"What did you say... what?" Yuan Suo's lips trembled.
Mo Yicheng repeated: "We're getting married."
"Married?" It's not that Yuan Suo didn't understand the meaning of the words, but he was too shocked and a little confused.
Mo Yicheng naturally knew it, so he deliberately misinterpreted it and explained: "It means legally 'eating people'."
This time, Yuan Suo really reacted, and then he understood what it meant, and almost knocked over the bowl in a panic.
"Then, do you agree or disagree?" Mo Yicheng was confident when he said the word "marriage", but for some reason, he felt a little inexplicable palpitation at this moment.
Yuan Suo didn't dare to move, Mo Yicheng's face was getting closer and closer, and they could feel each other's tension at the moment.
Neither of them spoke, and the air was silent.
half an hour.
"That... actually... it's not legal, but... it's okay..." Yuan Suo couldn't say what he said later, his whole body was as red as a boiled lobster.
When Mo Yicheng heard this answer, he was both happy and surprised at first, but the worry that flashed across his eyes obviously covered up his joy.
"Dudu means you don't want to get married?" Mo Yicheng confirmed.
Yuan Suo didn't dare to look at Mo Yicheng, "No."
"Then why?"
"I..." Yuan Suo hesitated to say something, he didn't know where or how to start with some words.
When he first arrived in this world, he wholeheartedly looked forward to being reborn at the full level, breaking away from the shackles of the game, returning to the Ninth District and returning to his own world. Gradually, he has the only and most important concern in this life here. He wants to stay by Mo Yicheng's side, and the separation... has become a wound in his heart that he dare not touch.
However, even if he chooses to stay, is his so-called "sacrifice" really fair to Mo Yicheng? The elf who chooses to stay will be trapped in the game forever, which means that if he stays, Mo Yicheng will always face a "virtual" lover.
In addition to Abel's words today, he... can't even guarantee to stay in the game as a virtual lover, so what can he do to make such an important promise.
Holding the hand of the child, a hundred years will never leave.
If you can't do it, how dare you answer
So, he can only say: "I... can't."
May Suo bite the word "impossible" very hard, that kind of deep-seated firmness, shot into Mo Yicheng's heart like a sharp arrow.
Mo Yicheng suppressed his emotions and still maintained his rationality: "Why? Is the wish to be afraid of secular resistance? Or is it afraid that it will affect my career? Or do you think there is something wrong..."
"Neither." Yuan Suo clenched his fists suddenly, his clear and sad eyes seemed to be dizzy with cinnabar, "Neither, it's because... the elves are going to leave this world after reaching the full level in the game..."
At that moment, Mo Yicheng wanted to rush forward and cover Yuan Suo's mouth. He didn't want to, was afraid, and couldn't hear the words behind him, but he didn't make any movements, his limbs froze, and he looked down from above.
Yuan Suo didn't dare to look at Mo Yicheng anymore, so he could only mechanically say: "The elves are constantly upgrading. After level 100, rebirth and returning to their own world is the ultimate goal of this game."
Level 100? After Yuan Suo treated Abel, his level had reached level 90.
Every word, like raindrops, fell on the body, but it was too cold, the water droplets had already frozen when they fell, wrapping the person layer by layer and directly penetrated into the inside. Mo Yicheng couldn't say a word, stood there for a while, and then said stiffly: "When did you know?"
It was the first time for Yuan Suo to see such a sharp light in Mo Yicheng's eyes, and his heart trembled, "At the beginning."
"However, it never occurred to me to tell me." He used an affirmative sentence.
Yuan Suo wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth and finally made no sound. He thought about it, but he was too stupid and didn't know how to speak, so he dragged it until today.
"Yi Cheng..." Yuan Suo could only call him by his first name, as he had done countless times before.
Mo Yicheng suddenly closed his eyes and turned around abruptly without responding.
"Yi Cheng." Yuan Suo tugged at Mo Yicheng's clothes with trembling hands, and almost burst into tears when he was dodged away.
"The company still has something to do... I'll ask someone to take you back." Mo Yicheng was afraid that his emotions would lose control further, and he couldn't help but didn't want to get back into the game.
"… it is good."
Mo Yicheng didn't look back, he could imagine the appearance of Yuan Suo at this moment, he was afraid that he would fall if he turned around, and at this moment he stubbornly didn't want to let his heart soften. He tolerates everything, tolerates everything, except this one.
Only myself is left in the house.
May the tears in Suo's eyes never fall, what qualifications do they have... to fall
His heart was flustered like a mess, sometimes mixed with thorns, which cut through the tender flesh and blood, causing him to tremble slightly.
After a while, footsteps came.
Yuan Suo raised his head suddenly, and the joy and anticipation in his eyes disappeared in an instant.
The driver stopped respectfully and said, "Mr. Mo asked me to take you back."
"He... what about him?"
"Mr. Mo has already driven away."
"Oh, okay, I... I can take back here... the wontons and others... Take them back..." Tears finally fell down, and I quickly raised my hand to wipe it, but it was too late, the tears fell inside the wontons, fell on the table.
