Sparks flew in the charcoal brazier, and the light green curtains in the bedroom were drawn.
Mo Xi sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Gu Mang with his black eyes.
He said, "Kneel down."
Kneeling was a posture that Gu Mang had learned in Luo Mei Garden, but he didn't like it. It wasn't because of his pride, but because he didn't understand what the people who wanted him to kneel wanted from him. Why was it that every time he knelt down as they taught him, the fierceness on their faces didn't fade, but instead became redder with anger?
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 directly. He knelt beside the bed of the master of Xi He's residence, at the feet of that man.
He didn't care much about whether others were satisfied with him, but the person in front of him was his rice bowl, related to the chicken, duck, and fish on the table tomorrow, so he always hoped that he could be happy.
But Mo Xi didn't look that satisfied either.
"Has anyone ever told you what it means to kneel down?" Mo Mie suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.
Gu Mang shook his head.
"When you kneel, it means submission, humility, and respect." Mo Xi stared at his face, "But you don't have any of these on your face."
"You just bent your knees, but your back is straight."
Gu Mang didn't say anything, as if he didn't know what to say. He just continued to kneel, blinking in confusion and helplessness.
He was so honest that it was almost rude.
Yes, this was the reason why he angered everyone who wanted him to 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 in a sorry state, to see him live a life worse than death. But no one was able to do it.
Gu Mang was like a blank piece of paper, calmly accepting all the curses and insults. His ignorance had become his greatest barrier.
Mo Xi was suddenly enraged. He grabbed Gu Mang's cheeks and bent down to look into Gu Mang's eyes. His aggressiveness was like a sword unsheathed and almost pierced through Gu Mang's entire body.
"Gu Mang, do you really think that I can't do anything to you?"
Gu Mang stared at him for a while before replying, "Have you been drinking?"
"…"
Mo Xi was stunned. Then, as if he had thought of something, he abruptly released the two fingers that were pinching Gu Mang as if he had been scalded.
His strength was so great that Gu Mang's porcelain cheeks were branded with two bright red marks by his ruthlessness.
Mo Xi turned his face and said gloomily, "What does it have to do with you?"
Gu Mang touched his cheeks. "There were many people drinking in Luo Mei Villa. They drank a lot and then became very unwell."
"That's called being drunk." Mo Xi said coldly.
"Then are you drunk?"
Mo Xi turned back and glared at him. "Can I still talk to you properly when I'm drunk?"
"Then have you ever been drunk?"
"I …"
The snow outside rustled and the north wind howled.
He was speechless for a moment and only the crackling of charcoal could be heard.
I've never been drunk.
I only drank a little too much. Just that one time, you saw me, you made a fuss about it, and you tolerated me.
Since then, you have been strict with me and never let me indulge myself.
How could you forget? How could you forget?
How dare you forget!!
These words boiled in the bottom of his heart. Steam rose, but when he spoke them out, they turned into ruthless sentences.
"My affairs are none of your business."
Gu Mang did not say anything.
The two people in the room looked at each other in silence. Mo Xi kept staring at Gu Mang, as if he could look straight into Gu Mang's heart through those clear blue eyes.
Then Mo Xi thought that it would be great if he could really look straight into Gu Mang's heart. It would be great if he could really tear him apart, pierce through him, poke through him, and see the secrets in his bones, the flow of his blood, and his dirty soul.
As long as he could see clearly how dirty the man kneeling in front of him was, he would not be reluctant to leave.
Gu Mang moved his bare toes and suddenly asked, "You want me to accompany you, just to accompany you to look at each other?"
Mo Xi glared at him. "You wish."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
So Mo Xi began to think seriously and viciously, and deliberately stopped staring at Gu Mang.
"Tonight, you'll accompany me." This sentence was obviously a little intimate and didn't sound that serious.
But the two people in the room did not think about it in that way.
