Rubbing her finger on the red mole, Liu Yan looked down and saw that beautiful long finger touching herself constantly, gentle and gentle. Liu Yan liked this kind of intimacy, so she looked more carefully, watching how he caressed her mole. The red mole, how suddenly curled up the knuckles, no longer stroking, but picking.
The nail pierced into the flesh, Liu Yan frowned. But remembering what Yi Mo said earlier, he straightened his body in a daze, not hiding. The blood gradually meandered from Yi Mo's fingers to the palm, dripped down along the palm lines, and dripped on Liu Yan's lower abdomen, mixed with the blood flowing from above, flowing more and more.
The smell of blood between the two became stronger and stronger, Yi Mo was digging at the red mole intently, Liu Yan frowned, with a painful look on his face, but he still endured it. Cold sweat poured down like rain.
When the red mole was peeled off halfway, blood burst out from the wound, and the warm blood splashed onto Yi Mo's face. Yi Mo stopped his hands abruptly, and raised his eyes to see the pale-faced young man.
Yi Mo asked, "Does it hurt?"
Probably because of the stimulation of pain, Liu Yan reacted much faster than before, and said: "It doesn't hurt." He said it didn't hurt, but his eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry, but he still wanted to make him happy, and asked He: "Imo, are you comfortable?"
Emma was silent. Silently casting a spell, the wound healed, and the half-peeled red mole returned to its original state. There was only blood left, which was flowing but stopped abruptly, Liu Yan shivered.
Yi Mo hugged him, and while wiping the blood, he said regretfully: "I promised not to bully you." Naturally, Liu Yan couldn't take his words, so she had to listen to him, and Yi Mo said, "I promised For you, even if you treat me badly, I will not bully you."
Liu Yan wanted to say, I will treat you well. But because of his stupid brain, he couldn't say a word.
Yi Mo said: "I treated you badly in the last life, you don't like me." Then said: "I know you are a fool in this life..."
Holding the boy's face with bloody hands, Yi Mo looked at him and said in a low voice: "But I don't know, you are so stupid that you don't even know how to hate me."
Just like Shen Qingxuan who gave her wholeheartedly in front of him, Ji Jiu who would fiercely resist in front of him also disappeared. The intense brilliance in his eyes was gone.
There is no elegance, no faith, no persistence and determination.
Such a person is the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan.
Yi Mo thought of Ji Jiu in the previous life, and those words rang in his mind clearly, it seemed like it was just yesterday, it seemed to be wafting in his ears, Ji Jiu said: - I will imprison you, and I will treat you well day and night. Spoil you, spoil you, I will let you do everything, but you have to be by my side.
—I will make your family think you are dead, and I will erase your existence in this world.
—In the end, I let you have nowhere to go, cut off all thoughts, and could only rely on me and trust me. Be my Shen Qingxuan.
—I don't even need to tell you that there used to be a Shen Qingxuan.
— But, you can only be my Shen Qingxuan. Beyond that, you have nowhere to go.
But... Ji Jiu didn't expect that he would be a fool in his next life. Difficulty speaking, sluggish movement, glazed eyes. The wisdom and talent of the two generations of people are annihilated in stupidity, there is no cruelty, no cunning, no scheming, no unscrupulous... such a fool. Yi Mo doesn't know, is he Shen Qingxuan
Shen Qingxuan, who gave fiercely, endured and resisted Shen Qingxuan who finally accepted. Both lives have bright eyes, full of brilliance, containing unshakable beliefs, crazy and fierce or firm, never knowing what they want, stubborn and stubborn, but so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.
Even in the previous life, when he was resisted and hated, those eyes were bright and shining. I want that brilliance to always be in front of my eyes and burn for me all the time. Instead, it's bleak.
Yi Mo asked: "Fool, where did you lose your soul?" Asking a question that he knew had no answer, Yi Mo also seemed to be stupid, and said: "Let's go find it, shall we?"
Liu Yan has no right to speak, he is more like Yi Mo's puppet than a living person bearing Liu Yan's name, if Yi Mo says yes, he will say yes, if Yi Mo says yes, he will say yes. Knowing that it's a fool who still looks for it, but after looking for it, he finds it disgusting, so it can be deduced that Yi Mo is also a dissatisfied person.
