Sparks lingered in the charcoal basin, and the light blue curtain in the bedroom was hanging down.
Mo Xi sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Gu Mang with dark eyes.
"Get down on your knees," he said.
Kneeling was a gesture Gu Mang had already learned in Luomei Bieyuan, but he didn't like it, not because of self-esteem, but because he didn't understand what those who asked him to kneel wanted from him. Why did he kneel every time as they taught him, but the ferocity on those faces didn't subside, instead, an even more angry blood flowed upstream
He didn't know what he did not do well enough in this attitude.
Gu Mang hesitated for a moment, looked at Mo Xi, and knelt down straight down, beside the bed of Xihe House Master, and kneeling at the man's feet.
He used to not care much about whether others were satisfied with him, but the person in front of him was his job, and it was related to the chicken, duck, and fish on the table tomorrow, so he always hoped that he would be happier.
But Mo Xi didn't seem so satisfied.
"Has anyone told you what it means to kneel down?" Mo Xi suddenly lowered his eyes and said coldly.
Gu Mang shook his head.
"You knelt down, which means surrender, humility, and respect." Mo Xi stared at his face, "but none of this is on your face."
"You just bend your knees, but your back is straight."
Gu Mang didn't speak, and he didn't seem to know what to say. He just knelt like this, blinking in confusion and bewilderment.
The frankness borders on rudeness.
Yes, that's why he angered everyone who made him kneel. Because even though he was kneeling, there was no embarrassment on his face. In the past two years, so many people wanted to see him as lowly, as embarrassed, and as lifeless as death. But no one can do it.
Gu Mang was like a blank piece of paper, calmly accepting all the curses and scolding, his ignorance became his greatest barrier.
Mo Xi suddenly became angry. He grabbed Gu Mang's cheek and leaned over to look into Gu Mang's eyes. The aggression on his body was like a sword.
"Gu Mang, do you really think I can't do anything about you?"
Gu Mang looked at him, but after a while, the response to him was, "Have you been drinking?"
"… "
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly released the two fingers that were holding Gu Mang as if being scalded by fire.
His strength was so great that Gu Mang's porcelain-colored cheeks had been branded with two distinct red marks by his brutality.
Mo Xi turned his face and said gloomily, "What's wrong with you?"
Gu Mang touched his cheek: "There are many people in Luomei Bieyuan who drink. They drink a lot, and then they all become very bad."
"That's called getting drunk." Mo Xi said coldly.
"Then are you drunk?"
Mo Xi turned his head and glared at him: "I'm drunk, can I still talk to you like this?"
"Then have you been drunk?"
"I-"
The snow outside was rustling, and the north wind was howling.
For a moment aphasia, only the charcoal peeled.
I have never been drunk.
I only drank a little bit more, and that time, I was seen by you, I was disturbed by you, I was tolerated by you.
Since then, he has been strict with himself like a ruler, and he has never let himself indulge.
How could you forget. How can you forget
How dare you forget! !
These words boiled in the bottom of my heart, steam rose, but the exit turned into a ruthless sentence.
"My business is not up to you."
Gu Mang was silent.
The two of them in the room looked at each other in silence, Mo Xi stared at Gu Mang, as if he could look straight into Gu Mang's heart through those clear blue eyes.
Then Mo Xi thought again, it would be great if he could look straight in, he really wanted to be able to tear him apart, pierce him, pierce him, and make all the secrets in his bones, the flow of blood, and the dirty soul. Just see clearly.
As long as you see how dirty the man kneeling in front of you is, you will no longer have any nostalgia.
Gu Mang moved his naked toes and suddenly asked, "Do you want me to accompany you, just to accompany you to see each other?"
Mo Xi glared at him: "You think it's beautiful."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
So Mo Xi began to think seriously and viciously, and deliberately stopped staring at Gu Mang.
"You accompany me tonight", this sentence is obviously a little bit saucy, it doesn't sound so serious.
But the two people in the room didn't think about the wrong place.
