"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Yun Chu stared blankly at the person in front of him, completely speechless. The man looked at him, raised his hand to caress the cold mask on his face, moved his fingertips slightly, and gently touched the lines on his lips. The horn raised slightly, and the voice was low and hoarse.

"That person is you, right?"

Yun Chu looked at him, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"You already recognized me at the foot of the mountain, didn't you?" Mo Chi asked him, not missing the flash of panic in the other's eyes because of his words.

"Bring me back to heal my wounds, but didn't say anything, and secretly visited me several times at night but didn't let me know. Do you think I've forgotten you?" Mo Chi asked.

Yun Chu didn't expect the man to know about this, so he felt a bit shy, and turned his head to avoid the other's hand that fell on his face, his slender eyelashes flickered like two frightened butterflies.

Mo Chi looked at him, chuckled twice, then withdrew his hand, and sat closer to the person: "Why didn't Yunchu answer, but I made a mistake?"

The leader of the dignified Cold Blood Sect, the number one devil in the Jianghu, has never encountered such a situation, Yun Chu's face under the mask turned red, his hands on the quilt tightly clenched the quilt, his fingertips turned white, he pretended to be calm and said : "I just walked around at night with nothing to do, and I didn't intend to come to you on purpose..." He lowered his head, not looking at the other party's dark and deep eyes, like stars, his voice was low and inaudible.

"Then did you ever go to other people's rooms like you came to my house?" Mo Chi asked.

"How is it possible, I'm not a pervert..." Yun Chu raised his voice, but when he saw the smile in Mo Chi's eyes, he lowered his voice.

"Yunchu, I'm very happy." Mo Chi leaned forward slightly, and hugged him into his arms under his surprised eyes. His voice was low and filled with obvious joy.

Yun Chu let the man hold her, listened to what he said in her ear, blinked her eyes, and suddenly felt a little wronged.

"How did you recognize me?" he asked.

"Miss Lu told me something," Mo Chi said. Seeing that Yunchu hadn't spoken, he continued, "Of course, it's not enough for me to recognize you, and every time you look at me, maybe even You don't even know it yourself, when you look at me, it's like looking at an old friend you haven't seen for a long time, so I'm curious about the relationship between the two of us." Mo Chi paused for a moment before returning He added: "Plus, I had a dream last night. I dreamed of the first meeting between the two of us. In the dream, the child told me that his name was Yun Chu. Only then did I remember the past that I had forgotten. , I also remember you."

Yun Chu didn't make a sound for a long time after listening to his words, Mo Chi just hugged him like this, smelling the cool fragrance of medicine in his nose, his heart ached slightly, and he said, "Sorry, it took me so long to find you. "

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The voice of the person in his arms was low.

"I know." Mo Chi hugged him even tighter.

"But you never came."

"My fault." The man's voice choked slightly.

"Do you know how happy I was when I saw you for the first time, but you don't remember me anymore, and you still ask me who I am." Yun Chu's cold voice trembled slightly, full of grievances.

"It won't happen in the future, never again..." Mo Chi hugged the person in his arms tightly, with such strength that he almost melted into his flesh and blood. He made promises to the person in his arms over and over again.

Yun Chu blinked, his eyes were red, and after a long time, he slowly raised his hand and gently wrapped his arms around the opponent's waist.

The two embraced each other quietly, and the atmosphere was warm and beautiful. After a long time, Mo Chi gently let go of the person in his arms, looked down at his masked face, and raised his hand to take off the obtrusive mask. But was avoided by the other party.

Yun Chu turned his head, his eyes were full of inferiority complex, he said, "Don't pick it, you're ugly."

Mo Chi saw his emotions in his eyes, his heart was sour, and he said, "Who said, my Yunchu is not ugly at all."

Hearing his words, Yun Chu moved the corners of his lips. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't. In the end, he could only purse the corners of his lips, and said softly, "You haven't seen it before, so how do you know it's not ugly?" When he was wandering, those people looked at him with distasteful and disgusted eyes, and called him ugly little monsters one by one, and the air pressure around him dropped.

"Is it as ugly as when I first saw you?" Mo Chi looked at him with his head down and asked.

Yun Chu was puzzled and looked up at him.

"When I saw you for the first time, you were thin and small, soaked in a blood jar like a little monkey, and was as dirty as a little monkey. I thought you were good-looking, let alone now ?”

"You..." Yun Chu looked at him, speechless.

"What's more, I, Mo Chi, in your eyes, am I just a person who only cares about appearance?" Mo Chi reached out to hold his hand in his, looked at the person in front of him calmly, and said softly, "No matter how good-looking you are, after a hundred years, it will be nothing more than a handful of loess. What I like is you, just because of you. No matter what you become, I will like you."

The man's words made Yun Chu's expression slightly moved. He opened his mouth, but he just said, "That sounds nice..."

Mo Chi laughed when he heard what he said, and then hugged him into his arms again, and said, "Then I won't say anything, can you do it well?"

"Let me see, eh?" he asked the man in his arms.

Yun Chu didn't speak, but he didn't shake his head to refuse. Mo Chi knew that he meant it by default. His heart was so soft that he couldn't bear it. His Yun Chu, no matter what life he was in, was always so kind.

Raising his hand to lightly cover the cold mask, Mo Chi stretched out his hand to hold the ribbon tied behind his head, and pulled it lightly, the face behind the mask was slowly revealed.

Mo Chi didn't speak, looking at the face in front of him that had been carved into the depths of his soul, his breathing was slightly stagnant.

Yun Chu waited for a long time, but before the man could speak, he glanced at him quickly, then moved away in embarrassment, and said with a wry smile, "I've already said it, it's ugly...".

"Not ugly," the man interrupted him, raised his hand, and gently caressed the other person's face, his warm and soft fingertips traced the thin red lips, tall nose bridge, beautiful eyes... …

Yun Chu subconsciously closed his eyes, the eyelashes under his fingertips trembled slightly, Mo Chi moved up slightly, stroked the other's delicate but not feminine eyebrows, and finally stopped on the left forehead, where there was A red mark the size of a baby's palm, with hair-thin black lines on it, criss-crossing. If you look closely, there is something flowing in it, as if it is alive.