The nuclear boat was soaring in the sky of floating clouds, and the speed of the painting boat was as fast as it was, but the distance was far away. Obviously, Murong Chuyi's disgust for Jiang Yexue had reached the extreme, and he was not even willing to drive together.
At dusk, the setting sun falls into the depths of the sea of clouds, and the rays of light flowing by the boat are like rivers in the world. Gu Mang had never seen the world, so he kept looking at the side of the boat. In those blue eyes that were washed by the rain, the golden crow was reflected in the west at one time, and the mountains and rivers were reflected at the next time.
Just as he was looking vigorous, something suddenly poked his calf twice.
Gu Mang turned his head, he didn't see anyone at first, his eyes lowered, only then did he see that it was a ceramic servant who had been cast a spell and could walk and move. The servant's drawing was very crude, with one eye high and the other low, and the nose and mouth were crowded together. Gu Mang looked amused and laughed out loud: "Who pinched this? Hahaha, this is too much. Ugly!"
The bamboo curtain of the cabin lifted and fell, and Jiang Ye, dressed in white, came out from inside. Sitting on a wooden wheelchair where spiritual power circulated, he said to Gu Mang, "You pinched it."
"… "
Seeing Gu Mang's surprised and confused look, Jiang Yexue smiled: "It was a long time ago, when you were still in the army, you saw that I was pinching a clay figurine, so I had to follow it. It's just that you were impatient at that time. That's great, I always do things on a whim, and if you pinch half of it with me, you'll be annoyed, and you'll just make a perfunctory picture of your facial features."
"It turns out that..."
Gu Mang looked at the ugly pottery figurine, thinking that it came from his own hands, and his feelings were a little subtle.
And this pottery figurine does look a little old, and some of the paint has lost its color. It circled around Gu Mang, opened and closed its mouth crookedly, and said clumsily, "Eat, eat."
Gu Mang touched the depths of his sleeves and said helplessly, "I didn't bring anything delicious. Besides, you are a man made of clay, what do you want to eat?"
The ugly pottery figurine still insisted: "Eat, eat!"
Gu Mang thought to himself, this stubborn and wrinkled look was a bit like Mo Xi. However, these words can only be thought about in his heart. No matter if Mo Xi's deity knows it, or if he knows about those women in Chonghua who are infatuated with Xihe Jun, it will be enough for him to drink a pot. Gu Mang dismissed it: "I don't have anything to feed you, so let's go."
The ugly pottery figurine stretched out a small hand and dragged him: "Eat, eat!"
Jiang Yexue smiled and said, "It's not asking you what you want to eat, it's asking you to eat in the cabin."
Gu Mang originally thought that this kind of "long trip" could only be stuffed with dry food at will, but he didn't expect that he could actually sit down to eat. He couldn't help but wonder, "Did you make the meal?"
"no."
"Forget it." Gu Mang shook his head like a rattle, "Xi Hejun's work is impossible to enter."
Jiang Yexue said, "I put a few of these little clay figurines in the nuclear boat, and I cast some spells on them, and they cook all the food. Although it's just a bland meal, but..." He paused and smiled. , "It's still better than what Xi Hejun did."
Gu Mang was relieved, but then he turned his head and glanced at the painting boat far away, and asked, "We're not calling Xiaolong... Cough, why don't we call Mr. Murong to eat?"
"Little uncle, he won't come." Jiang Yexue's expression darkened slightly, and it looked dim in the dark of the setting sun. With a flick of his fingertips, the wooden wheelchair turned around and entered the cabin, "Let's go."
There are also two clay figures in the cabin busy back and forth, serving dishes and pouring tea. But the two of them were much better looking than the one made by Gu Mang. The nose was the nose and the eyes were the eyes. One was a man and one was a woman.
The dishes on the table are indeed not excellent, but they are refreshing and delicious, and the tea is also clear and sweet. Gu Mang didn't like drinking tea, so Jiang Yexue also prepared a pot of warm wine.
Mo Xi said, "Drink less."
Jiang Yexue said warmly, "Xiangxue wine is not easy to get drunk. If he likes it, you can leave it to him."
Gu Mang licked his lips and smiled naively.
Mo Xi glanced at the wet tip of his tongue that he stretched out to lick his lips, and said a little displeased: "Elder Qingxu, he is guilty, why should you treat him with the courtesy of the past."
But having said that, Gu Mang still left.
