The sparks lingered in the charcoal basin, and the pale blue curtains and curtains in the bedrooms were hanging down.
Mo sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Gu Mang with dark eyes.
He said, "Kneel down."
Kneeling is a gesture that Gu Mang has already learned in Luomei Bieyuan, but he does not like this action, not because of self-esteem, but because he does not understand what those people who want him to kneel want to get from him. Why did he kneel as they taught every time, but the viciousness on those faces didn't subside, but there was even more angry blood going up?
He didn't know where he was doing well in this gesture.
Gu Mang hesitated, watching Mo Xi, so straight down on his knees, knelt beside the bed of the master of Hehefu, kneeling at the man's feet.
He didn't care much about whether others were satisfied with him, but the person in front of him was his rice bowl, which was related to the chicken, duck and fish on the table tomorrow, so he always hoped that he would be happy.
Ke Moxi didn't look so satisfied.
"Did anyone tell you what it means to kneel down?" Mo Xi suddenly squinted his eyes, coldly.
Gu Mang shook his head.
"Kneeling means surrender, humble, respectful." Mo Xi stared at his face, "but these are not on your face."
"You just bend your knees, but your back is straight."
Gu Mang didn't speak, and didn't seem to know what to say, but still knelt like this, blinking a little confused and helplessly.
Frankly almost rude.
Yes, that's why he angers everyone who makes him kneel. Because although he was kneeling, he didn't have any embarrassment on his face. In the past two years, so many people wanted to see him ridiculous, watching him embarrassed, and watching him die. But no one can do it.
Gu Mang was like a blank piece of paper, calmly accepting all curses and scolding, his ignorance became his greatest enchantment.
Mo Xi suddenly resentful. He choked Gu Man's cheek and leaned down to stare at Gu Man's eyes. Aggressiveness on his body was like a sword, arguing and scabbard, almost going through Gu Man.
"Gu Mang, do you really think I can do nothing with you?"
Gu Man looked at him, but the response he gave him was: "Are you drinking?"
"..."
Mo extinguished for a moment, then, as if thinking of something, he suddenly released the **** holding Gu Mang as if he had been scalded.
His strength was too great, and Gu Manru's porcelain-colored cheeks had been burned with two sharp red marks by his brutality.
Mo turned his face, and said gloomily, "What is it with you?"
Gu Mang touched his cheek: "There are a lot of people drinking in Luomeibeiyuan. They drink a lot and then they become very bad."
"That's called drunk." Mo Xier coldly.
"Are you drunk then?"
Mo turned back and stared at him: "I'm drunk and can I talk to you like this?"
"Are you drunk then?"
"I--"
The snow outside was screaming, and the north wind called.
Aphasia, only charcoal peeling.
I have never been drunk.
I only drank a little more, and that time, I have seen it, I have been troubled by you, I have been tolerated by you.
Since then, he has been as harsh as a ruler, and has never been able to indulge himself.
Why did you forget it. How can you forget?
How dare you forget! !!
These words boiled in my heart, the steam rose, but the exit turned into a ruthless sentence.
"I don't get your business."
Gu Mang didn't say a word.
The two in the room looked at each other silently, Mo Xi stared at Gu Mang and kept looking, as if he could see Gu Mang's heart straight through those blue and clear eyes.
Then Mo Xi thought, just want to be able to look straight into it, really want to be able to tear him severely, pierce him, break him, secret the secrets in his bones, the flow of blood, the dirty soul Just see it clearly.
As long as you see how dirty the man kneeling in front of himself is, there will be no more nostalgia.
Gu Mang moved his toes and suddenly asked, "Do you want me to accompany you, just to accompany you to see each other?"
Mo Xi stared at him: "You want to be 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 obviously with some infatuation, does not sound so serious.
But two people in the house didn't think about it.
Mo Xi really didn't want Gu Mang to fall asleep because he couldn't sleep. Gu Mang really stayed with his rice bowl with the friendly spirit of sleeping and sleeping together.
