have a guest.
Mo Xi was so angry that he left, and he was so disgusted.
A mouthful of angry blood was surging in his chest, and his hands trembled with hatred.
But what should he hate
Do you blame those who came to flip the Gu Mang brand? They just spend money for fun.
Hate Wang Shujun? He just insulted the offender according to his purpose.
So he could only resent Gu Mang.
It was Gu Mang who suffered on his own, and ended up where he is today. It's not enough to be rotten by yourself, and you have to suffer together with him.
Mo Xi stared at the bright red words on the sign. The red color seemed to be some kind of stubborn disease, and it was easily stained at the bottom of his eyes.
He suddenly felt how familiar all this was, like a repeat of a nightmare.
Many years ago, it was also a brothel, and Gu Mang was also inside the room, while he was standing outside in agony.
At that time, he had just finished his appointment and returned from abroad, but when he heard that Gu Mang was in a daze after being cut from power by the new emperor, he actually spent all day drinking and drinking in the Spring House Flower Pavilion - he didn't believe it.
But when he gasped like a fool and stood in the dim light and shadow, passed through the sound of Yan Yuying, and pushed open the heavy sandalwood door of the wing, he still saw the figure in the depths of the wing.
The face is still the same face, but the person seems to be no longer that person.
Gu Mang was lying in the depths of the soft tent, surrounded by pearls and greenery. The warm smoke in the golden beast was burning bit by bit, and the light blue smoke rose up, making everything blurry. Hearing the movement, he opened his blurred eyes and glanced at Mo Xi with his dark eyes - but it was as if he couldn't see the anger and sadness on his old friend's face, he just chuckled.
Mo Xi felt that something was broken in his heart along with Gu Mang's wild smile.
"Just go to bed, you can go to bed with anyone. Then do what you do seriously." That's what Gu Mang told him at the time.
Gu Mang never cared about this, so he could hold his uneasy face while panting on his bed, and comforted him by saying, "It's alright, brother Gu Mang is rough and fleshy, you can do whatever you want." If the younger brother likes it, if the younger brother wants to... then it's okay... you can work harder...
In those crazy years of entanglement, Gu Mang also muttered his name absentmindedly when he was tortured to the point where he couldn't help crying, and choked and said I love you.
But he may not be serious.
So later, he could lie in the gentle village with a smile, no matter what happened in the past.
You are too stupid.
Like a silly boy, he took all the love words between the pillows seriously.
"What's so great about it?"
After seeing the abandonment of the new king, the path Gu Mang chose was not to cheer up. Perhaps the things your Majesty has done and the death of some people have shattered his soul, and he wants to live in a quagmire.
Tobacco, spirits, women.
Whatever can release the most dreams, he drowns himself there. Only in those mirrors, he is still his Gu Shaoshuai, and his siblings and bloody years have never been far away from him.
At this moment, there were faint voices in the room of Luomei Bieyuan, and Mo Xi only felt breathless. He turned around abruptly, walked to the end of the veranda, and panted for the outside. The slender fingers pinched on the window lattice, and actually pinched a broken mark on the lattice wood.
bitch.
Mo Xi's eyes were flushed, and he silently stared at the long night in front of him.
These two extremely mean words suddenly appeared in his heart. This was the first time in his life that he thought of such vicious words to describe a person.
Gu Mang, this bitch.
He used to think he knew Gu Mang very well, he thought he knew Gu Mang better than anyone else, he used to be so stupid, he took Gu Mang in his heart as the most cherished person in his life.
He used to be so dumb, and Gu Mang clearly taught him that going to bed doesn't mean anything, and going to bed many times can only mean that they like each other's bodies. But he still uncontrollably regarded the other party as a lover who would never fail. He is old and stubborn in this regard, and no one can pull back his stubborn temper.
That's why he once trusted Gu Mang so firmly, even if Gu Mang pointed it out later, he stood in the main hall of Chonghua Palace and said to everyone - I, Mo Xi, swear with my life that Gu Mang will not betray the country.
But Gu Mang lied to him.
Gu Mang blamed him.
Bear his trust again and again, bear his expectations day after day.
In the end, he even pierced his chest with his own hands, telling him that there was no turning back.
He had thought nothing could get any worse.
Who would have thought that now, Gu Mang could still crush his broken heart——
Before entering Luomei Bieyuan, Mo Xi actually had a faint hope in his heart. He hoped that Gu Mang would still be the tough Gu Mang, An Neng lowered his eyebrows and urged the powerful and powerful, which made me unhappy. If so, his heart, which had long been scarred by Gu Mang's stab, might be somewhat comforting.
But Gu Mang didn't even give him this consolation.
Mo Xi felt that the bones hidden in his flesh and blood were trembling with hatred, trembling with hatred.
Gu Mang was really trying to survive, so he could endure so far... How could he be able to...
With a bang, the door opened.
Mo Xi's back was suddenly tense, like a hawk waiting to be hunted. He didn't look back, but he knew that the voice came from Gu Mang.
Someone walked out of Gu Mang's house swearing, spat thick phlegm on the ground, and while cursing, walked down the stairs with heavy steps. There was a pungent smell of alcohol in the veranda.
The guest who left was a drunken alcoholic.
Mo Xi's nausea became more and more severe. He stood there, trying his best to suppress the raging flames of anger in his chest.
After a while, until the smell of the wine has dissipated and can no longer be smelled. He just lifted his head and closed his eyes. Then he slowly opened his eyes and returned to Gu Mang's room with an almost weird calmness.
He paused, raised his black leather military boots, and pushed open the carved lacquer door that had been closed not long ago.