Mo Xi really didn't want Gu Mang to fall asleep because he couldn't sleep, and Gu Mang also really followed his job with the friendly spirit of being able to sleep together and lose sleep together.
"In this way, you study while I sleep." Mo Xi picked out a book in front of the bookshelf for a while, and threw him a volume of "Fu Sun and Heaven Tribulation".
"I can't read..."
"Didn't Li Wei teach you for a month?" Mo Xi waved his hands angrily and lay down on the bed, "Choose what you know."
"Oh." Gu Mang took over "The Chronicles of Fu Sun and Heaven's Tribulation" and began to read the title of the book aloud, "The Dog Sun is a Warrior."
Mo Xi almost smashed the pillow into his face.
After listening to Gu Mang studying all night, he came to the conclusion that Mo Xi had memorized the book "Four Days and Tribulations" since he was five years old. said book. So in the second half of the night, Mo Xi, who was still unable to sleep, got up with his dark circles under his eyes, stared at Gu Mang for a long time with a sullen expression, and suddenly reached out and pulled him up.
Gu Mang: "Where are you going?"
Mo Xi said, "The study."
Gu Mang had been kneeling for a long time, but he was suddenly lifted up, his feet were numb, he couldn't move, he stumbled two steps, and fell back to the ground.
As soon as he fell, he instinctively wanted to hold on to something, and the one who was in a hurry was Mo Xi who was closest to him, so he hugged Mo Xi's waist.
Although it was a severe winter at this time, the charcoal fire in the bed was full of fire, and Mo Xi was a man with strong blood, so his clothes were very thin. Gu Mang's embrace almost wrapped around his tight and thin waist through a thin layer of underwear. Mo Xi's abdominal muscles rose and fell under his palms with his breathing, and the front of his robe, which had always been straight, was also pulled crooked by him, revealing his well-proportioned chest.
Mo Xi turned his head and looked at him with a gloomy expression.
In fact, if it were any normal woman, or even some men, if they were in Gu Mang's position, they would have been dazed by Xi He-jun's overly powerful aura and physique.
But Gu Mang's old love was gone, and his love as a wolf didn't seem to open at all, so he didn't feel the beauty of the male body in front of him at all, and if he had to tell him what he felt , probably just felt hard and hot, and vaguely made him feel dangerous.
Mo Xi squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Let go."
Gu Mang hugged his waist, looked up at him with blue eyes, and said bluntly, "I can't stand up." He pointed to his leg again, "It's broken."
Mo Xi's face became more and more gloomy: "That's numb, not broken. I told you to let me go!"
Seeing his unkind expression, Gu Mang thought that this person is really easy to be unhappy. He doesn't know how to take care of his companions at all. Thinking of this, he silently let go and struggled to stand up from the ground. And Mo Xi pushed the door without looking back almost as soon as he let go, and walked down the porch to the study.
The walls of the study are quiet and seldom decorated, especially the brazier.
Mo Xi was originally a fire-type spiritual core, and his blood was so hot that he didn't care about being cold at all. He only had a single coat and walked to the desk.
He glanced at Gu Mang, who was patrolling the door, and said, "Get in."
Gu Mang hesitated for a moment, then lay down on the ground.
"… what are you doing."
Gu Mang began to roll from the threshold, one circle, two circles...
Mo Xi's handsome face was a little distorted: "I told you to get out, are you really going to get out?"
Gu Mang sat up from the ground, sighed and said, "Then tell me what to do."
If it weren't for the calm and peaceful look on his face, asking for advice humbly, Mo Xi would almost have thought that it was the rogue army ruffian of the past who was laughing with him.
Mo Xi suppressed his irritability and said, "Come here."
Gu Mang didn't seem to want to make this flammable and explosive companion angry, so he asked, "Don't roll over, right?"
"... come over."
Gu Mang got up from the ground, walked to Mo Xi's side, looked at him quietly, and waited for his next words.
Mo Xi read it on the bookcase, but couldn't find any books suitable for teaching people to read and hyphenate, so he frowned, and simply took only the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread it out on the rosewood table.
