The nuclear boat was soaring in the sky of clouds, and the speed of painting was in line with it, but the distance was pulled far away. Obviously, Murong Chuyi's disgust with Jiang Yexue had reached the extreme, and he was not even willing to drive together.
At dusk, the sunset fell into the depths of the sea of clouds, and the rays of light flowing along the edge of the boat were like rivers on earth. Gu Mang hadn't seen the world before, and he had been looking at the side of the ship. His blue eyes, washed like rain, reflected the golden crow for a while, and the mountains and the water for a while.
He was looking up, and suddenly something poke his calf twice.
Gu Mang turned back, without seeing the person at first glance, his eyes were lowered, only to see that he was a ceramic maid who had been spelled and would move. This maid painted very rough, with one eye high and one low, and her nose and mouth squeezed into a ball. Gu Mong looked so funny, Haha laughed out loud: "Who pinch this? Hahaha, this is too Ugly! "
The bamboo curtains of the cabin lifted and fell, and Jiang Yexue drew white clothes and came out from the inside. He sat in a wooden wheelchair with a spiritual power flow and said to Gu Mang: "It was you who pinched."
"..."
Looking at Gu Mang's surprised and confused expression, Jiang Yexue smiled: "A long time ago, when you were still in the army, you saw that I was pinching a clay figure, so I had to follow one. But you were impatient at that time That 's great. I always do my best to do things, and after I pinch half of them, you are annoyed and just perfunctory.
"So it turns out ..."
Gu Mang looked at the ugly pottery figurine, thinking that it came from his own hands, and his feelings were a bit subtle.
This clay figurine does look a bit old, and some paint has lost its color. It revolved around Gu Mang, crooked his mouth open and closed, and said awkwardly, "eat, eat."
Gu Mang felt in the depths of his sleeves, and said helplessly, "I didn't bring anything delicious. Besides, you muddy man, what do you want to eat?"
The ugly clay figurine still insisted: "Eat, eat!"
Gu Mang said in his heart, this stubborn and frowning look a bit like Mo Xi. However, these words can only be thought about in his heart, no matter let Mo Xi's deity know, or let Chonghua's women who are obsessed with Ji and Jun know, it is enough for him to drink a pot. Gu Mang sent it: "Nothing to feed you, let's go."
The ugly clay figurine reached out and dragged him: "Dine, eat!"
Jiang Yexue laughed: "It's not asking what you want to eat, it's asking you to go into the cabin to eat."
Gu Mang originally thought that this kind of "far journey" could only be stuffed with dry food at random, but he didn't expect to be able to sit down and eat, and he wondered: "Is it your cooking?"
"No."
"That's it." Gu Mang shook his head like a rattle, "there is nothing he can do."
Jiang Yexue said: "I put a few of these little clay figurines in the nuclear boat and cast them some spells. The meals were made by them. Although it was just some coarse tea and light rice, but ..." He paused and laughed "It's better than what He and Jun did."
Gu Mang was relieved, but then he turned his head and glanced at the distant painting again, and asked, "We're not called Xiaolong ... heh, shouldn't we ask Mr. Murong to eat?"
"Xiao Xun, he will not come." Jiang Yexue's expression faded slightly, and he looked dim in the dark setting sun. He lightly moved his fingertips, and the wooden wheelchair turned his direction and went into the cabin. "Let's go."
There were also two clay figures in the cabin busy pouring tea back and forth. However, they are really much better than the one made by Gu Mang. The nose is the nose and the eyes are the eyes. One man and one woman are sloppy.
The dishes on the table are not really good, but they are refreshing and delicious, and the tea is sweet and sweet. Gu Mang didn't like tea, and Jiang Yexue also prepared a pot of warm wine.
Mo Xi said: "Drink less."
Jiang Yexue whispered: "Xiangxue is not easy to get drunk. If he likes it, then you leave it to him."
Gu Mang licked his lips and smiled.
Mo Xi glanced at the tip of his wet tongue that he stretched out to lick his lips, a little displeased: "Elder Qingxu, he is a guilty body, why should you treat him with the old courtesy."
But having said that, Gu Mang went.
