Yu Wu

Sparks are flying and lingering in the charcoal basin, and the light blue curtains in the bedroom are hanging down.

Mo Xi sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Gu Mang with dark eyes.

"Kneel down," he said.

Kneeling is a posture that Gu Mang has learned in Luomei Bieyuan, but he doesn't like this gesture, not because of self-esteem, but because he doesn't understand what those who want him to kneel want to get from him.Why did he kneel down as they taught him every time, but the ferocity on those faces didn't fade away, instead, more angry blood flowed upstream?

He didn't know what he didn't do well enough in this posture.

Gu Mang hesitated for a moment, looked at Mo Xi, and knelt down straight, beside the bed of the master of Xihe Mansion, at the man's feet.

He used to not care much about whether others were satisfied with him, but the person in front of him was his job, and it was related to the chicken, duck and fish on the table tomorrow, so he always hoped that he could be happier.

But Mo Xi didn't seem that satisfied either.

"Has anyone ever told you what it means to kneel?" Mo Xi suddenly lowered his eyes and said coldly.

Gu Mang shook his head.

"You are kneeling, which means submission, humility, and respect." Mo Xi stared at his face, "but none of these are on your face."

"You just bend your knees, but your back is straight."

Gu Mang didn't speak, and he didn't seem to know what to say, but he just knelt like this, blinking his eyes in confusion and helplessness.

Frankly bordering on rude.

Yes, that's why he pissed off everyone who made him kneel.Because although he was kneeling, there was no embarrassment on his face. In the past two years, so many people wanted to see him as a lowly man, to see him in a mess, and to see his life as worse than death.But no one can do it.

Gu Mang was like a blank sheet of paper, calmly accepting all the curses and swearing, his ignorance actually became his biggest barrier.

Mo Xi suddenly complained, he strangled Gu Mang's cheek, leaned over to look into Gu Mang's eyes, the aggression on his body was like a sword, scrambling out of its sheath, almost piercing Gu Mang's entire body.

"Gu Mang, do you really think that I will have nothing to do with you?"

While Gu Mang looked at him, his response after a while was: "Have you been drinking?"

"..."

Mo Xi was startled, then seemed to think of something, and suddenly let go of the two fingers that were pinching Gu Mang as if they had been burned.

His strength was too great, Gu Mangru's porcelain cheeks had already been branded with two bright red marks by his violence.

Mo Xi turned his face away and said gloomily, "What does it have to do with you?"

Gu Mang touched his cheek: "There are a lot of people drinking in Luomei Bieyuan. They drink a lot, and then they all become very bad."

"That's called being drunk." Mo Xi said coldly.

"Then are you drunk?"

Mo Xi turned his head and glared at him: "How can I still talk to you like this when I'm drunk?"

"Then have you ever been drunk?"

"I--"

The snow outside rustled, and the north wind howled.

Aphasia for a while, only the crackling of charcoal.

I have never been drunk.

I only drank a little too much, just once, I was seen by you, made trouble by you, and tolerated by you.

Since then, he has been as strict with himself as a ruler, and has never indulged himself again.

Why did you forget.How can you forget?

How dare you forget! !

These words boiled in the bottom of my heart, and the steam rose, but the words turned into ruthless sentences.

"My business is out of your control."

Gu Mang remained silent.

The two people in the room looked at each other silently, Mo Xi stared at Gu Mang all the time, as if he could look straight into Gu Mang's heart through those clear blue eyes.

Then Mo Xi thought again, if only he could look straight in, if only he could tear him apart, pierce him, pierce him, expose the secrets in his bones, the direction of blood flow, and the dirty soul. Just see clearly.

As long as you see clearly how dirty the man kneeling in front of you is, you won't have nostalgia anymore.

Gu Mang moved his bare toes, and suddenly asked: "You want me to accompany you, just to accompany you to see each other?"

Mo Xi glared at him: "You have a good idea."

"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 stay with me tonight", this sentence is obviously intimidating, and it doesn't sound so serious.

But the two people in the room didn't think in the wrong direction.