It is true that Xiangxue wine is not easy to get drunk, but wine is wine after all. Gu Mang was greedy for a while, and felt that the sweetness was very delicious. After drinking more, it was still a bit over the top. In addition, the food made by the small pottery figurines tasted different. Vegetables and soups are also made by them. In order to see how clumsy the pottery figurines looked when scooping rice, Gu Mang was stunned to stuff three more bowls than usual.
After eating, they each went back to their cabins to rest. Due to the unstable spiritual flow of Gu Mang, there was a case where the spiritual energy ran rampant when under Murong Lian's hands, and their nuclear boat was flying in the high sky, so there was no danger. Mo Xi had to try his best. I watched him all the time, so that night, Gu Mang and he slept in the same cabin.
"So full..." Gu Mang groaned while holding his stomach, and fell headfirst on the bed.
"Get up." Mo Xi was obsessed with cleanliness, so he dragged him and forced him, "Go take a shower and then sleep."
Gu Mang refused: "I don't wash."
"If you don't wash it, roll on the deck to lay the floor."
Gu Mang really hugged the quilt, ready to go to sleep on the deck.
Mo Xijian raised his eyebrows angrily, dragged him back, and said sharply, "Who told you to go out? Lie down."
Gu Mang's eyes were sleepy, his blue eyes seemed to float on the surface of a misty lake: "Can I not take a bath?"
"cannot."
"Please, Xihejun..."
"Can't."
"Owner."
"no."
"Princess."
"Are you making me angry on purpose?"
Gu Mang pouted and said aggrievedly, "Good junior brother..."
"..." Mo Xi rubbed his back molars, "Gu Mang, please wake me up!"
Gu Mang's eyebrows were about to wrinkle, and he slowly shrank: "I really don't want to wash... I don't have the strength... Would you help me wash it?"
Originally, Mo Xi was still as stern as a strict teacher, but he was caught off guard by such a retort, and he was suddenly speechless and looked rather awkward.
In this way, the majesty of reprimanding people instantly weakened by three points.
"...don't even think about it."
Gu Mang sighed, fell on the bed, and fell on the quilt. It seemed that he planned to sleep like this. Mo Xi had nothing to do with him, so he had to go to the grooming place to take a shower and change into clean clothes.
He thought that Gu Mang was deliberately cheating because he didn't take a bath. But when he came back, he saw Gu Mang huddled in the depths of the bed, covering his stomach and frowning, groaning in a low voice, his soft black hair hanging down beside his pale cheeks.
At this time, it was no longer necessary to dress up again. Mo Xi was startled for a moment, realizing that he was really uncomfortable. So he wiped his wet hair, walked to Gu Mang's bed, lowered his head and asked him, "What's the matter? Still uncomfortable?"
Gu Mang's slender eyelashes trembled, and he opened a slit slightly. His blue eyes were filled with some water vapor. He glanced at Mo Xi feebly, and muttered, "Well.
"..." Mo Xi was silent for a while, then spit out a word, "Yes."
But he still sat down beside Gu Mang, and waved to Gu Mang with a sullen face: "Come here."
Gu Mang hesitated for a moment, thinking in his heart that this person would not be able to offend him on weekdays, but now that he is weak and weak, he can't afford to offend him even more. If a hero does not suffer immediate losses, if he wants to get out, he can get out. So he rolled twice on the bed, rolled to Mo Xi's hand, and sighed: "Do you want to roll again?"
Mo Xi said, "Lie down and don't move."
Gu Mang lay flat like a salted fish.
But his clothes were already messy by this time, and the collar was wide open, revealing a large area of tight skin with old scars. Mo Xi glanced at it, his eyes were a little dark, he raised his hand and closed Gu Mang's collar again, and then put his hand on Gu Mang's stomach and slowly rubbed it.
Gu Mang pursed his lips twice: "Princess, are you punishing me for eating too much?"
Mo Xi said angrily, "What do you think?"
This is really not to blame for Gu Mang's villainous heart. The main reason is that Mo Xi is too stubborn, and he went back and forth before to make Gu Mang sad too many times, so Gu Mang felt that his slightly forceful rubbing was also a form of punishment. One, but this method is not too sad, although it feels weird when being rubbed, but the stomach discomfort actually softened with this massage.
Gu Mang was lying on the bed, and gradually his eyes became a little hazy. In the end, he tilted his head, leaned his face against Mo Xi's arm, and fell into a drowsy sleep.
That night, he dreamed again, and those lost memories shone dimly in his rusted mind.