"In this way, you study and I sleep." Mo went out in front of the bookshelf and picked it for a while, and tossed him a volume of "Fu Tian Tian Jie Zhi".
"I don't know ..."
"Isn't Li Wei teaching you for a month?" Mo Xi waved his hands angrily and lay down on the bed. "You pick the ideas you know."
"Oh." Gu Mang took the "Fu Tiantian Jie Zhi" and began to read the title aloud, "A dog in a dog."
Mo Xi almost didn't hit the pillow on his face.
After listening to Gu Mang 's reading for one night, the conclusion is that Mo Xi 's "Fu Tian Tian Jie Zhi" has been unknowing since he was five years old, but he did n't understand a word. Said books. So in the middle of the night, Mo Xi, who was still unable to sleep, got up with two dark circles, stared at Gu Meng for a long time, and suddenly reached out and dragged him up.
Gu Mang: "Where to go?"
Mo Xi said: "Study."
Gu Mang was kneeling for a long time, suddenly being lifted, his feet were numb, he couldn't move, he thumped in two steps and fell back to the ground.
When he fell, he instinctively wanted to help him. The one closest to him was Mo Xi, so he hugged Mo Xi's waist.
Although it was a severe winter at this time, the charcoal fire in the bed was very full, and Mo Xi was a strong man with blood heat, so his clothes were very thin. Gu Mang's embrace was almost a thin layer of lewd cloth, which encircled his tight and thin waist. Mo Xi's abdominal muscles were undulating with his breath under the palm of his hand, and the sloping robe was also twisted by him, revealing a well-proportioned chest.
Mo turned his head back and looked at him uncertainly.
In fact, any normal woman, even some men, if they are in the position of Gu Mang, they must have been disoriented by the overpowering breath and physique of Xun Hejun.
But Gu Mang's old love had already gone, and the sentiment of the wolf didn't seem to be completely open, so he didn't feel anything good about the male body in front of him. , Probably just feels hard and hot, and faintly makes him feel dangerous.
Ink squeezed two words out of the teeth: "Let go."
Gu Mann hugged his waist and looked up at him with blue eyes, straight up: "I can't stand up." He pointed to his leg again, "broken."
Mo Xi's face grew more and more hazy: "That's numb, it's not broken. I let you let me go!"
Gu Mang saw that his expression was not good. This man was really upset that he didn't know that taking care of his companions was better than his meal. Thinking of this, he let go in silence, struggling to stand up from the ground. Mo Xi almost pushed the door without looking back at the moment he let go, and walked from the corridor to the study.
The walls of the study are quiet and seldom decorated, as for the brazier.
Mo Que was originally a spiritual core of fire, plus his blood was hot and hot, it didn't matter how cold it was, only a single coat, walked to the desk.
He glanced at Gu Man, who was patrolling at the door, and said, "Come in."
Gu Mang hesitated for a moment, lying on the ground.
"...what are you doing."
Gu Mang started rolling from the threshold, one lap, two laps ...
Zhang Jun's face was slightly distorted when Mo Xi said, "Did you get out of here?"
Gu Mang sat up from the ground and sighed, "What do you say, then?"
If it wasn't for the calm and peaceful look on his face, and an open mind asking for advice, Mo Xi would almost think that this was the rogue soldier who was laughing at himself in the past.
Mo Xi pressed irritably and said, "Come here."
Gu Mang didn't seem to want to provoke this flammable and explosive companion, so he asked, "Don't get over, right?"
"... come over."
Gu Mang got up from the ground, walked to Mo Xi, looked at him quietly, waiting for his next.
Mo read it on the bookcase, and found no books suitable for teaching people to read broken characters, so he frowned, and just took the pen and ink paper, and spread it out on the rosewood table.
"How many words did Li Wei teach you?"
Gu Mang counted his fingers and counted. After losing ten fingers, ** 's feet moved again. He even used his toes to count. After doing this, he found that the words he knew were better than those of his hands and feet. There are more toes together, and I can't help but say with a little pride, "Many."