Mo Xi really didn't want Gu Mang to fall asleep because he couldn't sleep, and Gu Mang really stayed with his job with the friendly spirit of sleeping together and losing sleep together.

"In this way, you study while I sleep." Mo Xi picked out the bookshelf for a while, and threw him a volume of "Fu Ri Tian Jie Zhi".

"I can't read..."

"Didn't Li Wei teach you for a month?" Mo Xi waved his hands angrily, and lay down on the bed, "You choose what you know."

"Oh." Gu Mang took over "Fu Dayian Jie Zhi", and began to read the title of the book aloud, "Gunri Yishi."

Mo Xi almost threw the pillow on his face.

After listening to Gu Mang's reading all night, the conclusion is that Mo Xi has memorized "Fu Dayi Tian Jie Zhi" since he was five years old, but he didn't understand a single word. said book.So in the middle of the night, Mo Xi, who was still unable to sleep, got up with dark circles under his eyes, stared at Gu Mang for a long time with a fierce look on his face, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull him up.

Gu Mang: "Where are you going?"

Mo Xi said: "The study."

Gu Mang knelt for a long time, but when he was suddenly lifted up, his feet were so numb that he couldn't move, he staggered two steps and fell back to the ground with a plop.

As soon as he fell, he instinctively wanted to hold onto something. Mo Xi was the closest to him in a hurry, so he hugged Mo Xi's waist.

Although it was the severe winter, there was plenty of charcoal fire in the bedroom, and Mo Xi was a hot-blooded and strong man, so he wore very thin clothes.Gu Mang hugged his narrow and thin waist almost through a thin layer of obscene clothing.Mo Xi's abdominal muscles were rising and falling with his breathing under his palm, and his always neat robe was torn crookedly, revealing his muscular well-proportioned chest faintly.

Mo Xi turned his head and looked at him with a gloomy expression.

In fact, if it were any normal woman, or even some men, if they were in Gu Mang's position, they would have been dazzled by Mr. Xi He's overly powerful aura and physique.

But Gu Mang's old love is gone, and his love as a wolf seems to be completely unresolved, so he doesn't feel the beauty of the male body in front of him at all, and if he has to say what he feels , probably because it felt hard and hot, and vaguely made him feel dangerous.

Mo Xi squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Let go."

Gu Mang hugged his waist, looked up at him with blue eyes, and said frankly, "I can't stand up." He pointed to his leg again, "It's broken."

Mo Xi's face became more and more gloomy: "It's numb, not broken. I want you to let me go!"

Gu Mang saw that his expression was unfriendly, and he thought that this person is really easily upset, and he doesn't know how to take care of his companions at all, so he might as well be his bread pocket.Thinking of this, he let go of his hand silently, and struggled to stand up from the ground.But Mo Xi pushed the door open almost the moment he let go, and walked from the corridor to the study.

The four walls in the study are quiet and there are few decorations, let alone the brazier.

Mo Xi was originally a spiritual core of the fire attribute, and his blood was so hot that he didn't care about the cold at all. He walked to the desk with only a single shirt.

He glanced at Gu Mang who was lingering at the door, and said, "Get out."

Gu Mang hesitated for a moment, then lay down on the ground.

"……what are you doing."

Gu Mang began to roll over the threshold, one circle, two circles...

Mo Xi's handsome face was distorted with anger: "I told you to get lost, did you really get lost?"

Gu Mang sat up from the ground, sighed and said, "Then tell me, what are you going to do?"

If it weren't for the calm and peaceful look on his face, humbly asking for advice, Mo Xi would almost have thought it was the old scoundrel army ruffian laughing at him.

Mo Xi suppressed his irritability and said, "Come here."

Gu Mang didn't seem to want to offend this flammable and explosive companion, so he asked, "Don't roll over here, right?"

"...Come here."

Gu Mang then got up from the ground, walked to Mo Xi's side, looked at him quietly, and waited for his next words.

Mo Xi looked through the bookcase, but couldn't find any books suitable for teaching people to read and hyphenate, so he frowned, and simply took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread them out on the rosewood table.