Mo Xi really did not want Gu Mang to fall asleep because he could not sleep. Gu Mang also really adhered to the friendly spirit of sleeping together and sleeping together to keep his job.
"How about this, you read and I'll sleep." Mo Xi looked in front of the bookshelf for a while and threw him a volume of "Fuzhou's Heavenly Calamity."
"I can't read …"
"Didn't Li Wei teach you for a month?" Mo Xi waved his hand in annoyance and lay down on the bed. "You can read the words you know."
"Oh." Gu Mang took the book and began to read the title aloud. "Canine Warrior."
Mo Xi almost threw a pillow at his face.
After listening to Gu Mang recite for an entire night, the conclusion he came to was that he didn't understand a single word of the "Record of Fuzhou's Heavenly Tribulation", which Gu Mang had memorized since he was five years old. Gu Mang read it as though it was a book he had never heard of before. So in the latter half of the night, Mo Xi, who still could not sleep, got up with two dark circles under his eyes. He stared at Gu Mang for a long time with a murderous look on his face and suddenly reached out to pull him up.
Gu Mang: "Where are we going?"
Mo Xi: "The study."
Gu Mang had been kneeling for a long time. When he was suddenly lifted up, his legs were numb and he could not move. He staggered two steps and fell back to the ground.
When he fell, he instinctively wanted to hold on to something. In his panic, the closest person to him was Mo Xi. So he hugged Mo Xi's waist.
Although it was the middle of winter, the charcoal in the bedroom was burning well. Mo Que was also a man with a strong and healthy blood, so he wore very thin clothes. Gu Mang's hug was like a thin layer of undergarments, wrapping around his narrow and slender waist. Mo Xi's abdominal muscles moved up and down as he breathed. His usually neat robe was also pulled askew by him, faintly revealing his well-proportioned chest.
Mo Xi turned around 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 Lord Xi He's overpowering aura and physique.
But Gu Mang's old love was gone, and as a wolf, he did not seem to have fully awakened. So he did not feel that the body of the man in front of him was anything to look at. If he had to describe what he felt, it would probably be that it was hard and hot, and vaguely gave him a sense of danger.
Mo Xi squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Let go."
Gu Mang hugged his waist, looked up at him with his blue eyes, and said honestly: "I can't stand up." He pointed to his leg again: "It's broken."
Mo Xi's expression became more and more gloomy: "It's numb, not broken. I told you to let go of me! "
Gu Mang saw his unfriendly expression and thought that this person was really easy to get angry. He did not know how to take care of his companions at all. He was not as good as his rice bag. Thinking of this, he silently let go of his hand and struggled to stand up from the ground. Mo Xi pushed open the door almost as soon as he let go of his hand, and walked towards the study under the verandah without looking back.
The study was quiet and secluded with few decorations. As for the brazier, that was even more out of the question.
Mo Xi originally had a fire attribute spirit nucleus, and with his hot blood and vigor, he did not care about the cold at all. He only wore a single layer of clothing and walked to the desk.
He glanced at Gu Mang, who was pacing back and forth at the door, and said: "Get in here."
Gu Mang hesitated for a moment, then lay down on the ground.
"… What are you doing?"
Gu Mang began to roll around the threshold, one round, two rounds …
Mo Xi's handsome face was distorted with anger: "I told you to get out, and you really did?"
Gu Mang sat up from the ground and sighed: "Then tell me, what do you want?"
If it wasn't for the calm and peaceful expression on his face, Mo Xi would almost have thought that this was the old rogue army ruffian laughing at him.
Mo Xi suppressed his irritation and said: "Come here."
Gu Mang did not seem to want to provoke this explosive companion of his, so he asked: "You don't want to roll over here, right?"
"… Walk over here."
Gu Mang then got up from the ground and walked to Mo Xi's side. He looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.
Mo Xi looked through the bookcase, but did not find any suitable books to teach people how to read and write. He frowned and simply took out a brush, ink, paper and an inkstone, and spread them out on the rosewood table.
