Gu Mang was more or less frightened by the sudden change in his expression. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Princess …"
It was as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head. The two words were like a huge rock falling into the sea. Mo Xi's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a moment. "You, why did you … why did you …"
"Why what?"
Mo Xi's fingertips were cold. He had to raise his hand to grab the teacup on the table to hide his trembling. He said hoarsely, "Why did you call me that?"
"Oh, Li Wei taught me. He said that a princess is a very noble person who should be taken good care of. "Gu Mang smiled." I think you're quite like that. "
"…"
"What's wrong with you?"
It was as if he had fallen from a cliff to the bottom of a valley. The trembling was still there, but the excitement had gone cold.
Mo Xi gritted his teeth, turned his face away, and said, "… nothing."
After a while, he caught a glimpse of Gu Mang's somewhat confused expression. Mo Xi closed his eyes, endured the pain in his heart, and changed the topic in a low and hoarse voice. "Drink your cabbage soup. Don't worry about me. "
Gu Mang looked down at the boiled cabbage in the bowl. "But the soup is gone."
"…"
He looked around the table, and then stared at the bowl of spicy meatball soup in front of Mo Xi.
"You want to try this?"
Gu Mang nodded.
Mo Xi was in a bad mood, but his emotions were complicated. He didn't want to lose his temper, so he just pushed the bowl of soup to Gu Mang. "There are whole peppercorns in it. The taste is very strong. Be careful."
Gu Mang took the bowl, broke the last piece of guokui in his hand, and dipped it in the spicy soup. He blew into the bowl, and used a spoon to scrape it, carefully avoiding the curled peppercorns. But it was impossible to guard against them. There was still one that slipped through the net and broke into his mouth.
He didn't react at first, and even crunched the hard shell of the pepper.
The result was obvious. After a while, Gu Mang began to spit out pepper shells. His eyes were wet, and the tip of his tongue was numb and red. He pushed the soup bowl away.
"There's poison."
Mo Xi was stunned. Didn't Gu Mang eat spicy food?
But then she remembered that Gu Mang learned how to eat spicy food later on. In the beginning, he was not willing to touch any red. When Burning Country had destroyed his consciousness, it had probably destroyed the tolerance that Gu Mang had cultivated over the years.
This realization made him even more anxious. Until now, he still had a glimmer of hope that Gu Mang's confusion was all an act. But after being together for so many days, Gu Mang's every move told him that it was not the case.
The ferocious beast of the past was really dead.
The only thing Mo Xi had, the only thing he could hate and take revenge on was the embers in front of him.
Mo Xi looked at him speechlessly. "There's no poison."
Gu Mang opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He looked aggrieved. "I'm poisoned."
"…"
There was no point in explaining to him. Mo Xi poured a cup of jasmine herbal tea and handed it to him. "Drink it slowly. The poison will be cured."
Gu Mang took the teacup suspiciously. He frowned and drank little by little.
"Do you feel better?"
"Yes." Gu Mang nodded, but looked at the whole table of dishes hesitantly. "I don't want to eat anymore."
Mo Xi said, "It's fine as long as you don't eat 'poisonous' food."
Gu Mang suddenly curled his lips and said unhappily, "This is not good. I won't come here next time."
Mo Xi looked at his lips that were red from the numbness. An inexplicable impulse surged in his heart. He suddenly said, "… Gu Mang."
"Yes?"
"This is the first time I invited someone to a meal. Do you know who that person is? "
Gu Mang thought for a while. "It's me?"
Mo Xi's eyes lit up for a moment, but he soon saw the confusion in Gu Mang's eyes. He heard the question in Gu Mang's voice.
Gu Mang said, "Did I guess correctly?"
Mo Xi did not speak again. He closed his eyes silently, sighed softly, and did not answer.
After dinner, the two former friends, who were now enemies, strolled by the Rouge Lake at night. Red lanterns hung on the covered bridge, casting a dreamlike gentle glow on the surface of the river.
The boat at night sailed past. With a splash of the paddle, the dream shattered into sparkling light.
Gu Mang walked beside Mo Xi, chewing on the Sanding bun that Mo Xi had bought for him impatiently by the roadside. His cheeks were bulging.
Mo Xi stopped and looked at the river. After a while, he suddenly seemed to hold on to the last glimmer of hope, but also seemed to be just a meaningless whisper. "… If Lu Zhanxing hadn't died, would you have gone to that step …"
"What step?"
"…" Mo Xi looked at the sparkling water and said, "Nothing. It doesn't matter if you don't remember. Anyway, you're still alive. There will always be a turn for the better. "
"Yes."
"What do you mean 'yes'?"
"The nanny in Luo Mei Villa said that when I say 'yes', it means I agree with someone else. If I agree with something else, that person will be happy."
"…" Mo Xi said, "Why do you want to make me happy?"
Gu Mang took another bite of the bun and said, "Because you're a good person."
Mo Xi was stunned and then said indifferently, "You really don't know how to read a person's mood."
Gu Mang swallowed the bun and looked at Mo Xi with a pair of pure and innocent eyes. "Yes."
"… Can you not even agree with this?"
"Yes."
"… Forget it."
After a while, he turned back unwillingly. "What's so good about me?"
"Wait."
As Gu Mang said, he moved his nose closer and sniffed Mo Xi's face, neck, and ears like a puppy. If the women who adored Mo Xi saw this scene, they would be stunned. The unreasonable Lord Xi He actually allowed someone to get so close to him and did such a strange and intimate action.