He dreamed of the low tent, the howling wind outside the tent, the smell of pear blossoms in his nostrils, and the honey-like smell on Mo Xi's body.
It's the night of the weak crown.
Before, he only dreamed that Mo Xi kissed him, and then the memory was interrupted, so that for a long time, Gu Mang was confused about what happened next, and why the state of the two of them made him feel hot and uneasy. . At this moment, perhaps because of the alcohol's intoxication, and Mo Xi was helping him massage his throbbing stomach by his bed, the powerful rhythm seemed to coincide with another rhythm in his memory. .
Just like the clouds and the mist disperse, he suddenly remembered.
It was on this night that he carried a spring picture from an old book stand, full of anger, and planned to give Junior Brother Mo a gift of coming of age, but he didn't expect to set himself on fire, and was dragged by Mo Xi and fell on the marching couch...
The sturdy wooden board made an abnormal creaking sound under them, he was trapped under Mo Xi's entire cage, his nose was filled with the other party's breath, and he had nowhere to go.
He didn't remember what Mo Xi said to him at that time, he only knew that by the time he reacted, Mo Xi's hands were already loosening his girdle - those hands were tense, like a boy was tearing down his longing for a long time. congratulations.
As for Gu Mang himself, it was not much better at the time. He even felt that he was more nervous than Mo Xi, because he had always been able to handle Mo Xi with ease. He was a tolerant and protector, and he belonged to Mo Xi "elder brother".
But when he was tightly oppressed by the heavy body of this young man, he suddenly felt that his long-standing position had been reversed. For the first time, he noticed that the little boy he loved and protected, who was afraid of being hurt by others, was not as obedient and obedient as he imagined.
Instead, it was a man with broad shoulders and an amazing strength. Before that, he actually felt that this man needed and only needed his guidance and protection.
His Adam's apple twitched, he licked his wet lips, his eyes moved uneasily from side to side, he wanted to try to find his familiar brotherhood, but he couldn't find it.
What reflected in his eyes was Mo Xi's emotional face at that time.
On that handsome, young, ascetic face, a haze of erotic desire shrouded, so that Mo Xi's usual cold and restrained black eyes looked a little confused, like a young beast that had fallen into a desire trap by mistake.
Hina means youthful, reckless, with endless power to break.
Beast means nature, ambition, and boundless desire to vent.
Gu Mang was stared at by those eyes, staring straightly, the silk fell, like a shell being pried open, revealing the trembling fresh mussels and the secret deep sea breath.
The soft mussel meat was grasped by the hot fingers, the feeling made him unable to hold his breath and let out a low panting, he swallowed in his throat, and then slowly opened his moist eyes... He saw Mo Xi's appearance at this moment— That's really... that's really exciting and terrifying.
The young man had a broad chest and a thin waist with even muscles. At that time, Mo Xi didn't have many scars on his body. Especially the heart. At that time, Mo Xi's heart was still intact, and there was no wound that Gu Mang stabbed himself later.
Gu Mang looked at this powerful body, the air around him seemed to be stagnant, and the pressure made him unable to breathe.
He didn't know how things could turn out like this.
It was clearly the person he wanted to protect, but he took him with a strong and unequivocal attitude as a possessor. He drank too much wine at that time and couldn't undertake too many details, but he could easily regain the feeling of being cut open by his junior brother.
It hurts. very painful.
At that time, Mo Xi was too young and too reckless. He had held back for so long not to possess the man he had been thirsty for for a long time. When he finally couldn't hold back, that long-suppressed desire for love was actually close to revenge. Earth is erupting.
Gu Mang remembered that he seemed to have said a lot of nonsense at the time. For the sake of face, to be able to get along peacefully the next day, or for something else, he seemed to endure the pain and endure the collapse and pain, and kept saying that he had played countless times. men and women. Mo Xi was not good at this and didn't know how to do it. Hearing Gu Mang say this, he became more and more restless, and his strength became more and more out of control.
He remembered that Mo Xi later picked him up and made him half lean on the head of the bed.
Under the candlelight, the young man's eyes were slightly red, and the redness was due to anger, unwillingness, lust, and grievance...
The young man held his face, kissed his cheek, and finally got up and looked down at him from top to bottom. That handsome, ascetic face was almost unfamiliar to him because of paranoia and love.
Before he completely invaded him, he said a sentence: "Senior brother, look at me well, and then look down at yourself... I don't care how many people you have dated before, I want you to see clearly..."
The unresolved excitement that was about to be demanded was accompanied by the youth's deep, sad, lustful eyes.
