Hate me, will it hurt you
"… "
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Mo Xi closed his eyes abruptly, only to feel that his lungs had been pierced by an invisible knife, and his heart was full of blood. All over the place is gorgeous.
Since returning to Chonghua, Gu Mang has seen nothing but hateful, scolding and making things difficult. He has never seen Mo Xi's expression before, so he hurriedly said, "Then I don't want you to be me. Lord, don't be unhappy."
"… "
"Don't hate me, if you don't hate me, will it stop hurting?"
The water on the lake blew the thin lines, and the broken lights and shadows were like twinkling stars.
"… Too late."
After a long time, Mo Xi answered him hoarsely: "Gu Mang, one day, you will die in my hands. ... You and I are destined to be different from each other, I swore it."
He turned his head, his handsome face so indistinct in the red light of the flickering lantern.
"And I'm not a good person at all. It was my brother who misunderstood me from the beginning."
After hearing his words, Gu Mang nibbled away the last bit of buns, and then reached out and touched himself.
Seeing his inexplicable act, Mo Xi asked, "What are you doing?"
Gu Mang touched the placket of his clothes, then raised his head and said, "It's dry." After that, he pulled Mo Xi's hand, wanting Mo Xi to touch it too, but Mo Xi naturally refused and shook his hand away. , frowned and said, "What are you making a fool of?"
"Strange. I'm obviously dry, why do you call me wet breasts?"
Mo Xi: "..."
In fact, what Mo Xi said was right. He was not a perfect person. Gu Mang had seen his wolf ambitions, his reckless impulsiveness, his hesitation and loss of control. Not only have they seen it, but they have also embraced it.
But now Gu Mang had buried the past of the two of them, and he was the only one standing alone in this besieged city, resentful because he couldn't extricate himself.
"Then why do you have to hate me?"
"...Because in the past, I made a lot of mistakes with you." On the way back that day, when chatting with each other, Mo Xi said to Gu Mang, "It's so wrong."
But when Gu Mang asked him what was wrong, he remained silent.
In fact, he did not do "many" wrong things as he said. As for Gu Mang, he really felt that there was only one thing he did wrong.
That is to fall in love with Gu Mang.
It was a crime that could not be punished, but he repeated the mistake many times, like a hopeless fool who hung himself from a tree countless times while angrily reminding himself that he must never do it again.
That night, Mo Xi was lying on the bed staring at the dark-lined curtain, thinking, why not just kill Gu Mang with one knife? Why don't you cut the mess with a quick knife and make it white? Now that you are like this, what is the picture
Later, he figured it out. He hoped that Gu Mang could recall the past, perhaps not only because he wanted Gu Mang to be able to give an answer to the betrayal back then, but also because he wanted to hear Gu Mang regret watching Gu Mang cry.
He probably wanted Gu Mang to question him, to question himself some secrets that only the two of them knew. Yelling at him, roaring at him, even if they fight each other in blood and fight to the death.
It's better than now that he only has one person's shoulders, but he has to carry the memories of two people.
"Gu Mang." In this silent curtain, there was a faint sigh, "After all, you are more ruthless than me."
After a period of time like this, Mo Xi paid attention everywhere, but he never saw any trace of Gu Mang's disguise, and the hope became more and more dim. He gradually became a little disheartened, and he became more and more bored with Gu Mang.
"In the past, when Gu Mang appeared, the Lord stared at him. Now, when Gu Mang appeared, the Lord turned his face away." Dog-legged Li Wei concluded, "The Lord is very anxious."
Needless to say, the entire Xihe Mansion felt Mo Xi's anxiety.
It is said that repression makes a person perverted. Mo Xi's grievance has been suppressed for a long time, and his harsh criticism of Gu Mang gradually becomes perverted—
"Why do you have to eat with your hands?"
"You can't do laundry, so how can you put on clothes?"
"Li Wei has taught you how to cook lotus root porridge three times, but you still can't tell the difference between the salt jar and the sugar jar. Are you blind or your tongue is broken?"
There are more and more chores piled up for Gu Mang, but the requirements are getting higher and higher.
The more Mo Xi felt that Gu Mang had no hope of regaining his consciousness, the more manic-depressive he felt towards him. In the end, even the little servants who served Mo Xi personally in the past felt unbelievable.