Mo Xi pushed the chair away and said, "Sit down."
Gu Mang sat down and looked at him for unknown reasons.
Mo Xi put his arms in his arms and leaned against the sandalwood table. Looking down at him from top to bottom, and then waving his hand, the flame in the palm lit all the lights in the study: "I inspected the goods."
"What does inspection mean?"
"I mean, you write."
Gu Mang's bad habits in Luomei Bieyuan are probably still there. Gu Mang took the pen in an awkward posture, dipped a lot of ink, and then asked, "Well done, is there any reward?"
"It's bad to write and penalize."
Gu Mang's expectant eyes suddenly became very tense. He asked uneasily, "No food?"
"..." Mo glared at him, under the warm yellow light candlelight, Gu Mang's thin face was so close, and a pair of blue-washed eyes stared at him. Getting along these days, it is already difficult to see in those eyes the numbness and alienation when Luomeibeiyuan reunited.
The breath of man returned to Gu Mang's eyes little by little.
But no matter how many times Mo Mo captured, he failed to capture the traces of Gu Mang's residual memory.
Mo Xi said: "let's talk."
Gu Mang insisted, "I have some rice. Otherwise I'm hungry."
Mo Xi stared at him: "What qualifications do you have to bargain with me? Write."
Poor handwriting spread on rice paper, Mo said a word, Gu Man wrote a word, and it was correct, but Mo could not speak silently, and made a mistake, and then called him stupid.
He first had Gu Mang write one two three four five, and then he had to write his name, his own name.
Later, Rao was so greedy and stubborn that he asked Gu Mang to write "Life returns when he returns, and death comes after acacia" and "If you ask for acacia too long, unless you meet."
At the end of the writing, there were some words that Gu Mang would never know, but he wouldn't let him go, but nailed him to the chair and wouldn't let him go.
Gu Mang was almost aggrieved, "I won't ..."
The lights were dim and Xue was fascinated. Mo Xi looked at the crooked words on his paper, a word of acacia, everything was wrong. He narrowed his eyes, walked behind Gu Mang, and took the pen over: "Teach you."
Xuezi was hitting the window cabinet, Gu Mang was sitting on a chair, and Mo's tall figure fell down, stroke by stroke, iron hook with silver hook, beautiful and long. He wrote, Gu Mang followed the picture of the gourd, and suddenly he couldn't help but sneezed low.
Mo halted his wrists and stopped writing, looking down at him: "cold?"
Gu Mang didn't want to give people anything, not to mention that the other party was a male, and he was also a male. He had a strong instinct for competition, so he shook his head, but sneezed again.
Mo Xi said: "Go back and add a piece of clothing, and it will take care of you if you freeze."
Gu Mang rubbed his nose and said, "A little bit, not great."
Since Gu Mang said this, there is nothing better for Mo Xi to insist on, and then he insisted that he seemed to care about him. So teach Gu Mang as usual.
But it was written that Gu Mang was a bit cold, and he didn't think much, and instinctively leaned on Mo Xi, leaning around and leaning on him.
Mo dies in the words, but he didn't notice Gu Mang's small movement at first. When he reacted, Gu Mang was already like a wolves to warm himself, leaning on a place far away from himself, with a little movement, he could hide in his arms.
"..." Mo Xi 's eyes were dim, he paused his pen, and suddenly squeezed his chin, forcing him to look up at himself, narrowing his eyes gloomily and narrowly. Change. What do you want now? "
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The author has something to say:
"Abo magic string"
Extinguisher: I used to let you roll back to change clothes. If you do n't change, what do you want now?
Gu Mangmang: This day can't go by. Can you use it as a stove, block Murong's knife, and help Jiang Yexue to get ahead. Nima, I ca n't even get a little warmer? ? ?
Extinction sister: No.
Gu Mangmang: Why? !! !! !!