"How many words did Li Wei teach you?"
Gu Mang counted with his fingers. After losing ten fingers, his bare feet moved again. He even counted his toes. After doing the math, he found that the words he knew were better than the toes of his hands and feet. The heads add up to more, so I can't help but say proudly, "A lot."
Mo Xi pushed the chair away and said, "Sit down."
Gu Mang sat down and looked at him inexplicably.
Mo Xi folded his arms and leaned against the edge of the sandalwood table. Looking down at him from top to bottom, then with a wave of his hand, the flames in his palm lit all the lights in the study: "I inspect the goods."
"What do you mean by inspection?"
"I say it, you write it."
Gu Mang, who probably still had the bad habits of Luomei Bieyuan, took the pen clumsily, dipped it in a lot of ink, and asked, "I've written it, is there a reward?"
"There is a penalty for bad writing."
Gu Mang's expectant gaze instantly became very nervous, and he asked anxiously, "Don't have food?"
"..." Mo Xi glanced at him, and under the warm yellow light, Gu Mang's thin face was so close, and a pair of blue eyes that were washed by sea water stared at him. After getting along these days, it was hard to see the numbness and alienation in those eyes when they first met again in Luomei Bieyuan.
Little by little human breath returned to Gu Mang's eyes.
But no matter how many times Mo Xi captured it, he failed to capture the slightest trace of Gu Mangcan's memory.
Mo Xi said, "Let's talk about it."
Gu Mang insisted: "You have to have rice. Otherwise, you will be very hungry."
Mo Xi glared at him: "What qualifications do you have to bargain with me? Write."
The clumsy handwriting smeared on the rice paper, Mo Xi said a word, Gu Mang wrote a word, and when he wrote it right, Mo Xi kept silent, and when he wrote it wrong, he scolded him for being stupid.
He first asked Gu Mang to write one two three four five, and then he asked Gu Mang to write his name, his own name.
Later, Rao was insatiable greed, and his mind was in a trance, so he asked Gu Mang to write "Life should be a return, death should be Sauvignon Blanc", and wrote "If you ask about Acacia for a long time, unless you meet."
At the end of the writing, they were all words that Gu Mang would never know, yet he would not let him go, instead pinning him on the chair and not letting him go.
Gu Mang almost felt a little aggrieved: "I won't..."
The lights are dim, and the snow is dreary. Mo Xi looked at the crooked words on his paper, a word of love, everything was wrong. He closed his eyes, walked behind Gu Mang, took the pen and said, "Teach you."
Xuezi hit the window pavilion, Gu Mang sat on the chair, Mo Xi's tall figure leaned down, stroke by stroke, iron and silver hook, beautiful and tall. As he wrote, Gu Mang also followed the gourd and painted the scoop. Halfway through the painting, he couldn't help but sneezed lowly.
Mo Xi stopped the pen on his wrist and looked down at him: "Cold?"
Gu Mang didn't want to make trouble for others, not to mention that the other party was a male, and he was also a male. He had a bit of a competitive instinct, so he shook his head and sneezed again.
Mo Xi said, "Go back and add some clothes. If you freeze to death, you will have to worry about taking care of you."
Gu Mang rubbed his nose and said, "A little bit, not too bad."
Since Gu Mang said so, Mo Xi had nothing to insist on, and if he insisted on it, he seemed to be caring about him. So he taught Gu Mang how to calligraphy as usual.
But as he wrote, Gu Mang was too cold to bear, and he didn't think about it, he instinctively leaned against Mo Xi, the only hot body around him, and leaned again.
Mo Xi was immersed in the words, but he didn't notice Gu Mang's small gesture at first. By the time he reacted, Gu Mang was already like a pack of wolves to keep warm, leaning only a size away from him, he could hide in his arms with a slight movement.
"..." Mo Xi's eyes dimmed, he put the pen down, suddenly pinched his chin, forced him to look up at him, and narrowed his eyes somewhat gloomily and narrowly, "I told you to go back and change your clothes before, you don't want to change. . What do you want to do now?"