose, he only follows his childlike nature - if he is curious about something, he will put it in his mouth to taste, if he wants to understand something, he will Lean over and smell it.

It's because Mo Xi and Gu Mang have been the closest people since a long time ago, and he has long been used to him.

"You have a certain smell." Finally Gu Mang said, "It's different from others."

Mo Xi glanced at him: "What's the smell?"

Gu Mang shook his head: "I don't know. But..." He paused, as if he wanted to find some decent words to describe it in his pitiful head.Obviously, he failed in the end.

"It's sweet, you smell like a spoonful of honey," he said.

"..."

Mo Xi obviously didn't want to continue this weird conversation with him, so he asked, "What else?"

Gu Mang held the half-gnawed bun in both hands: "Only you will buy this for me."

He said, and looked at Mo Xi with some confusion: "Why do you care so much?"

Mo Xi was slightly taken aback.

It turns out that the concern on his face is so clear?

In the shadow of the lamp and the water, Gu Mang's big eyes with long tails looked at him, so quiet and peaceful.

Mo Xi shook his head, did not answer, but said: "You are the second person in the world who says good things about me."

"Who was the first person?"

Mo Xi looked at him silently for a while, and said, "It's you too."

Gu Mang was a little surprised: "There are two of me?"

"...I didn't mean that. Forget it, it's useless to tell you."

Gu Mang was completely surprised, and said again: "Then you should ask more people, there will be many people saying hello."

There is no one else.From a long time ago, he would not open his mouth like this to the second person, and no one could talk to him like this again.

His indifference and icy coldness have already pushed one after another of those who tried to get close to him to the cliff.

Mo Xi thought of himself when he was a teenager, Gu Mang who was washing dishes in a small restaurant, his predecessor, and Mengze.In the end, thinking of the year when Dongting Lake was full of war, he knelt like a beggar in the smoke and begged Gu Mang to turn around.He thought that the old scars on his chest began to ache. Those who betrayed him, or what he betrayed, were all washed away in the autumn water of Rouge Lake.

He closed his eyes, feeling the pain in his heart.The hoarseness of his voice startled him even when he spoke.

"Gu Mang, do you know. In fact, there are many secrets between us, and we have never told anyone. I..."

He suddenly stopped speaking.

He hadn't done this for almost ten years, so that the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't even spit them out.Slowly, his urge disappeared.

He is like a ghost whose tongue has been pulled out because he has done a lot of evil. All the bitterness can only be swallowed in his stomach, and he is also used to swallowing it in his stomach.

At this moment, Gu Mang suddenly heard a sentence:

"Don't tell me, I won't listen."

Mo Xi looked up: "Why?"

In the evening wind, Gu Mang brushed away the broken hair in front of his eyes. He leaned on the wooden pillar of the covered bridge and looked sideways at Mo Xi: "Because you didn't want to tell me."

"..."

"And if I really know you, then maybe I'll remember it myself in the future. So, there's no need."

He covered his ears: "I don't listen."

"..." Mo Xi watched him fold his ears, was silent for a while, and then suddenly smiled.It was the first time in a long time that he was actually laughing, not "sneering," "sarcasm," "perfunctory laughing," or "smiling under the skin."

Mo Xi leaned against the wooden pillar and laughed for a long time.Gu Mang looked at him, and slowly and hesitantly put down the hand covering his ears, but then raised it again.Only this time, he raised his hand to touch Mo Xi's face.

The tentacles are slightly cool.

Logically speaking, Mo Xi should angrily reprimand and dodge.

But in the shadow of the sound of oars and lights, in the pain that has tortured him for a whole day, maybe more than a whole day, since Gu Mang's rebellion, he only trembled his eyelashes, but he couldn't say anything harsh. .

He even felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

"Princess." In the end, Gu Mang said in a low voice, suddenly without thinking, "Can I have your name on the back of the sign?"

"Because I seem like a nice guy?"

Unexpectedly, Gu Mang shook his head this time: "No." He said, "Because I seem to...really know you."

Mo Xi only felt that his whole heart was being grabbed by a sharp claw, and even breathing was difficult.

Gu Mang said: "I don't know what a master is. But...it sounds good, I want you to be my master."

Mo Xi looked at him for a long while, but he couldn't tell what it was like for him. His heart was thousands of times more complicated than a five-flavored bottle being overturned. In the end, he probably used tens of millions of times more restraint to get it. He said in a low voice: "You are far from qualified."

"What is qualified?"

Mo Xi simply put it another way: "I mean, you can't."

Gu Mang thought for a while: "Then how can I be qualified?"

Mo Xi couldn't answer, so he stared at him for a while, and only asked, "Can't you see that I hate you?"

Gu Mang said in a daze, "What is hate?"

"Look into my eyes, I wish I could eat your blood, sleep on your skin, torture you to death with my own hands, and make you feel so much pain." Mo Xi stared at him with lingering eyes, saying every word, "This is hate. .”

Gu Mang really looked into his eyes, very close, eye to eye, breath lingering.

Mo Xi vaguely felt that something was inappropriate, and just about to push him away, he heard Gu Mang say, "But...you look uncomfortable...it hurts."

"Would it hurt you to hate me?"