Didn't he usually give people a back throw and break their ribs?
But they only knew one thing and didn't know the other. Mo Xi didn't like to be touched by strangers, but Gu Mang must be an exception. It wasn't just because Gu Mang was too simple now. He didn't have a purpose in whatever he did. He just followed his child-like nature — if he was curious about something, he would put it in his mouth to taste it. If he wanted to understand something, he would move closer to smell it.
It was also because Mo Xi and Gu Mang had been the closest people since a long time ago. He had long been used to him.
"You have a smell," Gu Mang said finally, "It's different from others."
Mo Xi glanced at him. "What smell?"
Gu Mang shook his head. "I don't know. But … "He paused, as if trying to find some decent words to describe it in his pitiful mind. But obviously, he failed in the end.
He said, "It's very sweet. You smell like a spoonful of honey."
"…"
Mo Xi obviously didn't want to continue this strange conversation with him. He asked, "What else?"
Gu Mang held the half-eaten bun with both hands. "Only you would buy this for me."
As he spoke, he looked at Mo Xi with some confusion. "Why do you care so much?"
Mo Xi was slightly stunned.
It turned out that the care on his face was so obvious.
In the shadows of the lantern, Gu Mang's large and long eyes gazed at him. They were so peaceful and peaceful.
Mo Xi shook his head and didn't answer. He just said, "You are the second person in the world to say that I am good."
"Who is the first person?"
Mo Xi looked at him silently for a while and said, "It's also you."
Gu Mang was a little surprised. "There are two of me?"
"… That's not what I mean. Forget it, it's useless to tell you. "
Gu Mang was surprised and said, "Then you should ask more people. There will be many people who say that you are good."
There was no one else. From a long time ago, he wouldn't speak like this to another person, and no one could open their heart to him like this.
His indifference and alienation were bone-chilling. He had already pushed one person after another who tried to get close to him to the edge of the cliff.
Mo Xi thought of himself when he was a teenager. He thought of Gu Mang who washed dishes in a small restaurant. He thought of Xianjun and Meng Ze. Finally, he thought of the year when Dongting Lake was full of war. He knelt in the smoke like a beggar and begged Gu Mang to turn back. He thought so much that the old scar on his chest began to ache. Those who betrayed him, or those he betrayed, were all washed in the autumn water of Rouge Lake at this moment.
He closed his eyes and felt very bitter in his heart. When he spoke, his voice was so hoarse that even he was shocked.
"Gu Mang, do you know? In fact, we have a lot of secrets between us that we haven't told anyone. I … "
He suddenly stopped talking.
He hadn't done this for almost ten years, so the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out. Slowly, his impulse disappeared.
He was like a malicious ghost whose tongue had been pulled out because he had done many evil things. All the bitterness could only be swallowed, and he was used to swallowing it.
At this moment, he suddenly heard Gu Mang say,
"Don't say it. I don't want to listen."
Mo Xi looked up, "Why?"
In the evening wind, Gu Mang casually swept the broken hair in front of his eyes. He leaned against the wooden pillar of the covered bridge and looked at Mo Xi sideways, "Because you don't want to tell me."
"…"
"And if I really know you, maybe I'll remember it myself in the future. So, it's not necessary. "
He covered his ears, "I don't want to listen."
"…" Mo Xi looked at him covering his ears. After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed. This was the first time in a long time that he really laughed, instead of "sneering", "sneering", "perfunctory", or "putting on a fake smile".
Mo Xi leaned against the wooden pillar and laughed for a long time. Gu Mang looked at him. Slowly, hesitantly, he put down his hands that were covering his ears, but then he raised them again. But this time, he raised his hands to touch Mo Xi's face.
It was slightly cold to the touch.
Logically speaking, Mo Que should be reprimanding and dodging.
But in the shadows of the oars, in the sound of the oars, in the pain that had tormented him for a whole day, or maybe more than a whole day, ever since Gu Mang betrayed him, his eyelashes only trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything harsh.
He even felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet.
"Princess." Finally, Gu Mang suddenly said in a low voice, "Can your name be on the back of the sign?"
"Because I seem to be a good person?"
Unexpectedly, Gu Mang shook his head this time, "No." He said, "Because I seem to … really know you."
Mo Xi only felt that his whole heart was clenched by a sharp claw. Even breathing was difficult.
Gu Mang said, "I don't know what a master is. But … it sounds good. I want you to be the master. "
Mo Xi looked at him for a long time. He couldn't tell what he was feeling. His heart was a thousand times more complicated than a bottle of five different emotions. In the end, he probably used more than a thousand times more restraint to say slowly, "You are far from qualified."
"What do you mean by qualified?"
Mo Xi simply changed his words, "I mean, you can't."
Gu Mang thought for a while, "Then what do I have to do to be qualified?"
Mo Xi couldn't answer. He stared at him for a while and only asked, "Can't you see that I hate you?"
Gu Mang said in a daze, "What is hate?"
"Look into my eyes. I hate that I can't eat your blood, skin you, and personally torture you until you are hovering between life and death. I want you to be in so much pain that you wish you were dead." Mo Xi stared at him with cold eyes and said word by word, "This is hate."
Gu Mang really looked into his eyes. The distance between them was very close. Their eyes stared at each other, and their breaths lingered around each other.
Mo Xi vaguely felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to push him away, he heard Gu Mang say, "But … you look very uncomfortable … very painful."
"Does hating me make you feel very painful?"
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