"Although the lord always keeps his face straight, he will never get angry with us for no reason, and he will never deliberately make things difficult for us... But he is against Gu Mang..."
"Oh, it seems that he really hates Gu Mang."
After a few days, Mo Xi's little servants had all been idle, not because of anything else, but because their distorted character Xi He Jun had already left all personal things to Gu Mang to do.
I have to say that Gu Mang is actually very smart.
Although his consciousness was destroyed once, his ability was not damaged much. After a month, he was able to manage all the things that Li Wei taught him in an orderly manner, and his physical strength was good and his speed was fast. One person can do ten people. Work doesn't complain, never even utters a tired word.
"Look at what the hell he's been living."
The servants gathered together and babbled.
"Wake up at the third watch to chop firewood, and burn fire to cook at the fourth watch. After the Lord wakes up, he goes to clean up the room. No matter how well he cleans up, he will be scolded. After the scolding, he will have breakfast. After scolding, and then the Lord goes to the court, he has to wash and dry the clothes, then polish the floor tiles of the flower hall and kitchen in the hall, and then go to the backyard to feed the fish and weed, and then go to prepare the food for the evening…”
"My God, how should he feel?"
How do you feel
It is estimated that no one will believe it. In fact, Gu Mang has no feelings at all.
The words and sentences he understood were too poor. When Mo Xi scolded him, he could at most understand simple sentences like "are you a pig?", and because he didn't understand propriety, righteousness, and shame, he didn't feel that there was anything to be angry about.
His animal nature made him accustomed to looking at things like an animal. Although Mo Xi always had a bad face towards him, and he talked a lot, but Gu Mang didn't hate him.
Because Mo Xi gave him delicious food every day.
In Gu Mang's eyes, the Xihe Mansion is like the territory of a pack of wolves. Mo Xi is very powerful. He is the alpha wolf. He goes outside once a day, and then he has a "salary", which can be exchanged for food and clothing. Therefore, Gu Mang felt that Mo Xi was a good wolf who knew how to hunt, but he just liked howling a little.
But for the sake of his ability, Gu Mang decided not to despise him.
The division of labor of the wolves is clear, since Mo Xi is going to hunt outside and let himself patrol, clean, and clean the territory, there is nothing wrong with it. There is also cooking. Although cooking is a bit complicated, it took him more than ten days to memorize the words pasted on the bottles, but he is very proud, because now he not only knows "sugar", but also "Salt", and even "rice", "noodle", "oil". He felt that he was very amazing, and it was also thanks to Mo Xi's howls.
As for "vinegar" and "sauce", it is too difficult. He doesn't know it for now, and he has no plans to learn it. Anyway, the smell of vinegar is so strong that he will wrinkle his nose when he smells it, and he will never make a mistake in his life.
He shared prey with Mo Xi every day, and gradually he regarded Mo Xi as a partner in his heart.
Whenever Mo Xi yelled at him, although he didn't say a word, he was a little anxious. He felt that a grumpy wolf would always fall into a trap, and even if he didn't fall into a trap, he would easily lose a lot of hair in anger. The more you get sick, the easier it is to die when you get sick.
He didn't want Mo Xi to die, because Mo Xi was the only one who was willing to share his prey with him after he came to Chonghua.
He wanted to comfort Mo Xi several times to stop him from being so angry, but after walking around Mo Xi twice, he really didn't know how to calm him down, so in the end he could only stand by and listen to Mo Xi. Cursing, while silently wishing Mo Xi a long life.
That way he can eat.
The above is what Gu Mang was thinking.
Fortunately, Mo Xi didn't know about it, otherwise he would have been pissed to death.
As the New Year was approaching, the Military and Political Affairs Office was busy, and Mo Xi was late in returning home for several days. It was already late at night when he returned from the evening banquet, and even Li Wei had already rested.
Mo Xi raised his slender, cold-white hand, loosened his tightly pressed neckline, and walked into the mansion gate with his long legs.
He just drank some wine at the banquet, his expression was a little sullen, and his face with deep facial features looked more impatient than usual. But he has always been self-disciplined, drinking alcohol is only for politeness, not for pleasure, and he will not indulge himself to get drunk, but his chest is somewhat warm and not so comfortable.
He originally planned to wash and sleep just like that, but when he passed by the Osmanthus Flower Hall, he saw Gu Mang squatting by the well, pulling the sleeves of his robe to bathe the big black dog.