Fortunately, Liu Yan was stupid and couldn't see his thoughts, as long as he was by his side, he was satisfied. But he is too stupid, so Yi Mo can't see that he also has attachments. Or, don't want to watch at all.
After tidying up a bit, Yi Mo took Liu Yan's hand and left the mountain courtyard.
In the noisy market in the world, Liu Yan is quiet, wearing a crescent moon white robe, his growing body is thin but slender, if you don't look into his eyes, he looks no different from ordinary people, at a glance, he looks like a young man from a wealthy family son. But along the way, Liu Yan had to hold Yi Mo's hand. The fingers intersected and clasped together lingeringly, as if to say: Liu Yan likes Yi Mo.
However, Yi Mo does not care about such liking.
Accustomed to fiery love and hate, Yi Mo doesn't know that this kind of liking is also liking.
So even though it was within reach, he still took Liu Yan and looked around.
Liu Yan was foolish and ran around following him. He didn't know what Yi Mo was looking for, he only knew that that thing was very important to Yi Mo, so he followed him, as long as he was by Yi Mo's side, Liu Yan felt that it would be good to go anywhere.
Time flies by like a fleeting moment, in a blink of an eye, Liu Yan followed him and searched for five years in the world. Liu Yan is sixteen years old.
Sixteen-year-old Liu Yan speaks much more fluently. Although she is still stupid, she is no longer so dull. Walking in the town, Liu Yan was hungry, and Yi Mo bought him a steamed stuffed bun. He no longer needed to eat human fireworks, so he seldom ate. Liu Yan held the steamed stuffed bun and ate it while walking. After eating half of it, she handed the remaining half to Yi Mo, "Yi Mo eats."
Immo shook his head.
Liu Yan looked at the half steaming steamed stuffed bun in his hand, the inside was shiny, and couldn't help but said again: "It's delicious, Yi Mo eats it."
Yi Mo said, "Have you stopped eating?"
Liu Yan gave a "hmm" and said, "I'm full."
Yi Mo took the half of the bun and threw it to the corner under Liu Yan's gaze. The oily stuffing of pork and cabbage rolled all over the floor, and the white bread was covered with dust and became garbage. Liu Yan looked at it, quickly retracted her gaze, and continued to follow Yi Mo forward.
It was already evening when the two of them walked to the wilderness, Liu Yan soon said that he was hungry again. Yi Mo frowned: "I just ate buns, are you hungry again?"
Liu Yan showed a silly smile and said that she was hungry. He laughed, and finally became the same as Shen Qingxuan, but he lost a lot of expression. There is no such publicity, let alone the implicitness hidden behind the publicity. A real smirk.
Yi Mo used a magic spell to conjure up a lot of food for him from restaurants in distant county towns.
Liu Yan ate, but still asked Yi Mo to eat, and the unfinished dishes in the end were still the same as the buns before, becoming garbage in Yi Mo's hands and being thrown away far away. Liu Yan didn't say a word, only looked at Yi Mo through the firelight without blinking. He was used to this action, as if he had looked up to him from the beginning of his life. Even if all the good things are in vain, he still looks up to him.
Just before falling asleep, I still have to say: "Yi Mo, I like you."
Every night before falling asleep, he would say something like this, obviously stupid and foolish, but he felt that Yi Mo needed him to like him. He didn't know that if he said this every day, there would be a day when Yi Mo would also say that he liked him.
Although now Yi Mo can only say: "Fool, go to sleep."
Hugging her thin body into her arms, Yi Mo closed her eyes and decided not to look anymore. Looking for a soul in the vast sea of people, where can I find it? Maybe it has already melted. Maybe it will be decades before I really want to hug such a fool.
Yi Mo felt irritable, but Liu Yan nestled on his chest and closed his eyes contentedly, as long as he was hugged like this, he would feel satisfied.
Because she was in a bad mood, when she woke up the next day, Liu Yan was scolded. Because he was asleep again, drooling a lot. This problem has never been corrected. He is 16 years old, and he is still drooling while sleeping, which is everywhere.
Yi Mo pushed him almost in disgust, and said, "Go wash your face." After pushing, she felt regretful, pulled Liu Yan over, and scrubbed him himself.
Liu Yan was always smiling and didn't take it seriously.
Seeing his expression, Yi Mo couldn't help it, and said, "How are you like Shen Qingxuan?"
