Mo Yi was taken aback.
This proposal made him feel a little overwhelmed for a while.
——In many cultures, names are the link and key that are endowed with special meanings. Especially in occultism, real names have power and magic power, and exposing the real name is equivalent to exposing the weakness.
And naming something... is like binding the two with an invisible bond and responsibility.
Mo Yi raised his eyes, and looked carefully at the mist with a pair of dark eyes, as if he wanted to see all the subtle expressions on his face.
Misty looked back at him calmly, a pair of light-colored gray eyes gleamed with a metallic texture in the sun, and the expression on his face was open and not fake, as if what he just said was just an ordinary "Where are we going to eat tonight?" Same.
Mo Yi frowned, slightly tightened the corners of his lips, and felt a faint sense of absurdity in his heart.
Could it be... is he thinking too much
Mo Yi took a deep look at the mist, considered it for a few seconds, and then asked hesitantly:
"Are you sure... you want me to name you for you?"
Misty nodded, staring intently at Mo Yi with a pair of light-colored eyes: "Why not?"
Before Mo Yi could say anything, the mist did not stop, and continued:
"It's just a title after all, isn't it?"
makes sense.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, cleared all the lingering thoughts in his mind, then nodded helplessly, and said:
"Okay then, but don't think it's ugly."
Wu Qi took a step closer, stood at the door of the room and looked at Mo Yi, he smiled: "No."
Mo Yi frowned slightly, his gaze stayed for a moment on the morning light that entered the room behind the mist, thought for a while, raised his head and said:
"Single character Chen, can you?"
The sound is the same as the morning, and the original meaning is Polaris.
"Good to hear."
Misty's eyes narrowed slightly, and the contours of his sharp and distinct profile were softened by the light golden morning light. He continued to ask:
"What's your last name?"
Mo Yi is a little bit in trouble, after all, the surname is a meaningful cultural symbol in China, it seems a bit inappropriate to choose it randomly...
He looked up at the mist, considered it for a while, and then asked:
"What do you want your last name to be?"
Misty replied without hesitation: "It doesn't matter."
— which is to be expected.
But before Mo Yi gave a wry smile and continued to think hard, Wu Qi continued to say:
"Is there any word that impresses you deeply?"
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyebrows and looked at the mist, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What?"
Wuqi patiently explained: "If you really can't decide, you can use a character that you have a deep impression on as your surname."
Mo Yi pursed his lips, a trace of gloom flashed across his pale face, he blinked, and hid his emotions well, his face returned to peace and tranquility:
"… smell."
Fog took a step forward, a smile appeared on the aggressively handsome face, and the eyelashes were coated with a layer of gold powder by the morning light, covering up the cold, light gray eyes:
"Okay, from now on I will be called Wen Chen."
Mo Yi's heart beat irregularly, and he took a step back calmly, slightly opening the distance between the two.
He smiled, slightly curved his dark eyes, stretched out his palm and said:
"Hi, first time meeting, just call me Mo Yi."
The slender and pale palm stayed in mid-air, the thin flesh wrapped the slender bones, thin and beautiful.
The breathing of the mist stagnated without a trace, and the color of the light gray eyes deepened slightly, staring at Mo Yi rightly.
He pursed his lips, and solemnly held Mo Yi's palm in mid-air. The fingertips and the heel of the palm slowly overlapped. A little light temperature.
"... Wen Chen."
His voice was slightly hoarse, his pale eyes were bright and focused, and the tips of his pale ears were stained with a bright blush.
In the next few days, Mo Yi lived very regularly.
Every day, he went to the fitness villa specially arranged by Jiang Yuanrou to stay for two or three hours, accepting the torture of Shen Lei's friendship, and then spent the rest of the time in the library.
Mo Yi spent a lot of his time in front of the wooden desk in the city library.
He swept away all the knowledge fields that might be related to the game, especially some books about ghosts, religions and legends, from the popular books to the unpopular books, all of which were taken from the dusty corners of the library Turn it out.
The overhead lights are bright and cold, fully illuminating the entire reading room.
Mo Yi was sitting at a corner of the table. There were several huge and heavy tomes scattered on the table, and there were also several unopened books stacked together, covering the entire table. It is fully occupied.
He looked down at a book in his hand.
Thin and pale fingers are holding the yellowed corner of the page, the slender neck is drooping, the quiet profile is shrouded in half-bright shadows, the dark eyes are focused on the books on the table, and the eyes are quickly browsing Not a single line on the page of the book.
He concentrated and projected almost all of his attention on the book in front of him, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in an undisturbed aura, so focused that it was impossible to get involved.
Mo Yi turned to the next page.
