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, and just two words were like a boulder into the sea, 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 became cold, and he had to raise his hand to grab the teacup on the table, and then barely concealed his trembling, and said hoarsely, "Why do you call me that?"
"Oh, it was taught by Li Wei. He said that the princess is a very noble person who needs to be taken care of." Gu Mang smiled, "I think you are very similar."
"..."
"What’s wrong with you?"
Like falling from a cliff to the bottom of a valley, the shudder is still there, but the excitement is already cold.
Mo Xi gritted his teeth, turned his face away, and said, "...It's nothing."
After a while, seeing Gu Mang's somewhat dazed expression, Mo Xi closed his eyes, and then he endured the pain in his heart and staggered the topic in a low voice, "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, then stared at the bowl of spicy meatball soup in front of Mo Xi.
"Do you want to taste me?"
Gu Mang nodded.
Mo Xi was in a dull mood, but his emotions were complicated, and he didn't want to lose his temper very much. He just pushed the soup bowl to Gu Mang: "There is a whole peppercorn here, and it has a strong taste, so be careful."
After taking the bowl, Gu Mang smashed the last remaining pot helmet in his hand and dipped it in Hu spicy soup. He blew into the bowl, tipped it with a spoon, and carefully avoided the curled peppers. But it was impossible to prevent, and a fish that slipped through the net broke into his lips and teeth.
He didn't respond at first, and even cracked the hard shell of the peppercorns.
The result can be imagined. After a while, Gu Mang began to spit out the peppercorn shell, his eyes were wet, and the tip of his tongue was numb, red and uncomfortable. He pushed the soup bowl away at once.
"poisonous."
Mo Xi was stunned at first, can't Gu Mang eat spicy food
But then he thought that Gu Mang's spicy food was practiced later, and at first he didn't want to touch it at all. When Liao Kingdom destroyed his consciousness, he probably destroyed the tolerance that Gu Mang had cultivated the day after tomorrow.
This realization made him even more anxious, and even 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 is telling him that it is not.
The old beasts of the altar are really dead.
What Mo Xi could have, what he could hate, and what he could take revenge on were only the embers in front of him.
Mo Xi looked at him speechlessly: "No poison."
Gu Mang opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, his face full of grievance: "I'm poisoned."
"… "
It was pointless to explain to him, so Mo Xi poured a cup of jasmine herbal tea and handed it to him: "Drink it slowly, the poison will be cured."
Gu Mang held the tea cup suspiciously, and drank bit by bit with a wrinkled face.
"feelling better?"
"Yeah." Gu Mang nodded, but hesitantly looked at the whole table of dishes, "I won't eat it."
Mo Xi said, "It's good that you don't eat 'poisonous' food."
Gu Mang suddenly curled his lips, a little unhappy: "It's not good here, I won't come next time."
Mo Xi looked at his numb red lips, and an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart. He suddenly said, "... Gu Mang."
"Um?"
"This is the first time I invited someone to dinner. Do you know who that person is?"
Gu Mang thought for a while: "Is it me?"
Mo Xi's eyes were so bright for an instant, but he soon saw the confusion in Gu Mang's eyes again, and heard the rising question at the end of Gu Mang's voice.
Gu Mang said, "Did you guess right?"
Mo Xi didn't speak any more, closed his eyes silently, sighed lowly, and didn't answer again.
After dinner, the two former friends and the current enemy strolled by the Rouge Lake at night. The covered bridge was hung with red cloth lanterns, casting a dreamlike gentle glow on the river.
The boat of Yebo rowed by, and the dream was shattered into sparkling light with a dozen wood pulp.
Gu Mang walked beside Mo Xi, biting on the three-bit bun 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 while, he suddenly seemed to be holding on to the last ray of hope, and then he seemed to be just muttering needlessly: "...If Lu Zhanxing hadn't died, you wouldn't have come to that point..."
"Which step?"
"..." Mo Xi looked at the sparkling waves and said, "It's nothing. It doesn't matter if you don't even remember it, anyway, if you're still alive, there will always be a turning point."
"Um."
"Um what?"
"The niece of Luomei Bieyuan said that when I say 'um', I agree with what others say. If you agree with others, others will be happy."
"..." Mo Xi said, "Why do you want to please me?"
Gu Mang took another bite of the bun and said, "Because you are a good person."
Mo Xi froze for a moment, then said indifferently, "You really don't know how to wink, and you don't know how to look at people."
Gu Mang swallowed the bun, and looked at Mo Xi in the shadow of the sound of the paddle with his pure and innocent eyes: "Mm."
"… Could you not agree to this?"
"Um."
"… never mind."
After a while, he turned back very unwillingly: "Where am I?"
"wait."
As Gu Mang spoke, he put his nose close to Mo Xi's face, neck and ears like a puppy, sniffing and sniffing. If those women who admire Mo Xi see this scene, they will be stunned. The inhumane Xihe Jun would let others get so close to do such a strange and intimate act.