Xiangxue wine is not easy to get drunk, but after all, it is wine. Gu Mang was greedy for a while, and felt that it was very sweet. Drinking a little more is still a bit overwhelming. In addition, the cooking made by small clay figurines does not have a novel taste. Cai Tian Tang is also made by them. In order to watch the pottery figurines and rice look a few times more interestingly, Gu Mang stuffed three bowls more than usual.
After eating, they returned to their respective cabins to rest. Due to the unstable flow of Gu Mangling, there had been a spiritual runaway while under Murong's mercy, and their nuclear boat was flying high in the sky. It is not a risk. Watching him all the time, so that night, Gu Mang and he slept in the same cabin.
"So full ..." Gu Mang hummed, holding his stomach, and fell to the bed.
"Get up." Mo Xi has a clean habit, holding him to force him, "Go to the shower and sleep."
Gu Mang refused: "I don't wash."
"If you don't wash it, roll on the deck and hit the floor."
Gu Mang really held the quilt and was going to sleep on the deck.
Mo extinguished his sword and frowned, dragged him back, and said sharply, "Who let you out? Lie down."
Gu Mang's sleepy eyes were hazy, blue eyes seemed to float on the misty lake: "Can I not take a shower?"
"No."
"Please, He and Jun ..."
"No."
"the host."
"No."
"princess."
"Are you intentionally offending me?"
Gu Mangong smirked and grieved: "Good teacher ..."
"..." Mo extinguished his molars. "Gu Mang, please wake me up!"
Gu Mang's eyebrows were about to wrinkle into a ball, and he slowly retracted: "I really don't want to wash ... I don't have any energy ... Will you help me wash it?"
Mo Xi was originally a stern teacher, and he was caught off guard by such a mouthful of words, and suddenly he was a little embarrassed.
As a result, the majesty of the reprimand weakened by three points.
"... don't even think about it."
Gu Mang sighed, planted on the bed, and fell back and forth into the quilt. It seemed that he was going to sleep like this. Mo Xi took him right and left, so he had to go to the bathing place and wash himself, and changed into clean clothes.
He had thought that Gu Mang had deliberately lied about not taking a bath. But when he came back, he saw Gu Meng shrinking into the deep mattress, frowning at his stomach, and humming in a low voice, and the soft black hair dangled near the pale cheek.
At this time, reloading was completely unnecessary. Mo went out for a moment, realizing that he was really uncomfortable. So he wiped his wet hair, walked to Gu Mang's bed, and lowered his head and asked him, "What's wrong? Still uncomfortable?"
Gu Mang's slender eyelashes fluttered, and slightly opened a seam. His blue eyes carried some water vapor, and glanced weakly at Mo, and muttered, "Well, I ate too much ... my stomach hurts."
"..." Mo halted for a long while and spit out a word, "Yes."
But he sat down beside Gu Mang, waving his hand to Gu Mang with a calm face: "Come over."
Gu Mang hesitated. This person in the heart said that he couldn't afford to get rid of it. Now he was even weaker and weaker. He doesn't want to suffer, so let it go. So he hit two rolls on the bed, rolled to Mo Xi's hand, and sighed, "Would you like to roll next?"
Mo Xi said: "Don't lie still."
Gu Mang lay flat like a salted fish.
But at this time his shirt was very messy, his placket was wide open, exposing a large, tightly scarred skin below. Mo glanced out, his eyes were a little dark, and he raised his hand to close Gu Mang's collar first, and then put his hand on Gu Mang's stomach, rubbing it slowly.
Gu Mang sipped his lips twice: "Princess, are you punishing me for eating too much?"
Mo xi did not feel good: "What do you say?"
It's not surprising that Gu Mang's heart is so humorous. The main character Mo Mo is too stubborn. He has been sad before and back too many times, so Gu Mang thinks that his slightly hard rubbing is also a punishment method. One, just this way is not too sad. Although it feels weird when rubbed, the discomfort of the stomach is also relieved by pressing and rubbing.
Gu Mang was lying on the bed, his eyes gradually became a little hazy. Finally, his head was tilted, his face leaned on Mo Xi's arm, and fell asleep drowsily.
That night, he dreamed again, and those lost memories gave off a dim light in his rusty mind.
He dreamed of the low tent, the roaring wind outside the tent, the pear-white smell in the nasal cavity, and the honey-like smell of Mo Xi.
It is the night of the weak crown.