"How many words did Li Wei teach you?"
Gu Mang counted with his fingers. After inputting all ten of his fingers, his bare feet twitched. He was even counting with his toes. After doing this, he discovered that he actually knew more words than all the toes on his hands and feet combined. He couldn'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 in confusion.
Mo Xi crossed his arms and leaned on the edge of the rosewood table. He looked down at him and then waved his hand. The flame in his palm lit up all the lights in the study: "I'm going to inspect the goods."
"What do you mean by inspecting the goods?"
"It means I'm going to talk and you're going to write."
Gu Mang probably still remembered the bad habits of Luo Mei Garden. Gu Mang clumsily picked up the brush, dipped it in a lot of ink, and then asked: "If I'm done, will I be rewarded?"
"If you don't write well, you'll be punished."
Gu Mang's expectant eyes suddenly became very nervous. He asked uneasily: "No food?"
"…" Mo Xi glanced at him. Under the warm yellow light, Gu Mang's thin face was so close to him. A pair of blue eyes that seemed to have been washed by the sea stared at him. After these days of getting along, it was hard to see the numbness and alienation in those eyes when they first met at Luo Mei Garden.
Little by little, people's breath returned to Gu Mang's eyes.
But no matter how many times Mo Xi tried, he did not succeed in capturing the slightest trace of Gu Mang's remaining memory.
Mo Xi said: "We'll talk about it later."
Gu Mang insisted: "There must be food. Otherwise, I'll be hungry. "
Mo Xi stared at him: "What right do you have to bargain with me? Write. "
The clumsy handwriting spread out on the rice paper. When Mo Xi said a word, Gu Mang wrote a word. When he wrote it right, Mo Xi did not say anything. When he wrote it wrong, he scolded him for being stupid.
First, he asked Gu Mang to write one, two, three, four, five. Later, he asked Gu Mang to write his name and his own name.
Later, even though he was insatiably greedy and absent-minded, he asked Gu Mang to write: "In life, we should return to each other, in death, we should long for each other." He wrote: "If you ask me how much I miss you, unless we meet again."
In the end, he wrote words that Gu Mang definitely did not know. But he did not let him go. He insisted on nailing him to the chair and not letting him leave.
Gu Mang almost felt wronged: "I don't know …"
The lights were dim and the snow was bleak. Mo Xi looked at the crooked words on the paper. One sentence of longing was wrong. He closed his eyes and walked behind Gu Mang. He took the pen and said, "I'll teach you."
Snowflakes hit the window. Gu Mang sat on the chair. Mo Xi's tall figure bent down. Every stroke was beautiful and long. As he wrote, Gu Mang followed suit. Halfway through, he suddenly could not help but sneeze softly.
Mo Xi stopped writing and looked down at him: "Cold?"
Gu Mang did not want to cause trouble for others. Besides, the other party was a male and he was also a male. He had a competitive instinct. So he shook his head and sneezed again.
Mo Xi said, "Go back and get some clothes. If you freeze to death, I still have to take care of you."
Gu Mang rubbed his nose and said, "Just a little. It's not bad."
Since Gu Mang said so, Mo Xi did not insist. If he insisted, it would seem like he cared about him. So he continued to teach Gu Mang how to write.
But as he wrote, Gu Mang found the cold unbearable. He did not think too much about it and instinctively leaned towards the only source of heat around him — Mo Que. Then he leaned a little closer.
Mo Xi was immersed in writing and did not notice Gu Mang's little action at first. When he realized it, Gu Mang was already leaning against him like a pack of wolves. He was only inches away from him. If he moved slightly, he could hide in his arms.
"…" Mo Xi's eyes darkened. He put down the pen and suddenly pinched his chin, forcing him to look up at him. He narrowed his eyes gloomily and narrowed them. "I told you to go back and change your clothes. You didn't change. What do you want now? "
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