He finally entered his room.
The room was very dark, only an oil lamp was lit, and there was still the stomach-churning smell of alcohol. Mo Xi walked in with a sullen face, glanced at it, and there was no one there.
Sweep again, halfway through, and notice the thin sound of water behind the screen.
Gu Mang was taking a bath.
This knowledge was knocked down like a sap, knocking him dizzy. He was about to go crazy, the blood flowed upstream, reddening his eyes. He bit his lip and turned his head to the side, his fingernails had already sunk into his palm, and he barely managed to hold back the monstrous anger.
But what does Gu Mang have to do with him now? ! Whether he was bullied or tortured, even if he was...
He didn't know he could be so angry, and the resentment increased with the years.
In order not to let himself lose his temper, Mo Xi sat down in front of the small round table and closed his eyes silently.
After a while, I saw Gu Mang, what should I say
He gnashed his teeth in silence for a long time, and he didn't even notice when the sound of the water stopped.
It wasn't until the candle in the room was lit again that he suddenly returned to his senses, turned his head and opened his eyes, and saw a young man in a white single-clothed looking at him quietly by the lampstand, and he didn't know how long he had been there.
The face was still the same as I remembered.
Just a little thinner.
No one spoke for a while.
The young man stood silently, his clothes were loose, his neck was shackled with magic spells, his feet were bare, his jet-black hair was not combed, and it fell obediently over his shoulders, which made his face pale and thin, so his eyes were extraordinarily special. clear. He has just washed himself, and now his hair is dripping drop by drop, from the neck, to the collarbone, to the chest... Suddenly hidden in the shadow covered by the clothes, he can no longer see it, leaving only a few faint lines. Wet marks.
Gu Mang.
Gu Mang…
The stillness in the room was terrifyingly terrifying, making the sound of love between the men and women next door extremely harsh.
Mo Xi's eyes were still slightly red, and the knuckles he squeezed were shaking. He stared at the man, his throat was twitching, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
Finally saw it again. See you again at last.
There are so many questions in my mind before, but none of them can be thought of anymore.
The only scene that flashed in front of his blurry eyes was the scene on the warship many years ago. Gu Mang was wearing the blue-gold scarf he had snatched on his forehead, the bloody bayonet raised his cheek, and looked at him with complicated eyes. Tell him, I will really kill you.
At that time, Mo Xi felt that maybe this was the end of the two of them.
But now, Gu Mang stood in front of him again, his eyes were very calm, and he looked at him silently.
It's ridiculous to say, the hatred is so deep, but at this moment, Mo Xi was actually disappointed that he didn't notice Gu Mang's appearance in time, so that he missed Gu Mang's first glance when he saw him.
But now Gu Mang is calm and unwavering, just like watching every guest who has walked into his room in the past two years, without any emotion that Mo Xi is familiar with.
Such a peaceful reunion.
The tranquility is a bit unusual.
The two looked at each other for a while, then Gu Mang walked over and sat down beside Mo Xi.
Probably this calm behavior was beyond Mo Xi's expectations. Although his face was still motionless, he subconsciously stepped back a little.
"you… "
Gu Mang suddenly picked up a bundle of small bamboo slips from the table and handed it to him silently.
Mo Xi didn't know what to say, but he still took it and opened the bamboo slip by the faint candlelight. He glanced at ten lines and swept the content above, but felt a burst of blood heat and a burst of cold blood.
In the end, he closed his eyes and threw the bamboo slip on the table!
with a snap.
Tranquility was shattered.
"...Gu Mang." Mo Xi stared at him, still holding back, but the melt in his eyes became more and more intense, and his knuckles rattled, "Fuck you, crazy?"
"You have to choose."
Gu Mang opened his mouth.
After so long, when they met again, his first sentence was actually these three words. How can you say so indifferently.
He picked up the bamboo slip again and handed it to Mo Xi again: "Choose one."
"What do you think I'm here for?!"
Gu Mang seemed to only be able to say one word: "Choose."
Mo Xi was so angry that he almost ascended into the sky, his chest was heaving, his bright black pupils were full of anger, and the red in his eyes became more and more prosperous, anger, disappointment, hatred, and sadness were all reflected in his eyes. blood in.
He took the bundle of small bamboo slips, and after a while, threw them on the table again.
The bamboo slip was knocked open, and the price of Luomei Bieyuan was listed upright on it, from chatting, accompanying wine, to venting anger, abuse, to... to...
Mo Xi suddenly turned his eyes away.
"If you don't choose, what should I do?"
Mo Xi was almost driven mad by him, but he was still enduring. He was really irritable, but he was also really able to endure.
Gu Mang looked at him calmly, his eyes like an ancient well: "Didn't you come to prostitute me?"
"..."
Mo Xi's face froze.
He couldn't believe that one day the word would fall on his head.
He even felt his stomach start to cramp.
"Gu Mang, you..."
"Everyone is here to do these things." Gu Mang said, "If you don't do it, what are you doing here?"
For the third time, he pulled the bamboo slip over, lifted it, and unfolded it in front of Mo Xi.
"Choose, or go."
"… "
The author has something to say: "Before and After"
in front of people—
Mo Xi: I don't care about Gu Mang.
Mo Xi: We have broken up.
Mo Xi: Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with me.
after people—
Mo Xi: You blame me.
Mo Xi: Always give up.
Mo Xi: If you're not serious, why are you trying to hook me up? ! ! ! !
Gu Mang: ... Friends, learn it, no matter how long legs, handsome face, or good job a man has, he shouldn't go to bed casually, otherwise he still wants you even though he slept with you. responsible for him orz...