Doesn't he usually fall on people's backs and then break people's ribs
But they only knew one thing and the other, Mo Xi really didn't like being touched by strangers, but Gu Mang must be an exception. It's not only because Gu Mang is too simple now, he does nothing with purpose, he just follows his childlike nature - if he is curious about something, he will put it into his mouth to taste, and if he wants to understand something, he will pick it up. smell in the past.
It was because Mo Xi and Gu Mang were the closest people from a long, long time ago, and he was already used to him.
"You have a smell on your body." Gu Mang finally said, "It's different from everyone else."
Mo Xi glanced at him: "What does it taste like?"
Gu Mang shook his head: "I don't know. But..." He paused, as if trying to find some decent words in his pitiful head to describe. But 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 strange conversation with him, he asked, "What else?"
Gu Mang held the half-eaten bun in both hands: "Only you can buy this for me."
He said, and looked at Mo Xi in confusion: "Why do you care so much?"
Mo Xi was slightly startled.
It turns out that the concern on his face is actually so clear
In the shade of light and water, Gu Mang's big eyes with long tails looked at him, so peaceful and so peaceful.
Mo Xi shook his head, didn't answer, just said, "You are the second person in the world to say goodbye to me."
"Who was the first person?"
Mo Xi looked at him silently for a while, and said, "It's also you."
Gu Mang was a little surprised: "There are two of me?"
"... That's not what I meant. Forget it, it's no use telling you."
After Gu Mang was surprised, he added: "Then you should go and ask more people, there will be many people saying hello."
There is no one else. From a long time ago, he would never speak to a second person like this again, and no one would be able to communicate with him like that again.
His indifference, alienation, and bone-chilling ice had already pushed people who tried to approach him to the cliff.
Mo Xi thought of himself when he was a teenager, of Gu Mang who was washing dishes in a small restaurant, of Xianjun, and of Mengze. In the end, thinking of the year when the Dongting Lake was full of war, he knelt in the smoke like a beggar and begged Gu Mang to turn back. He thought that the old scars on his chest began to ache, those who betrayed him, or those who betrayed him, are now washing away in the autumn waters of Rouge Lake.
He closed his eyes, and his heart was bitter. The hoarseness of his voice made him startled.
"Gu Mang, do you know? Actually, we have a lot of secrets that we haven't 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 spit them out. Slowly, his urge disappeared.
He was like a ghost who had his tongue pulled out because of his evildoing. All the bitterness could only be swallowed in his stomach, and he was used to swallowing in his stomach.
Suddenly, Gu Mang said:
"Don't tell me, I won't listen."
Mo Xi raised his head: "Why?"
In the evening breeze, Gu Mang brushed away the broken hair in front of him. He leaned against the wooden pillar of the covered bridge and looked at Mo Xi sideways: "Because you didn't want to tell me."
"… "
"And if I do know you, then maybe I'll remember it myself. So, no need."
He covered his ears: "I don't listen."
"..." Mo Xi looked at him with his ears folded, and was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled. It was the first time in a long time that he was actually laughing, not "sneering", "sarcastically", "perfunctorily" or "smiling."
Mo Xi leaned against the wooden post and laughed for a while. Gu Mang looked at him, slowly and hesitantly put down the hand covering his ears, but then raised it again. Only this time, he raised his hand and touched Mo Xi's face.
Tentacles cool.
Logically speaking, Mo Xi should be angry and dodge.
But in this light and sound of paddles, it tortured him for a whole day, maybe more than a whole day, in the pain that has tormented him since Gu Mang's betrayal, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything cruel. .
He even felt a little wet at the end of his eyes.
"Princess." In the end, Gu Mang said in a low voice, and suddenly said without thinking, "Can I have your name on the back of the sign?"
"Because I seem to be a good person?"
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 clenched by a sharp claws, and it was even difficult to breathe.
Gu Mang said: "I don't know what the Lord is. But... it sounds good, I want you to be."
Mo Xi looked at him for a long time, but he couldn't tell what he felt. His heart was a thousand times more complicated than the overturned five-flavor bottle. In the end, he probably used more restraint than ten million times. 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 before asking, "Can't you see that I hate you?"
Gu Mang said in a daze: "What is hate?"
"Looking into my eyes, I wish I could eat your blood, sleep on your skin, and torture you to the death with my own hands, making you want to die." Mo Xi stared at him, word for word, "This is hate. ."
Gu Mang really looked into his eyes, the distance was very close, his eyes were fixed on his eyes, and his breath was lingering.
Mo Xi vaguely felt that something was wrong, and just as he was about to push him away, he heard Gu Mang say, "But... you look very uncomfortable... it hurts a lot."
"Does it hurt to hate me?"