Gu Mang was somewhat frightened by the sudden change in his face, and hesitated for a while before he said, "Princess ..."
As if the blood flow from all over the body rushed to the mind, only two words entered the sea like a boulder, shaking the ears and buzzing in the ears, but couldn't say the whole thing for a while, "You, how do you ... how do you ..."
"What, what?"
Mo Xi's fingertips were cold, and he had to raise his hand to grab the tea cup on the table. Then he barely concealed his trembling, and said dumbly, "Why do you call me like this?"
"Oh, Li Wei taught it. He said that the princess is a very noble and high-minded person to take good care of." Gu Mang smiled, "I think you look alike."
"......"
"what happened to you?"
Like falling from a cliff to the bottom of the valley, the kind of trembling is still there, excited but cold.
Mo gritted his teeth, twisted his face away, and said, "... nothing."
After a while, I glanced at Gu Mang's somewhat bewildered expression, Mo closed his eyes and closed his eyes, so I could not bear the pain in my heart and staggered the topic, "Drink your cabbage soup. Don't worry about me."
Gu Man looked down at the boiling water cabbage in the bowl: "But the soup is gone."
"..."
He glanced around the table, then stared at the bowl of Huli Meatball Soup in front of Mo Xi.
"Do you want to taste me?"
Gu Man nodded.
Mo Xi's mood is boring, but his mood is complicated and he doesn't want to lose his temper. He only pushes the soup bowl to Gu Mang: "Here is a whole peppercorn here. It tastes very heavy. You pay attention."
After taking the bowl, Gu Mang shattered the last pot helmet in his hand and dipped in spicy soup. He blew into the bowl, took a spoon, and carefully avoided the curled peppercorns. But it was invincible, or there was a fish that broke the net between his lips and teeth.
He did not respond at first, and even cracked and cracked the hard shell of peppercorns.
The results are conceivable. After Xu Xu, Gu Mang started to spit peppercorns out, his eyes were soggy, and the tip of his tongue was red and uncomfortable. He suddenly pushed the soup bowl away.
"poisonous."
Mo Xi was a stunner first. Couldn't Gu Mang eat spicy food?
But then thought that Gu Mang was eating spicy, which was later practiced. At first, he was unwilling to dip in a little bit red. When Lao Guo destroyed his consciousness, he probably destroyed the tolerance that Gu Mang cultivated the day after tomorrow.
This cognition made him more and more anxious. Even now he still has a glimmer of hope, and hopes that Gu Mang's confusion is pretending, but in these days together, Gu Mang's every move is telling him, no.
The old beasts of the altar were really dead.
What Moxi can have, hate, and retaliate is the embers in front of him.
Mo Xi looked at him with a speechless voice: "No poison."
Gu Meng opened his mouth and spit out his tongue, with grievances all over his face: "I'm poisoned."
"..."
It did n't make sense to explain to him. Mo Xi poured a cup of jasmine herbal tea and handed him: "Drink slowly, and the poison will be relieved."
Gu Mang held the tea cup doubtfully and drank little by little.
"feelling better?"
"Um." Gu Mong nodded, but hesitated to look at the whole table, "No more."
Mo Xi said: "You don't want to eat 'toxic'."
Gu Mangong suddenly pouted his mouth, unhappy a little: "It's not good here, I won't come next time."
Mo Xi looked at his red lips that were numb, and his heart was filled with an impulse to confuse the way. He suddenly said, "... Gu Mang."
"Ok?"
"The first time I invited someone to dinner, I came here. Do you know who that person is?"
Gu Mang thought for a while: "Is it me?"
Mo Xi's eyes were so bright for a moment, but he soon saw the confusion in Gu Mang's eyes, and heard Gu Mang's voice rising in the end.
Gu Mang said, "Are you right?"
Mo did not speak again, closed his eyes silently, sighed, and did not answer again.
After having dinner, two old friends of the past, today's enemies stroll along the Rouge Lake at night, red bridge lanterns hung on the bridge, and cast a dreamy gentle glow on the river.
The berths of the night berthed across, and as soon as the wood pulp hit, the dream shattered into a sparkling light.
Gu Mang walked on the edge of Mo Xi, biting on the roadside before he extinguished the three sacks that he bought for him, and ate his cheeks.
Mo stopped, looking at the river, for a long while, suddenly as if holding the last glimmer of hope, it seemed to just whisper unnecessarily: "... If Lu Zhanxing was not dead, would you not have come to that step ... "
"Which step?"
"..." Mo Xi looked at the sparkling, and said, "Nothing. It doesn't matter if you don't remember, anyway, you are still alive, there is always a turnaround."
"Ok."
"What are you doing?"
"The sister-in-law of Luomei Bieyuan said," I said, "um," I agree with others, and others agree, and others will be happy. "
"..." Mo Xi said, "Why do you want to please me?"
Gu Mang bit his bun again and said, "Because you are a good person."
There was a look on Mo Xi's face, and then he said indifferently: "You really don't look at people and you don't look at people."
Gu Mang swallowed the buns, and a pair of pure and spotless eyes looked at the ink in the paddle sound lamp shadow: "Huh."
"... Can you agree with this?"
"Ok."
"... forget it."
After a while, he reluctantly turned back: "Where am I?"
"wait."
Gu Mang said, leaning his nose over him, a dog-like side of Mo's face, neck, ears smelling. If this scene were to those women who loved Mo Mo, they would be stunned when they saw it, and they would be so strange and intimate by others who were so close.
Doesn't he usually give someone a back smash and then break his ribs?
