Will it hurt you to hate me?
"…"
Mo Xi suddenly closed his eyes. He felt as if his heart had been pierced by an invisible knife, and his blood flowed to his chest. The ground was colorful.
Ever since Gu Mang returned to Chong Hua, he had only seen faces full of hatred, anger, and trouble. He had never seen an expression like Mo Xi's. He hurriedly said, "Then I don't want you to be my master anymore. Don't be unhappy."
"…"
"Don't hate me. If you don't hate me, will it not hurt?"
The water on the lake blew apart the fine ripples, and the broken shadows of the lanterns twinkled like stars.
"… It's too late."
After a long time, Mo Xi answered him hoarsely, "Gu Mang, one day, you will die in my hands. … You and I are destined to be different people. I swore. "
He turned his head. His handsome face was blurry in the red light of the swaying lanterns.
"And I'm not a good person at all. Senior Martial Brother has misjudged me from the very beginning. "
Gu Mang listened to him. He ate the last bit of the bun in two bites, and then reached out to touch his body.
Mo Xi looked at his strange actions and asked, "What are you doing?"
Gu Mang touched his lapels, and then looked up and said, "It's dry." Then he pulled Mo Xi's hand, wanting Mo Xi to touch it too. Mo Xi naturally refused. He flung his hand away and frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Strange. I'm dry. Why did you call me wet? "
Mo Xi: "…"
Actually, Mochime was right. He wasn't a perfect person. Gu Mang had seen his wild ambitions, his impulsiveness, his hesitation, and his loss of control with his own eyes. Not only had he seen it, but he had also tolerated it.
But now Gu Mang had buried their past, and he was the only one standing alone in this city. He was resentful because he could not extricate himself.
"Then why do you have to hate me?"
"… Because in the past, I made a lot of mistakes because of you." On the way back that day, as they chatted idly, Mo Que said to Gu Mang, "You're ridiculously wrong."
But when Gu Mang asked him what he did wrong, he did not say anything.
Actually, he did not do "a lot" of things like he said. When it came to Gu Mang, there was only one thing that he felt he did wrong.
That was to fall in love with Gu Mang.
This was a crime that should not be punished, but he repeated the mistake many times. Like a hopeless fool, he reminded himself angrily that he could not do it again, but at the same time, he hung himself on the same tree countless times.
That night, Mo Xi lay on the bed and stared at the dark curtains. Why didn't he just kill Gu Mang? Why didn't he just cut the Gordian knot? What was he trying to achieve by acting like this?
Later, he thought it through. He hoped that Gu Mang could remember the past. Perhaps it was not only because he wanted Gu Mang to give an answer to the betrayal back then, but also because he wanted to hear Gu Mang regret seeing Gu Mang cry.
He probably also wanted Gu Mang to question him and ask him about some secrets that only the two of them knew. To shout at him angrily, to roar at him, even if they had to fight to the death.
It was better than having to carry the memories of two people on his own shoulders.
"Gu Mang." In this silent and empty tent, a sigh was almost inaudible. "In the end, you are still more ruthless than me."
Just like that, a few days passed. Mo Xi paid attention to everything, but he did not see any trace of Gu Mang's disguise. His hope became more and more uncertain. He gradually became disheartened and became more and more annoyed with Gu Mang.
"In the past, whenever Gu Mang appeared, Lord would stare at him. Now, whenever Gu Mang appears, Lord will turn his face away. "Lackey Li Wei concluded," Lord is very anxious. "
Needless to say, the entire Xi He Mansion could feel Mo Xi's anxiety.
It was said that repression made people abnormal. Mo Xi suppressed his resentment for a long time, and his harsh criticism of Gu Mang gradually became abnormal.
"Why do you have to eat with your hands?"
"You don't know how to wash clothes, then how do you know how to wear clothes?"
"Li Wei taught you how to cook lotus root porridge three times, but you still can't tell the difference between salt and sugar. Are you blind or have your tongue spoiled?"
More and more chores were piled on Gu Mang, but his demands were getting higher and higher.
The more Mo Xi felt that Gu Mang had no hope of recovering his consciousness, the more irritated he became. In the end, even the servants who used to serve Mo Xi felt that it was inconceivable.
"Although Lord is usually expressionless, he never gets angry with us for no reason, and never deliberately makes things difficult for us … But he treats Gu Mang …"
"Sigh, it seems that he really hates Gu Mang."