"My dear, you will look good after you wash it."
But when the black dog saw Mo Xi, he became disobedient. It broke free from Gu Mang's hand and ran away instantly. Gu Mang stood up, dripping wetly on his arms.
Gu Mang raised his arm and wiped his face, but he didn't wipe it clean, and there was still a pinch of foam on his nose. He grinned. "You're back."
Mo Xi closed his eyes and endured it for a while, but he couldn't help but yell, "Are you a pig?"
He looked at his hands that were a little red from the cold, and thought of Gu Mang, who used to wash dishes and run restaurants to make money to open a small stove for himself, without telling everyone else, and his chest became even more irritable.
"You wouldn't go to the woodshed and burn hot water to wash it?"
"Rice pockets don't like heat."
"Who?"
Gu Mang wiped the dripping water with the sleeve of his robe again: "Rice pocket."
Mo Xi understood that he was talking about the black dog who had been with him since Luomei Bieyuan. Mo Xi was speechless for a while. Gu Mang always took care of what others liked first, and he was always used to accommodating others. , to endure all the inconveniences it brings.
Now he only has this dog brother, so he tolerates the dog's joys and sorrows like a human being.
In the lingering night, Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang's face, the bright moon like frost reflected on his clean face, his pure demeanor, and his peaceful blue eyes.
Mo Xi wanted to say, why are you doing this
But when he moved his lips, what came out was only: "You are really a saint."
He took a shower, washed his clothes, and lay down on the bed, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
Mo Xi felt that he was becoming more and more bewildered recently. He who couldn't get an answer was like a ghost who couldn't get beyond the limit, and he became more and more heartbroken.
Sometimes he would even think that it would be better if Gu Mang died, or if he died, it would be better than this day and night of speculation and torment.
In the middle of the night, it started to snow. Mo Xiku opened his eyes and stared at Wu Yin Chang Ye, his fingers digging at the quilt unconsciously.
All of a sudden, he couldn't hold back any longer, he slammed out the curtain, and didn't even bother to put on his shoes, stepping on the soft white snow.
"Gu Mang!"
When standing in the "holes" made of Taihu Lake stones and shouting angrily inside, Mo Xi felt that he probably really had to find a medical officer to take a look.
"Gu Mang, come out for me!"
The warm curtains rustled, and Gu Mang came out with a sleepy and dazed look on his face, and rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Xi grinded his teeth for a long time, and then said firmly, "It's okay."
Gu Mang yawned and said, "Then I'll go back."
Mo Xi said, "Stop!"
"… what happened again?"
"Something happened."
Gu Mang blinked: "What's the matter?"
Mo Xi said with a dark face, "I can't sleep."
After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't sleep, and you don't want to rest either."
If this were to be replaced by any normal person, they would be shocked and show a ghostly look and shout, "You are sick!"
But Gu Mang was obviously not a normal person, so he just stared blankly for a while, his eyes still a little slack, and then calmly said, "...Oh."
This sound of his was as calm as water in an ancient well, but the water fell into the boiling oil, and the spark burst into the sky in an instant.
Mo Xi suddenly felt a fire of ignorance and karma. It was freezing and snowing. He didn't feel cold at all with his bare feet in a single shirt. Instead, he was extremely hot. He stared at Gu Mang, his eyes were full of fire.
He suddenly grabbed Gu Mang's arm, and in an instant, with great strength, a red mark was drawn on Gu Mang's hand. He pulled Gu Mang over and stared at Gu Mang's face.
"Listen, I'm in a bad mood tonight."
"Then what should we do?" Gu Mang said indifferently, "Will it get better after rubbing it twice?"
"You—!" Mo Xi was at a loss for words, then gritted his teeth and said slowly, "Okay. You're fine....Aren't you stupid? You don't have any dignity, you don't know anything about shame, and you don't remember anything. Is it? Are you not resigned?"
He looked at the confused and loose eyes in the snowy night, and in the blue pupils, he saw his face that had been suppressed to the point of being almost crazy for days.
He thought it was absurd for him to do this, his Adam's apple twitched, trying to restrain his anger going upstream.
But the breath he exhaled was hot and scorching hot.
"That's fine." He clenched his arm tightly, looked down at him and said, "Tonight, come with me."