Previously, he only dreamed that Mo Xi kissed him, and then his memory was interrupted. For a long time, Gu Mang was confused by what happened next, and why the state of them both made him feel agitated. . At this moment, it may be because of the smokyness of the wine, and the fact that Mo Xi is helping him to rub his sore stomach by his bed at this moment. Then the powerful rhythm seems to coincide with another rhythm in the memory. .
It was like the clouds were clearing away, he suddenly remembered.
It was that night that he picked up a spring picture from an old book stall, and was full of bad intentions to give Brother Mo an adult gift, but he did not expect to set himself on fire, and finally Mo was dragged down on the march couch ... ...
The sturdy wooden board made a squeaking noise under them, and he was trapped under the entire cage by Mo. The nasal cavity was filled with the breath of the other party, and he had no way to go.
He didn't remember what Mo Xi said to him at that time, but only knew that when he reacted, Mo Xi's hand was already unfastening his girdle—the hands were tense, as if a boy was tearing him away. A long congratulation.
Gu Mang himself wasn't much better at that time. He even felt that he was more nervous than Mo Xi, because he has always been at ease in front of Mo Xi. He is an inclusive and guardian. He is Mo Xi "brother".
But when he was densely oppressed by the heavy body of this young man, he suddenly felt that his position had been reversed for a long time. He noticed for the first time that the little boy he loved, protected, and afraid of being hurt by others was not as obedient and polite as he thought.
Instead, it was a man with a wide shoulder and a staggering power, and before that he felt that this man needed and only needed his guidance and protection.
He had a throbbing throat, licked his wet lips, and his eyes moved uneasily from side to side. He wanted to try to find a sense of his elder brother, but he couldn't find it.
In his eyes was Mo Qing's emotional face at that time.
On that handsome, young, ascetic face, the mist of love was shrouded, so that the black eyes of the cold and restrained in ordinary days seemed a little confused, as if the young beast that had fallen by accident .
Hatchling means being green, reckless, with endless power to break.
The beast means that nature, ambition, and boundless ** will be vented.
Gu Mang was staring at those eyes, staring abruptly, and the silk fell off, as if the shell was pried open, exposing the trembling fresh mussels and the secret deep sea.
The soft clam meat was grasped by the hot fingers. The feeling made him unable to keep his eyes closed and let out a low wheeze, swallowed his throat, and then slowly opened the wet eyes ... he saw the state of the ink at the moment ——That's really ... that's really exciting and terrible.
The young man's chest was wide and his waist was thin but his muscles were smooth. At that time, Mo Xi hadn't had too many scars on his body. Especially my heart. At that time, Mo Xixin's mouth was still intact, and Gu Mang didn't have the wound that he personally sang.
Gu Man looked at this powerful body, the air around him seemed to be frozen, and he was out of breath under pressure.
He didn't know how things would turn out like this.
Obviously he was the one he wanted to protect, but he demanded him in a tough and overbearing manner. He drank too much wine at the time and couldn't take on too many details, but he could easily pick up the taste when he was dissected by his brother.
It hurts. very painful.
At that time, Mo was too young, too reckless, and forbeared for a long time not to possess a man who was thirsty for a long time. When he finally could not restrain, the long-suppressed love ** was almost Revenge is erupting.
Gu Mang remembers that he seemed to be talking a lot of nonsense at that time, for the sake of face, to be able to get along calmly the next day, or for something else, and he seemed to endure the pain and collapse and pain. Men and women. Mo Xi wasn't good at it and didn't know how to do it. After listening to Gu Mang's words, he became more agitated and more out of control.
He remembered that Mo Xi hugged him and leaned him halfway to the bed.
Under the candlelight, the eyes of young people are reddish, that redness is because of anger, unwillingness, love, and grievances ...
The young man held his face, kissed his cheek, finally rose, and looked down at him from top to bottom. That Qingjun's ascetic face almost seemed strange to him due to paranoia and love.
Before he completely encroached on him, he said something like, "Brother, look at me well, and then you look down at yourself ... I don't care how many people you have been to before, I want you to see clearly ..."
The unresolved stimulus about to be claimed is accompanied by the deep, sad, and passionate gaze of youth.