"How many words did Li Wei teach you?"

Gu Mang counted with his fingers, and after inputting ten fingers, his bare feet moved again, and even his toes were used to count. There are even more heads, so I can't help but say with some pride: "A lot."

Mo Xi pushed the chair away and said, "Sit down."

Gu Mang sat down and looked at him inexplicably.

Mo Xi crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the sandalwood table.Looking down at him from top to bottom, and then waved his hand, the flame in his palm lit up all the lights in the study: "I'll inspect the goods."

"What does inspection mean?"

"I say, you write."

The bad habits of Luomei Bieyuan probably still remained in Gu Mang's heart. Gu Mang took the pen awkwardly, dipped it in a lot of ink, and asked, "Is there any reward for writing it?"

"If you don't write well, you will be punished."

Gu Mang's expectant gaze instantly became very nervous, and he asked anxiously, "No food?"

"..." Mo Xi glanced at him, under the warm yellow candles, Gu Mang's thin face was so close, and a pair of blue eyes washed by sea water stared at him.After getting along these days, it's hard to see the numbness and alienation in those eyes when they first reunited in Luomei Bieyuan.

The breath of people came back to Gu Mang's eyes bit by bit.

But no matter how many times Mo Xi captured it, he failed to capture even a trace of Gu Mang's remaining memory.

Mo Xi said, "Let's talk about it later."

Gu Mang insisted: "There is food. Otherwise, I will be very hungry."

Mo Xi glared at him: "What qualifications do you have to bargain with me? Write."

The clumsy handwriting smeared on the rice paper, and when Mo Xi said a word, Gu Mang wrote a word. If he wrote it correctly, Mo Xi remained silent, and if he made a mistake, he scolded him for being stupid again.

He first asked Gu Mang to write one, two, three, four, five, and then asked Gu Mang to write his name, his own name.

Later, Rao was insatiably greedy and his mind was in a trance, so he asked Gu Mang to write "Life should come back, death should be long-term lovesickness", and write "If you ask how long you will be in love, unless you meet each other."

At the end of the writing, there were words and sentences that Gu Mang would never know, but he didn't let him go, he nailed him to the chair and didn't let him go.

Gu Mang was almost aggrieved: "I won't..."

The lights are flickering and the snow is desolate.Mo Xi looked at the crooked and scattered words on his paper, a word of lovesickness, everything is wrong.He closed his eyes, walked behind Gu Mang, and took the pen over: "Teach you."

Xuezi opened the window pavilion, Gu Mang sat on the chair, Mo Xi's tall figure bent down, strokes, iron strokes and silver hooks, beautiful and tall.As he was writing, Gu Mang followed suit to paint gourds. Halfway through the painting, he suddenly couldn't help himself and sneezed softly.

Mo Xi hung his wrists to stop writing, and looked down at him: "Cold?"

Gu Mang didn't want to add trouble to others, not to mention that the other party was a male, and he was also a male. He had a bit of a competitive instinct, so he shook his head, but sneezed again.

Mo Xi said: "Go back and add some clothes, I have to take care of you even if I freeze to death."

Gu Mang rubbed his nose and said, "A little bit, not bad."

Now that Gu Mang said so, Mo Xi has nothing to insist on, and if he insists on going on, it seems that he cares about him.So he still taught Gu Mang to practice calligraphy.

But as he was writing, Gu Mang was a little too cold to bear, so he didn't think too much about it, and instinctively leaned against the only heat-generating body around him——Mo Xi, leaned against him, and leaned against him again.

Mo Xi was immersed in the words, and he didn't notice Gu Mang's little action at first.By the time he realized it, Gu Mang was already leaning on a place only a size away from him like a pack of wolves for warmth, almost hiding in his arms with a slight movement.

"..." Mo Xi's eyes dimmed, he put down his pen, and suddenly pinched his chin, forcing him to look up at himself, narrowing his eyes somewhat gloomyly and narrowly, "Before I told you to go back and change your clothes, don't you?" Change. What do you want to do now?"