"I'm sorry to wait a minute, just a moment, I... I just want to take this away." Yuan Suo frantically rummaged in the cabinet, wanting an empty box for packing food.
The driver had been with Mo Yicheng for a long time. Although he didn't know that the request was about the spirit, he had contacted him a lot, and he could guess something about him and Mo Yicheng.
"Let me help you find it."
"Ah, thank you."
"Mr. Mo just told me to send you back safely, and he also said that I can only leave after watching you enter the house safely."
"En." Yuan Suo's voice was muffled, and he refused to raise his head.
"Found it!" The driver found a set of lunch boxes of different sizes.
The two packed the wontons and a few other dishes and put them in the bag, wishing to hold them carefully before going out to the car like wandering souls.
—
Wishing that Suo finally ate up the wontons. After cooling down, the wontons were no longer so sweet, and it was not pleasant to have a layer of fat hanging in the mouth.
The clock on the wall had already pointed to ten o'clock.
Ten o'clock at night.
Mo Yicheng hasn't come back yet.
Element cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, went back to the sofa and turned on the TV, his ears were noisy, but his heart felt sour.
For the first time, Yuan Suo felt that the time he could stay outside after upgrading was too long. He would not be automatically recalled by the game, so he would not be able to see Mo Yicheng. However, even if he was recalled after a few hours, probably, Mo Yicheng would not click on the game.
Mo Yicheng was angry.
And I was so stupid that I didn't even say sorry at that time.
At twelve o'clock in the night, Yuan Suo was awakened by the sound of guns and guns coming out of the TV. I don't know when the variety show on the TV was replaced by an anti-war drama.
Turn off the TV, suddenly quiet down, the room is silent.
Sniffing, although a little scared, he didn't turn on the TV again.
I don't know... Where is Mo Yicheng now.
Suddenly, the living room door opened.
It's Mo Yicheng!
May Suo not have time to put on his shoes, walk over barefoot, and stop abruptly two steps away from the person, not daring to move again.
Mo Yicheng was covered with wind and frost, and Yuan Suo couldn't help shivering due to the cold air brought in.
"Come here." Mo Yicheng unbuttoned his windbreaker and opened his arms.
Wishing that the tip of his nose turned red, he took a step forward, and was pulled into his broad chest with great force.
Mo Yicheng's chest was warm under the windbreaker.
He left his body full of wind and frost to himself.
"sorry."
"sorry."
The two spoke in unison.
Yuan Suo pressed his forehead against Mo Yicheng's chest, "I didn't do it on purpose, I was just... just afraid..."
"I understand." Mo Yicheng stroked Yuan Suo's soft hair with his slender fingers, and raised his eyes although there was bitterness and more distress, "In the future...you must tell me if you have anything, don't bear it alone."
Mo Yicheng sat in the car for more than ten hours, thinking about too many things, except that he didn't think about the past and complaining.
"Today, it's my fault. From now on, I won't leave you alone."
"… kindness."
"Have you had dinner?"
"Yes. Where's Mo Yicheng?"
"not yet."
So Yuan Suo took Mo Yicheng's hand to the kitchen and heated up the dishes packed during the day. The two of them seemed to have forgotten about the day's affairs, and buried themselves in eating, serving each other's dishes.
In the end, Mo Yicheng helped Yuan Suo clean up the dishes.
It's past one o'clock in the morning.
The two went to the bathroom to tidy up, lay on the bed, and looked at each other.
"Yi Cheng, I..." Yuan Suo wanted to say something, and Mo Yicheng lightly tapped his lips with a finger.
"I'll figure it out, and I can always find a way."
"En." He believed in Mo Yicheng, as long as he said it, he would believe it.
"Then what Yuan Suo said before, does it still count?" Mo Yicheng's hands under the quilt changed positions.
Yuan Suo was shuddered by Mo Yicheng's deep and hoarse voice close to his ear. He said a lot before, which sentence did Mo Yicheng refer to
"That's right, illegal—it's okay."
"..."
Mo Yicheng's shadow came over him under the warm light. He didn't get an answer, so he pecked on his slightly parted full lips, "Then it's an acquiescence."
The people under him didn't dare to open their shy eyes, even though the relationship between the two had already reached the point where they were only one step away, every time they got close to him, they would still get nervous like this.
Mo Yicheng used the back of his finger to slide down Yuan Suo's exquisite eyebrows little by little, not letting go of every detail. For a moment, he couldn't control himself, and once again let the sense of horror that was about to be lost climb up, his whole body Immediately, he was unable to move like falling into an ice cellar.
Wishing to feel the changes in Mo Yicheng, he opened his eyes carefully, and was hit by the sadness in those cold pool-like pupils. He didn't want to see Mo Yicheng like this, his Mo Yicheng shouldn't be so sad, so Yuan Suo raised his arms around the person on his body, lifted his fair neck, and pressed his lips to his own.
Hot hands, hot lips, hot breath...
In the dark, the silhouettes that fit together seem real and unreal...
sink.
Or redemption
If it is destined to leave, what is the purpose of grasping at this moment
Silk brocade is no match for the roughness of the fingertips.
The moonlight can't match the fine sweat on the forehead.
The twilight is finally stained with a little bit of Qingming...