"Who is you ..." Mo Xi pressed on him, the creepy wetness was so clear and sensible, and the dumb voice almost rushed into the depths of Gu Mang soul with the lust, "First A man. "
Gu Mang groaned, his neck was fragile, he trembled, his soul seemed to be torn, his eyes widened, his tears flowed down, how could he not fold his waist on the battlefield, all of a sudden It was soft, and my eyes were dizzy and black.
He didn't realize anything, pain, heat, and breathing could burn people, and his heartbeat thundered. He felt his limbs shudder and flesh and blood within five.
When he calmed down, he opened his wet eyes and watched the light and shadow flow on the zenith of the tent, as if Tianhe was passing over the souls entangled by the two, everything was chaotic.
Gu Mang remembered that Mo was under the control of his fingers. At first, the man's emotions were very restrained, but at the back, the young man's appetite fainted, the heat was burning like wild fire, and the sweat was like The materialized love connects the two closely. He felt like the slime in the other's hands, his limbs and all bones were soaked with strong wine, turned into a stream of cricket inflammation in the hot air, and went away with consciousness.
His memory is a bit messy, but he can still remember Mo Xi's slightly wheezing **** lips at that time, he can think of Mo Xi's deep voice in his ears, and in the dim light, he is perfect but perfect body of.
What is this doing?
What these actions brought to them and what they meant ... Gu Mang today is not clear. He only felt the same excitement in the dream of this memory.
But that irritating force was wrapped in such heavy anxiety, which made Gu Mang feel helpless.
Such limbs are intertwined and intimate-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, tender and mad ... just tormented his heart in that straightforward way.
This dream does not remember how long it lasted, and in the end everything was fuzzy and sticky, and the light and shadow were chaotic. And suddenly, for a moment, an overly strong wave came up, and Gu Mang couldn't help but uttered the same hoarse groaning as he remembers: "... Master, brother ... you ..."
Gu Mang opened his eyes suddenly like stepping on the air.
He was breathing heavily, and after a trembling shudder, he fell like a tide. He was sweating all over, his wet lips were slightly opened, the whole person was shaking, and his blue eyes rose up dimly--
His eyes were still confused and helpless.
Wet.
He was a little confused about this day and night, which was something he had never experienced before. In the past, dreams were dreams, and wake-ups were wake-ups. He had never had such a strong sense of illusion after waking up.
He paused for a while, calmed for a while, gasped for a while, then slowly slowed down, and gradually focused in his blue eyes.
He slowly raised his head.
Still on the nuclear boat, in the cabin. Neither the tent nor the youth existed, and he finally returned to reality. Gu Mang swallowed his throat, like an abandoned dog who had just crossed the bank from Hantan, and slowly raised his wet blue eyes.
Opposite is the light and candle, and Mo Xi's apparently stiff face.
Gu Mang's fingertips were still shaking, murmured jerkyly and blankly: "The ink is off?"
"..."
He still didn't know why: "I ... what happened to me ...?"
He said, looking down at his hands, his sweat-soaked shirt, and ...
Gu Mang didn't need to describe his symptoms in detail. Mo Xi's eyes glanced down at him, taking a look at all the wolverines and the wetness in the obscene pants, and then he fell into a more weird silence.
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The author has something to say: "If the characters are allowed to play a TV series"
Mo Xi: I chose "Harry Potter", because the only soul split there was Voldemort, and Gu Mang couldn't split his soul.
Gu Mangmang: I choose China on the tip of my tongue. (Interviewer Cai Bao: ??? The protagonist in there is food, do you want to dress as cooked meat?)
Jiang Fuli: I choose "Fortune Life".
Murong Pity: I choose "Golden Triangle", I can take the opportunity to smoke more a + smoke.
Jiang Yexue: I choose "Four Great Gods", and I can still use a wheelchair.
Murong Chuyi: I choose Doraemon.
Yue Chenqing: I chose "Dream of Red Mansions", I played Jia Baoyu, and I played Lin Daiyu. (Vegetable Buns: You are very dangerous.)
Flowers are dark: Do I need to choose? I only live in the legend, okay, then I choose "Teacher's Temptation" ... doesn't this show? Well, then "Naruto", after all, it is also called "killer ninja", which fits my personality.
Shen Tang: As long as I do n't let me play Confucius, it 's deceptive to teach anything.