The slight rubbing sound of the pages was quite obvious in the quiet library, he raised his head slightly, and read down from the beginning of the pages again.
Suddenly, Mo Yi's rapidly browsing eyes paused.
Something seemed to have gently scratched the back of his hand, it was soft, like a feather.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, before he could react, he saw the screen of the mobile phone beside him light up by itself, and the keyboard on the screen began to type automatically:
[hungry?]
Mo Yi glanced at the dial on his wrist and suddenly realized: it's 7:30.
Today he arrived at the library at one o'clock in the afternoon, and before he noticed it, it had been more than six hours.
Only then did Mo Yi feel his empty stomach throbbing slightly, and the dizziness of hypoglycemia flooded his eyes, but it was still within the tolerance range... After all, it was not uncommon for him to stay up for several days when writing the program. can be ignored.
He reluctantly glanced at the open book in his hand, with some struggle in his eyes, and his slender white fingers jumped quickly on the screen:
[fine.]
[Wait until you finish reading this chapter before leaving.]
The other party didn't reply again, and the phone screen went from bright to dark again, and then completely black again.
When Mo Yi was about to continue devoting himself to the book again, suddenly, something hard was stuffed into the palm of his hand.
The subtle sound of plastic sounded in the quiet library, and it sounded quite clear.
Mo Yi was stunned, and opened his palm, only to see a piece of fruit candy lying in his palm. The brightly colored and beautiful candy wrapper shone with a faint glass halo under the bright lights of the library.
fruit candy.
He thought of the strange question and answer between the two after the second dungeon, and couldn't help but smile.
Fingers peeled off the candy wrapper, and after hearing the rustling sound of plastic, the round candy was revealed, which was crystal clear pink under the light, and a light fruit aroma spread instantly.
Mo Yi stuffed the candy into his mouth, his cheeks swelled into a round shape with his movements, and there was a touch of approachable life on his indifferent and pale face.
A sweet taste instantly spread from the tip of his tongue, causing him to subconsciously squint his eyes, with a slight smile on his face.
— Strawberry flavored.
More than half an hour passed.
Mo Yi still closed the book with some unfulfilled intentions, then put the other books he had borrowed back on the shelf, neatly arranged a few books that he was going to borrow back and kept them under his arms, stood up, and walked to the door of the library.
Under the eyes of the young librarian hiding his excitement and admiration, Mo Yi skillfully put the books into his backpack, then gave the librarian a gentle smile, turned and left the library.
Mo Yi subconsciously looked down at his watch, a trace of helplessness stained his face.
He never thought that one day he would be able to achieve the achievement of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and even eating three meals a day regularly and exercising every day.
In addition to the supervision of Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, Wuqi—now called Wen Chen—has also made an indelible contribution.
So, is he bound to an old lady
Mo Yi's expression was a little subtle.
However, fortunately, this old lady is much easier to fool than Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to follow such a housekeeper who can't get rid of anytime and anywhere.
Thinking of the "fitness meal" that Shen Lei forced him to eat and the rigorous fitness plan, Mo Yi's muscles and joints began to ache faintly again, he sighed, and then walked towards his apartment.
The light in the corridor of the apartment was dimmed. Mo Yi lowered his head to find out the key. The subtle metal sound of the key colliding with the door lock rang in the quiet corridor. He opened the door, changed his shoes at the entrance, and then walked into the house.
He reached out to turn on the headlights in the room, and the bright lights instantly illuminated the tidy and unpopular room.
Mo Yi put the key in the drawer at the door, then turned around and walked into the bathroom, turned on the tap and washed his hands briefly.
The light projected from the bathroom door was blocked by a tall figure.
Mo Yi raised his head and took a look, only to see Wen Chen standing at the door with his backlight, his deep contoured face blurred in the sunlight behind him, his voice was low and metallic, but it sounded surprisingly soft:
"What to eat?"
Mo Yi turned off the tap, pulled a snow-white towel from the towel rack beside him, and casually wiped his wet palms.
He frowned and thought for a while, then hesitantly said:
"… Porridge?"
Wen Chen smiled: "Okay."
After finishing speaking, he turned and left. As the sound of footsteps went away, the clinking of cooking utensils sounded in the kitchen, adding a faint breath of life to the empty and cold room.
Mo Yi turned and walked out of the bathroom, casually glanced at the lit kitchen.
Wen Chen's tall back was busy under the light.
Mo Yi's expression was a bit subtle - so he really bound a nanny, right
At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated twice. Mo Yi was taken aback, reached out and took out the mobile phone, looking at the lit screen:
A message from Jiang Yuanrou.
[have time?]