442 Go or Not Go
Mask? He has always known that he is a person who is good at wearing a mask. It seems to be a kind of survival instinct from a young age. It is caused by the environment, or it is witnessed, even he himself can't tell.
The one who can let him put down the mask is her! In front of her, he can slightly put down his mask and get along with the most authentic disposition, but it is only when everything is intact. Once there is something that makes him uneasy, afraid, jealous and angry, he will get along with him again. Will habitually cover up his nature and put on the mask again.
"Huan, you wouldn't want to see my true face." Xiao Moye shook his head and murmured.
"You are not me, how do you know, do I want to!" She said, with persistence in her eyes.
His thin lips were pressed tightly, his eyes drooping lightly, but he could feel her gaze falling on his face, so intense and persistent. His joy, he naturally knows her personality, although most of the time she is weak like a rabbit, but sometimes, there will be a kind of stubborn stubbornness.
If it is something she thinks to insist on, then no matter what others say, she will still insist on it. Just like now, she kept looking at him so persistently, as if she had to get some kind of answer from him.
And he... can't avoid her sight...
He sighed lightly, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids slowly raised, "Okay, then I tell you what I really think!" The curvature of his lips was constricted little by little, and his slender body stood up from the sofa. Get up, "When I saw Duan Tang with you, I couldn’t wait to beat him severely, and then in front of him, I would continue to invade/invade you so that he would understand that you are mine. It's not he can snoop!" He looked at her condescendingly, with a deep self-deprecating expression in his eyes, "Now, do you understand? Understand my madness, my perversion, and my unreasonableness ?"
Her lips trembled, and she only felt that somewhere in her heart seemed to hurt even more, "Are you very angry?"
"Well, I'm very angry, my chest hurts with anger," he replied.
It turned out that it was not just her who hurt, he was also hurting! Chu Huan stood up, clambered on his chest with a small hand, and fumbled and asked, "Where does it hurt? Here? Or here?"
"...Here." He moved her hand to the middle of his collarbone, "It's so painful that I can barely breathe." It was like being hit by a hammer, and it was like being heavily pressed by a boulder.
She rubbed her hands one after another, feeling the ups and downs of his chest under the palm of her hand, "Mo Ye, if you are angry in the future, tell me, you are angry, if you want to know anything, just ask me, I I don’t want to guess every expression on you after we get married, and try to figure out your thoughts. I don’t want to wear a mask between us."
The marriage she wants is a marriage of mutual trust and sincerity. There is no suspicion, no worries, and no anxiety.
He was silent. After a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and held her hands rubbing his chest, "Is it any time?"
"Yes, anytime." She replied affirmatively.
He bowed his head, took her hands, and kissed her palm deeply, "Okay, I promise you, at any time, only in front of you, I will not wear a mask, I will be honest with you in everything, whether it is joy Anger, sorrow and joy, let you know everything."
Chu Huan laughed. She knew that once he made a promise, he would definitely do it. Then she withdrew her hand, hugged Xiao Moye's waist vigorously, and buried her face on his chest, "Duan Tang came to me and told me that he would not come to join us. The wedding, because he can't give blessings."
Xiao Moye listened quietly, this was something he had expected, "Then, why would he say, he is waiting for you?"
Chu Huan pursed her lips, and tightened her arms around Xiao Moye's waist. If it weren't for the child who was worried about her stomach, she would probably put herself completely close to him at this moment. Leave a little gap, "He wants me to accompany him one day tomorrow."
His body stiffened, and it took a long time before he asked hoarsely, "Will you go?"
Do you want to go? Should I go? Chu Huan kept asking herself in her heart, but couldn't give herself any answer. She knew that she owed Duan Tang too much, whether it was three and a half years ago or now, she owed too much.
It was a love that was destined to be unrepayable, and a debt that was destined to be impossible to exchange for a lifetime.
He has helped her too much, and it is reasonable, she should probably go on this date. But if she goes, then for Mo Ye, it will be no more than an injury.
She once made up her mind to never hurt this man again! This man who loves her to the bone and loves her like his life!
"Do you want me to go?" raising her head, she looked at him and asked.
His fingertips rubbed her lips, the temperature was so hot, "Huan, how could I want you to go?" That man, the man he cares the most in his life, how could he Don't worry, let her stay with her for a day!
It's like bringing delicious and tempting lamb to the mouth of a lion.
Yeah, how could he let her go? Chu Huan lowered his head and buried his head in Xiao Moye's arms again, "Then, I won't go tomorrow." Don't go to the appointment, don't go to see the cold man smiling at her.
In her mind, she couldn't help but see that angelic face, pure and flawless.
At this moment, her heart seemed to be bitten by something, and that thing was called guilt.
Will Duan Tang wait for her in the square? That square has too many memories of her. When she was in extreme despair, she was selling portraits in this square, relying on some meager money to support herself.
That was the first time she left her parents and school to understand what the hardships of life mean.
It was also at that time that Duan Tang would come to the square from time to time and ask her to paint him portraits. She once asked him curiously why he always came to buy portraits. If he really wanted to collect his own portraits, with his financial resources, he could definitely find a famous teacher-level figure to paint for him.
As a result, he replied, "I'm really afraid that you would starve yourself to death if you didn't receive any business."