"Who are you here..." Mo Xi pressed him, the creepy wetness was so clear and palpable, his hoarse voice almost slammed into the depths of Gu Mang's soul along with his love, "The first one man."
Gu Mang groaned, his neck lifted up weakly, he trembled, his soul seemed to be torn to pieces, his eyes were wide open with trembling, his tears flowed, that waist that would never fold on the battlefield, suddenly It softened, and the eyes were dazzled.
He couldn't realize anything, the pain, heat, and breathing could burn people, and his heartbeat was like thunder. He felt that his limbs and bones were trembling, and his flesh and blood were burning.
When he came to his senses, he opened his wet eyes wide, watching the light and shadow flow on the ceiling of the tent, as if the Tianhe was passing over the entangled souls of the two, everything was chaotic.
Gu Mang remembered that he was under the control of Mo Xi. At first, the man's emotions were restrained, but later on, the young man's desire was overwhelmed, and the heat burned like wildfire. Realized love binds them together. He felt that he was like the ooze in the opponent's hand, his limbs were soaked in spirits, turned into a stream of flames in the scorching air, and went away with his consciousness.
His memory was a little messy, but he could still recall Mo Xi's sexy lips that were slightly open and panting, and Mo Xi's deep voice in his ear, and how fierce and perfect it was in the dim light body of.
What is this doing
What did these actions bring to them and what it meant... Gu Mang now has no idea. He only felt the same excitement in the dream of this memory.
But the irritating force was accompanied by such a heavy unease, which made Gu Mang feel at a loss.
Such entanglement, intimacy—what does it mean? Is it some kind of contract, or some kind of possessive oath
Mo Xi said, you can see clearly who is your first man.
That tone, paranoid and sad, warm and frenzied... just tormented his heart so frankly.
I don't remember how long this dream lasted, but in the end everything was blurry and sticky, with chaotic light and shadow. But at a certain moment, an overly strong wave surged up, Gu Mang couldn't help but let out the same hoarse whisper as he remembered: "... Teacher, Junior Brother... You..."
As if stepping on the air, Gu Mang suddenly opened his eyes.
He gasped violently, and after the violent trembling descended like a tidal wave, his whole body was soaked with sweat, his wet lips were slightly parted, his whole body was trembling, and his blue eyes raised hazy—
His eyes were still confused and helpless.
Soggy.
He didn't know what was going on, this was a feeling he had never felt before. In the past, dreams were dreams, and waking up was waking up. He had never had such a strong sense of illusion after waking up.
He slowed down in place for a while, was still for a while, and panted for a while before his breathing gradually slowed down, and his blue eyes gradually gained focus.
He slowly raised his head.
Still on the nuclear boat, still in the cabin. The tent and the youth they were when they were gone, he finally returned to reality. Gu Mang swallowed his throat, like an abandoned dog who just swam ashore from the cold lake, and slowly raised his moist blue eyes.
It was Mo Xi's obviously stiff face in the light of the candles.
Gu Mang's fingertips were still trembling, and he murmured awkwardly, "Mo Xi?"
"… "
He still didn't know why: "I... what's wrong with me...?"
He said, looking down at his hands, at his sweat-soaked clothes, and...
Gu Mang didn't need to describe his symptoms in detail, Mo Xi's eyes swept under him, and he had a panoramic view of all the embarrassment and wetness on his trousers, and then fell into an even more eerie silence.
The author has something to say:
"If you let the characters play TV shows"
Mo Xi: I chose "Harry Potter" because the only person with a split soul there was Voldemort, so Gu Mang would not be able to split his soul.
Gu Mangmang: I choose "A Bite of China". (Interviewer Cai Bao: ??? The protagonist in that is food, do you want to dress up as boiled meat??)
Jiang Fuli: I choose "Life of Fortune".
Murong Lian: I choose "Golden Triangle", I can take the opportunity to smoke more A+ cigarettes.
Jiang Yexue: I choose "Four Gods", I can still use a wheelchair.
Murong Chuyi: I choose "Doraemon".
Yue Chenqing: I chose "A Dream of Red Mansions", I played Jia Baoyu, and my uncle played Lin Daiyu. (Caibao: Your thoughts are dangerous.)
Hua Po An: Do I need to choose? I only live in legends, well, then I choose "Teacher's Temptation"... No this drama? Well, then "Naruto", after all, it is also called "Slayer Ninja", which fits my character.
Shen Tang: I'm free, as long as you don't let me play "Confucius", it's all a lie.