After a period of time, Mo Xi's servants were all idle. It was not because of anything else, but because their twisted Lord Xi He had given all the personal tasks to Gu Mang.
It had to be said that Gu Mang was actually very smart.
Although his consciousness had been damaged once, his abilities were not damaged. After a month, he was already able to take care of all the tasks that Li Wei taught him in an orderly manner. Moreover, he had good stamina and was fast. He did the work of ten people without complaining, and he never even said the word 'tired'.
"Look at what kind of days he's living."
The servants gathered together and murmured.
"He gets up in the middle of the night to chop wood, starts a fire to cook in the middle of the night, and when Lord wakes up, cleans the room. No matter how well he cleans it, he will be scolded. After the scolding, he will have breakfast. During breakfast, he will still be scolded by Lord. Then, when Lord goes to court, he will have to wash and dry the clothes, clean the floor tiles of the hall and kitchen until they are shiny, then go to the backyard to feed the fish and weed, and prepare dinner …"
"My God, how does he feel?"
How does he feel?
No one would believe it if he said it out loud. In fact, Gu Mang did not feel anything at all.
His vocabulary was too poor. When Mo Xi scolded him, he could at most understand simple words like 'are you a pig?'. Moreover, because he did not understand etiquette, justice, integrity, and shame, he did not feel that there was anything to be angry about.
His animal nature made him used to looking at things like an animal. Although Mo Xi did not always treat him well, and when he was nagging, Gu Mang did not dislike him.
Because Mo Xi gave him good food every day.
In Gu Mang's eyes, Xi He's residence was like the territory of a pack of wolves. Mo Xi was very powerful, and he was the alpha wolf. He went outside every day and then received a 'salary', which could be exchanged for food and clothes. Therefore, Gu Mang felt that Mo Xi was a good wolf who was especially good at hunting, just that he was a little bit of a wolf.
However, seeing that he was so capable, Gu Mang decided not to dislike him.
The division of labor in a pack of wolves was clear. Since Mo Xi wanted to go outside to hunt, there was nothing wrong with letting him patrol, clean, and clean the territory. There was also cooking. Although cooking was a little complicated, and it took him more than ten days to memorize the words on the bottles and jars, he was very proud because now he not only knew the words' sugar 'and' salt ', he even knew how to write' rice ',' noodles', and 'oil'. He felt that he was very good, and this was all thanks to Mo Xi's' howl '.
As for 'vinegar' and 'sauce', they were too difficult. He did not know how to write them for the time being, and did not plan to learn them. Anyway, the smell of vinegar was so strong that he wrinkled his nose whenever he smelled it. He would never mistake it for the rest of his life.
He shared the prey with Mo Xi every day, and gradually, he regarded Mo Xi as his partner in his heart.
Every time Mo Xi scolded him, although he did not say anything, he felt a little anxious. He felt that a bad-tempered wolf would easily fall into a trap. Even if it did not fall into the trap, it would be easy for it to lose a lot of fur because of anger. If it lost too much fur, it would be easy for it to fall ill, and if it fell ill, it would be easy for it to die.
He did not want Mo Xi to die because Mo Xi was the only one who was willing to share the prey with him after he came to Chong Hua.
He wanted to comfort Mo Xi several times and ask him not to be so angry, but after walking around Mo Xi twice, he really did not know how to calm him down. In the end, he could only stand aside and listen to Mo Xi's scolding while silently wishing Mo Xi a long life.
Only then would he have food to eat.
These were Gu Mang's thoughts.
Fortunately, Mo Xi did not know. Otherwise, he would really be angered to death.
It was the end of the year, and the Military Department was very busy. Mo Xi returned home very late for several days in a row. On this day, when he returned from a banquet, it was already late at night. Even Li Wei had already gone to bed.
Mo Xi raised his slender and cold white hand, loosened his tightly pressed collar, and strode into the residence with his long legs.
He had just drunk some wine at the banquet, and his expression was a little tired. His deep-set face looked even more impatient than usual. However, he had always been self-disciplined. He drank only for politeness, not for pleasure, and would not indulge himself in getting drunk. It was just that his chest felt a little warm, and it was not very comfortable.
He had originally planned to wash up and sleep, but when he passed by the Osmanthus Hall, he saw Gu Mang squatting by the well, rolling up his sleeves to bathe the big black dog.