But they only know one or the other. Mo Xi does not like to be touched by strangers, but Gu Mang must be an exception. Not only because Gu Mang is too simple now, he has no purpose in doing anything, only obeys the childlike nature-he is curious about something, he will put it in his mouth to taste, and if he wants to know something, he will Smell it.
It is because Mo Xi and Gu Mang are the closest people from a long time ago. He has been used to him.
"You have a taste in you," said Gu Mang, "unlike anyone else."
Mo glanced at him: "What smell?"
Gu Mangong shook his head: "I don't know. But ..." He paused, as if trying to get a decent word out of his poor head. Apparently, he failed in the end.
He said, "It's sweet, you smell like a spoonful of honey."
"..."
Mo Xi obviously didn't want to continue this weird conversation with him. He asked, "What else?"
Gu Mang drew half of the bun with both hands: "Only you would buy it for me."
He said, watching Mo Xi with some confusion: "Why do you care so much?"
The ink went out for a moment.
It turned out that the concern on his face was so clear?
In the light of the shadows, Gu Mang's big, long-eyed eyes looked at him, so peaceful and so peaceful.
Mo shook his head and did not answer, but just said, "You are the second person in the world to say that I am good."
"Who was the first person?"
Mo Xi looked at him silently and said, "It's you too."
Gu Mang was a little surprised: "I have two?"
"... I didn't mean it that way. Forget it, I told you nothing."
Gu Mang was surprised and said: "Then you should ask more people. Many people will say hello."
No one else. From a long time ago, he would never say this to a second person again, and no one would be able to deal with him again.
His indifference and alienation, the bitterness of the cold, had already pushed people trying to approach him to the cliff.
Mo Xi thought of himself when he was a boy, thought of Gu Mang who washes dishes in a small restaurant, thought of Xianjun, and thought of Mengze. Finally, thinking of the year of fighting in Dongting Lake, he knelt in the smoke like a beggar and asked Gu Mang to turn around. He thought that the old scars on his chest were beginning to faint. Those who betrayed him, or those he betrayed, were now purging in the autumn waters of Rouge Lake.
He closed his eyes and suffered terribly. The hoarseness of his voice surprised him.
"Gu Mang, do you know? In fact, there are many secrets between us and I have never told anyone, I ..."
He suddenly stopped speaking.
He hadn't done this for almost ten years, so that his words could not spit out in his throat. Slowly, his impulse disappeared.
He is like a wicked ghost who has been mischievous and has his tongue pulled out. All the bitter water can only be swallowed in the stomach. He is also used to swallowing in the stomach.
At this time Gu Mang suddenly heard a sentence:
"Don't tell me, I don't listen."
Mo Chi looked up: "Why."
In the evening breeze, Gu Mang brushed away the broken hair in front of his eyes. He leaned on the wooden pillar of the bridge and looked at Mo Xi: "Because you don't want to tell me."
"..."
"And if I really know you, maybe I will remember it later. So, it is not necessary."
He covered his ears. "I don't listen."
"..." Mo Xi looked at him with his ears folded, and remained silent for a while, then laughed suddenly. This is the first time in a long time that he has laughed really, not "sneerly", "sneerly", "perfunctoryly" or "skinny but not smiling".
Mo leaned against the wooden post and smiled for a while. Gu Man looked at him slowly and hesitantly put down his hand covering his ears, but then raised it again. But this time, he raised his hand and touched Mo's face.
The tentacles are slightly cold.
In theory, Mo Xi should be angry and dodge.
But in the oars and shadows that tortured him all day, maybe more than one day, from the pain of Gu Mang's rebellion, he just twitched his eyelashes, but could not say anything cruel. .
He even felt his eyes moist.
"Princess." Finally, Gu Meng whispered, suddenly said without a thought, "Can you have your name on the back of the sign?"
"Because I seem to be a good person?"
Gu Mang didn't expect to shake his head this time: "No." He said, "Because I seem to ... really know you."
Mo Xi only felt that the whole heart was clenched by a sharp claw, and even breathing was difficult.
Gu Mang said, "I don't know what is Lord. But ... it sounds good, I want you to be."
Mo looked at him for a long while, and couldn't tell what he was like. His heart was more complicated than the five-flavored bottle overturned by thousands of times. In the end, he probably used more restraint than ten million times. He said slowly: "You are far from qualified."
"What is qualified?"
Mo Xi simply changed his words: "I mean, you can't."
Gu Mang thought for a while: "What do I need to pass then?"
Mo couldn't answer, stared at him for a while, and only asked: "Don't you see that I hate you?"
Gu Mang said, "What is hate?"
"You look into my eyes, I hate to eat your blood, sleep on your skin, and torture you to death or to live with your own hands, making you feel bad." Mo Xiling stared at him, word by word, "This is hate . "
Gu Mang really looked into his eyes, the distance was very close, his eyes stared at his eyes, his breath lingering.
Mo Xi vaguely felt something inappropriate, and just when he wanted to push him away, he heard Gu Mang said, "But ... you look uncomfortable ... painful."
"Hate me, will it hurt you?"
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The author has something to say: "Gu Mangmang's fancy nickname"
What kind of nickname does Gu Mangmang give to others ~
Mo Xi-Princess (no problem)
Yue Chenqing——Little white bird (because there is a circle of white wool on the collar)
Jiang Yexue——Great Man (--Simple and Crude)
Murong Chuyi-Little Dragon Girl (because she is white? The big white cat next door wants to talk to you)
The King-Hey Hey (who makes him always unhappy)
Murong Mercy-Old Man (Who did Alian recruit today?)
Jiang Fuli-Jiang Fox (I know Gu Manmong is Hu Jianren!)