Liu Yan heard this name many times, besides Shen Qingxuan, there was also Ji Jiu. Yi Mo often said, talking about the last life, the last life, Liu Yan also tried to think clearly about what he was like in his last life, and what he was like in the last life, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and he couldn't understand it, or even hear it. too understand.
Discouraged from thinking, he sat down on the ground and said his conclusion: "Yi Mo just doesn't like fools."
Yi Mo said, "Yes, I hate fools."
Liu Yan didn't cry either, she just looked at him with wide eyes and said, "But I like you."
Emma stopped talking. He doesn't bother arguing with fools on this issue, what's the use of arguing? Shen Qingxuan lost his soul and became a fool, whoever treats a fool well, the fool will say he likes it. Immo was no longer unique.
Today, the fool was stubborn, he didn't say anything, but Liu Yan pestered him to say it, saying: "Yi Mo, I like you."
Yi Mo ignored him.
Liu Yan pounced on him, threw herself on his back, let him carry her on her back as usual, leaned against his ear and said over and over again: "Yi Mo, I like you."
"Imo, I like you."
"Imo, I like you."
"Imo, I like you."
He chattered on and on, until Yimo couldn't take it anymore and threw him off his back and rolled on the ground.
Yi Mo said: "What qualifications does a fool have to say that he likes it?"
Liu Yan stopped talking. He has followed Yi Mo in the world for several years, and he already knows what is good and what is bad, what is disgust and what is disgusting.
Liu Yan sat on the ground motionless, until Yi Mo came over impatiently, then raised her face and asked him: "How is it, you believe that I like you?"
Yi Mo looked at the face that looked like Shen Qingxuan, couldn't bear it again, and patted his head: "Stop making trouble. Go back, it's time to go back to the mountain."
Liu Yan always listened to him, so she stood up and walked beside him.
After walking for a while, Liu Yan said, "I'm not Shen Qingxuan."
Emer paused.
"It's not Ji Jiu either." Liu Yan said.
"I'm a fool." Liu Yan said as he tore off his robe, pointed to the grain of cinnabar on his chest, and asked him seriously: "Without this, a fool would be a fool, right?"
Liu Yan asked him: "Does it mean that Yi Mo won't hate me for being so stupid?"
Yi Mo didn't answer, and after a long time, he looked at the red spot on his chest, and said: "Without it, I would ignore you."
Because the other party is a fool, he speaks more unscrupulously and no longer hides anything.
And because a fool is stupid and takes the person in his heart, he deserves to be hurt.
Liu Yan lowered his head, followed him silently, and returned to the small courtyard on the top of the mountain.
At night, when it was time to give him a bath, Yi Mo called out, but no one came running over from the yard, and no one responded.
Emer suddenly felt bad. Casting the spell to sense the surroundings, there is no Liu Yan in a radius of two miles.
Expanding the search again, Emo sensed him.
In the dark of night, Yimo rushed to the gurgling brook, hugged Liu Yan curled up in a ball on the grass, and returned to the house, under the bright light of the candlelight, he broke away Liu Yan's struggling hand to keep him from looking, I saw the open chest, dripping with blood.
The cinnabar mole that he hadn't picked out five years ago was finally picked out by Liu Yan himself.
Yi Mo looked at the hideous shape of flesh and blood in the place where a hole had been gouged out, and his mind was in a mess.
Liu Yan was terrified by the look on his face, staring angrily at his chest as if he was going to eat someone, Liu Yan trembled, covered his wound, and crawled away from the table to hide.
Yi Mo took a breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid. Come here, and I'll heal your wounds."
Liu Yan huddled in the corner, like a frightened little animal, looked at him, and said in a trembling voice for a long time: "I have blood on my body, dirty." There are also grass blades and mud. Rolling on the ground, so now he is in a mess, dirty like a wild dog.
Yi Mo loves to be clean so much that he even hates his saliva, Liu Yan shrinks even more.
Yi Mo walked in front of him, the expression on his face kept changing, like anger, like sadness, and many more, Liu Yan couldn't tell. Finally, Yi Mo knelt down, looked at his dirty face, and said, "I'm sorry."
This was the first time in his life that he apologized, neither to Shen Qingxuan nor to the second life Ji Jiu.
Liu Yan stretched out her hand tremblingly, touched his face, and said in a panic: "It doesn't hurt, I don't hurt, don't cry." While talking, she shed tears.
Only then did Yi Mo realize that she was crying.