"Good boy, you'll look better when you're clean."
However, the black dog was not obedient as soon as it saw Mo Xi. It broke free from Gu Mang's hand and disappeared in an instant. Gu Mang stood up, his arm dripping with water.
Gu Mang raised his arm to wipe his face. He did not wipe it clean, and there was still a pinch of foam on his nose. He grinned and said, "You're back."
Mo Xi closed his eyes. After a while, he could not help but curse, "Are you a pig?"
He looked at his hands, which were a little red from the cold. He thought of Gu Mang, who used to wash dishes behind everyone's back to make money to give him preferential treatment. He felt even more irritated.
"Don't you know how to go to the woodshed to boil water before washing it?"
"My rice pocket doesn't like hot water."
"Who?"
Gu Mang used his sleeve to wipe off the water droplets that were dripping down. "My rice pocket."
Mo Xi understood that he was talking about the black dog that had been with him since Luo Mei Garden. Mo Xi was speechless for a moment. Gu Mang had always taken care of what others liked first. He was used to accommodating others and enduring all kinds of inconveniences that came with it.
Now, he only had this dog as a brother. Therefore, he was tolerant of this dog's emotions, just like how he was tolerant of humans.
Under the cold night sky, Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang's face. He looked at the bright moon that shone on his clean face, his pure expression, and his peaceful blue eyes.
Mo Xi wanted to say, "Why do you have to do this?"
However, when he moved his lips, he only said, "You're really a saint."
He took a bath, washed up, and lay on the bed with his clothes on. However, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Mo Xi felt that he was becoming more and more obsessed. He who couldn't get an answer was like a malicious spirit that couldn't be released from purgatory. His heart was burning more and more.
Sometimes, he even thought that it would be better for Gu Mang to die. It would be better for him to die. It would be better than this day and night of guessing and tossing and turning.
In the latter half of the night, it started to snow. Mo Xi opened his withered eyes and stared at the endless night. His fingers unconsciously dug into the quilt.
Suddenly, his blood rushed up. He couldn't hold it in anymore. With a "whoosh", he brushed the curtain aside and went out. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes and stepped on the white and soft snow.
"Gu Mang!"
Standing at the "hole" made of Taihu stones, Mo Xi felt that he probably really needed to find a medical officer to take a look at him.
"Gu Mang, come out!"
With a rustle of the warm curtain, Gu Mang came out. His face was sleepy and dazed. He rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Xi ground his teeth for a long time and said stiffly, "It's nothing."
Gu Mang yawned and said, "Then I'll go back."
Mo Xi said, "Stop!"
"… What's wrong now?"
"There's something."
Gu Mang blinked. "What's the matter?"
Mo Xi said with a dark face, "I can't sleep."
After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "If I can't sleep, you can't sleep either."
If it were any other normal person, they would definitely turn pale with fright and shout, "You're crazy!" as if they had seen a ghost.
However, Gu Mang was obviously not a normal person. Therefore, he just stared blankly for a while. His eyes were still a little unfocused. Then, he said calmly, "… Oh."
His "oh" was as calm as the water in an ancient well. However, the water fell into boiling oil and in an instant, sparks flew everywhere.
Mo Quench abruptly ignited an inexplicable fire. In a world of ice and snow, his bare feet did not feel cold at all. Instead, he felt extremely hot. He stared at Gu Mang, his eyes full of fire.
He suddenly grabbed Gu Mang's arm. His strength was so strong that Gu Mang's hand instantly left a red mark. He pulled Gu Mang over and stared at Gu Mang's face.
"Listen, I'm in a very bad mood tonight."
"Then what should I do?" Gu Mang said indifferently, "Will it be better if I rub it a little?"
"You —!" Mo Xi was speechless for a moment. Then, he gritted his teeth and slowly said, "Okay. You're very good. … Are you stupid? Don't you have no dignity, no sense of shame, and no memory of anything? Didn't you resign yourself to adversity? "
He looked at the pair of confused and relaxed eyes in the snowy night. In those blue eyes, he saw his face that had been suppressed for days to the point of almost going crazy.
He felt that he was being ridiculous. His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to restrain his anger that was going against the flow.
However, the breath he exhaled was hot and scorching.
"Okay." He gripped his arm tightly and looked down at him. "Tonight, you'll accompany me."
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